<?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-6720798423831676957</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:42:10.383+08:00</updated><category term='alvin and the chipmunks 2'/><category term='we were cool'/><category term='term'/><category term='متى تريد أن تختفي'/><category term='they too dont bother'/><category term='you'/><category term='-.-'/><category term='Whatever you like'/><category term='fakesmiles.'/><category term='no matter what (:'/><category term='lame-st'/><category term='Im just shy enough to express it.'/><category term='merekalah orang yg paling berhati mulia'/><category term='Sweetdreams yall (:'/><category term='whitehair-.-'/><category term='bloated.satisfied.'/><category term='how do you sleep?'/><category term='amirah&apos;s silver'/><category term='weiirrrddddddd'/><category term='Allah Maha Besar'/><category term='bluek'/><category term='All about you'/><category term='syukur'/><category term='humour'/><category term='getting better?'/><category term='lames'/><category term='why eh?'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='life as we know it'/><category term='FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFish'/><category term='nomoneyinthebank );'/><category term='pictures will be uploaded at multiply site of mine ^^'/><category term='brrr'/><category term='blah~blah~blah~'/><category term='i hope it will get better.'/><category term='sucker'/><category term='so true ):'/><category term='Newsflash. lol.'/><category term='you played this song at the wrong time man'/><category term='sobs'/><category term='its chilling time'/><category term='lets keep it this way.'/><category term='H'/><category term='143 dearest bf (;'/><category term='come home safe and sound ^^'/><category term='أفتقدك'/><category term='i want ljs chocolate cream pie'/><category term='iloveyoutilltheend [:'/><category term='i miss the cold at shenzhen'/><category term='let it GO'/><category term='Allah ya Allah'/><category term='Not a lesby'/><category term='super bored'/><category term='maybe (:'/><category term='TEEHEE.'/><category term='miss yall'/><category term='complacency kills'/><category term=':B'/><category term='love it all'/><category term='Im waiting for the photos too'/><category term='no limits'/><category term='courage'/><category term='is anyone actually reading my posts?'/><category term='heads over heels into you'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='silver'/><category term='tsk'/><category term='term 2 starts'/><category term='planning'/><category term='daaaaviiidddddddddddd'/><category term='traffic-brain-jam'/><category term='once little'/><category term='bowl properly laarh'/><category term='Segala Puji Bagi Allah.'/><category term='lololololololok'/><category term='grown up'/><category term='set fire to the rain'/><category term='forever'/><category term='alhamdulillah :)'/><category term='Nash chan.'/><category term='Darn tired'/><category term='Only He knows how i misses you guys'/><category term='addicteddd'/><category term='appreciations'/><category term='IrryanIrryanIrryan'/><category term='grab it quick -.-'/><category term='subhanallah'/><category term='10 more days to dad&apos;s bday'/><category term='Im the Man.'/><category term='time flies fast'/><category term='it went well'/><category term='bismillah'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='imy'/><category term='breathe slow'/><category term='and yes'/><category term='you are my sunshine'/><category term='jealous uh'/><category term='hero by sabrina'/><category term='three dot four'/><category term='black and white again'/><category term='thinking of what you thinking'/><category term='over and over again'/><category term='hearts'/><category term='hungry for burger'/><category term='i can be your hero'/><category term='=.='/><category term='present'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='imy :D'/><category term='yay-huhuness'/><category term='expect the unexpected'/><category term='May Allah be with you.'/><category term='old times ♥'/><category term='pathetic fool'/><category term='math and geog next.'/><category term='heh'/><category term='misses.'/><category term='Praying hard'/><category term='icecream to brainfreeze my brain'/><category term='late post'/><category term='feeling better ?'/><category term='sudden pain'/><category term='blog account so WEIRD'/><category term='ilovemyhairilovemyhairilovemyhair'/><category term='goodbye &quot;expose&quot; 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more time'/><category term='medicine ♥'/><category term='Leave with a smile and happiness'/><category term='siapa la aku ni kannn'/><category term='bye yaaawwwnn'/><category term='harry shum jr and david archuleta'/><category term='takutt'/><category term='Tried something new ^^'/><category term='irryan for myself now'/><category term='whatever -.-'/><category term='generousity'/><category term='x-host-ed'/><category term='soon'/><category term='iloveyousomuch'/><category term='karma'/><category term='laugh kuatkuat sampai mampos'/><category term='good riddance.'/><category term='i bet'/><category term='i love my bestfriend'/><category term='schooling again.'/><category term='i heart you'/><category term='practises?'/><category term='High GPA'/><category term='dot'/><category term='enthusiastic much :D'/><category term='Fireworks'/><category term='good times'/><category term='help'/><category term='i will see the light'/><category term='bosan'/><category term='confuse'/><category term='Feeling tumblr-like'/><category term='go wild.'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Do your best'/><category term='i can wait forever'/><category term='black and white rocks'/><category term='it doesnt matter who or where you came from ^^'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='roll with the punches'/><category term='Now'/><category term='Hikmah.'/><category term='missing school again'/><category term='but cryy'/><category term='missing it'/><category term='this moment ^^'/><category term='six days left'/><category term='Grounded. claps.'/><category term='iloveyouall *winks*'/><category term='niaceee'/><category term='brain cramps. lol.'/><category term='The Happiest Day Ever (:'/><category term='meltsss'/><category term='i want your links'/><category term='im still depressed'/><category term='no blues.'/><category term='got cracked up'/><category term='spoil brat'/><category term='Insyallah'/><category term='go'/><category term='a little more~'/><category term='nak david'/><category term='xoxo'/><category term='kill me'/><category term='Hong Kong Feverrr'/><category term='wei sheng'/><category term='hide the curls'/><category term='&quot;i cant take a day without you here&quot;'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='missing you suddenly ) ;'/><category term='i heart acoustic'/><category term='with loves'/><category term='Hasbi Rabbi'/><category term='=('/><category term='wakawaka eheh'/><category term='bless you'/><category term='love story'/><category term='where is Irryan?'/><category term='joyless'/><category term='enough.'/><category term='Its not just a book'/><category term='keep smiling'/><title type='text'>Another Fairytale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-1610729822795662632</id><published>2012-02-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:50:49.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Semester 4</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite long not having this slight happiness inside me. Alhamdulillah, Allah answered my prayers. A couple of days ago Ky Wong posted in my class fb page and announced that a company is willing to take students for ITP and FYP. The Industrial Project needs students to produce on a webpage using FLASH and PHP. Its a very good deal as we can finish our FYP fast, then focus on our final semester examinations. However, we had to finish it on time. Compared to other groups, we will be given only 7 months instead of 1 year. It sounds really challenging, but after talking to Ky Wong just now, we felt relieved. She was really impressed with what our course provide us as we have learnt quite a lot, in terms of web programming, fundamental electronics and more. And when she said the project is more on Flash, I was more relieved! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now Sheema and I have a ITP placement, FYP project, and a supervisor. She said that if our work is good enough, it will be sent out to different companies. That makes me eager to start. Despite all the good things Ive mentioned, Im afraid we wont finish it on time. Hmm. Its okay, InsyaAllah can! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiufPMY_iwM/Tzj4nYh0wLI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jTfaJtgD9Zc/s1600/asian-ft-island-jeremy-kpop-lee-hong-ki-Favim.com-95281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiufPMY_iwM/Tzj4nYh0wLI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jTfaJtgD9Zc/s320/asian-ft-island-jeremy-kpop-lee-hong-ki-Favim.com-95281.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got myself a new boyfriend.&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Ive completed my game assignment and uploaded &amp;nbsp;in the free hosting web. If you want to play, click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.p1031368.webs.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! Dont laugh at it k? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6720798423831676957"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-1610729822795662632?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1610729822795662632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=1610729822795662632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1610729822795662632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1610729822795662632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2012/02/end-of-semester-4.html' title='End of Semester 4'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiufPMY_iwM/Tzj4nYh0wLI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jTfaJtgD9Zc/s72-c/asian-ft-island-jeremy-kpop-lee-hong-ki-Favim.com-95281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-655217271886436937</id><published>2012-01-13T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:02:44.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im waiting for the photos too'/><title type='text'>One More Chance</title><content type='html'>Allah purposely sets you in a difficult situation. Because He knew you could break free from it. He just wants to help you build your Iman stronger and turn to him for help. Just hang in there, you know Allah heard you. Only Allah knows how miserable I feel today. One after another. Like every second, I felt like crying. Atleast, Im strong enough to hold back those tears till now. I cry like a crybaby, yes. I apologise to Sheema for making you face the lecturers alone just now. I feel really bad for that, forever. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so, my fyp group is left with Sheema only and no lecturer to supervise us on any topic. Yeah. Two in a group, no supervisor, no group project. Although, the registration ends in about 4 more minutes,&amp;nbsp;I am praying hard that on Monday, Sheema and I will get a Supervisor and the group project.&amp;nbsp;I just hope Allah would give me and Sheema a chance. A chance to proof ourselves that we can actually ace it without relying on our supposedly-third member of the FYP group, whom technically ditched us hours ago. So, nevermind that. Im not going to blame it all at him for this. We are the stupid ones, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very very long and piss-ing day. But I guess Aimullah made me smile today. By having very late lunch at Delifrance and watched Sherlock Holmes 2. Thank you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Aimullah's 20th Birthday!! He fetch me from school at 5pm. But delayed till 6pm. Sigh, so so sorry that I made the birthday boy wait. :'( So he drove us to dine at Fika(Arab St). It was my first time eating there and I admit that it was pretty embarrassing because I couldnt finish the food! Im not going to say no more about this. Seriously, damn funny! Whats worse was when we walk back to his car, he was like&lt;i&gt; "Eh! Where's my car keys!???"&lt;/i&gt; He immediately looked inside of his car through the car's window pane. Guess what? He left his car keys inside the car! I couldnt believe what he just did! He almost loses his car on his birthday, and I almost loses my laptop that contains everything! This is serious but instead, we laughed our ass off, got inside the unlock car, and quickly drive away! Hahaha. We didnt plan to go home yet. So, we reached Marina Barrage around 8pm. Spent maybe an hour and a half there, enjoying the breeze and so on. Then hang out at the playground near my place till 10.30pm. About there, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are quite a few unexpected things happened, I really enjoyed yesterday. It has been 2 months++ we didnt meet. And to have some things to catch up together with you again, makes me feel like there's no more sorrow felt. I thank you for being there for me always. I thank you for taking care of me well. I'll always cherish the great moments we had together! I will miss you for being away. May Allah be with you always&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-655217271886436937?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/655217271886436937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=655217271886436937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/655217271886436937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/655217271886436937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-more-chance.html' title='One More Chance'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2956816378243908</id><published>2012-01-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:05:06.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah Rabbal Baraya ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 340px; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rxpdtL5l38?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rxpdtL5l38?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="600" height="340"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shumbodynamedharry.tumblr.com/" style="background-color: #fdfdfd; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 11px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2956816378243908?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2956816378243908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2956816378243908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2956816378243908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2956816378243908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2012/01/allah-rabbal-baraya.html' title='Allah Rabbal Baraya ^^'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2589478722231723919</id><published>2012-01-08T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:53:13.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May Allah be with you.'/><title type='text'>Spark ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello Readers. How are you? Im.. alhamdulillah. Tomorrow may be the happiest or the worst day for some of you whom will be getting your Olevel results. Especially to Aseenah, I hope you'll achieve the best of what you've done, till this far. Insya Allah. It still remains a vivid moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOZdgFKWxM4/Twmml1GZTmI/AAAAAAAAB6I/eYehGEr8gHo/s1600/DSC000032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOZdgFKWxM4/Twmml1GZTmI/AAAAAAAAB6I/eYehGEr8gHo/s1600/DSC000032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every graduaters sat in the hall. I remembered Eefah and Ain's faces. We all faced down. Waited with patience but eagerness, beyond nervous! I was shaking in my shoes when I sat infront of Ms Diana. My palms were too cold, even after a few rubs and blows. And when she held me my result slips, I couldnt help but smiled. I cant remember what she said to me that moment, because I was too engrossed upon receiving the results. I examined each of my subject results. I was really happy with my Math. Ive gotten an A, two Bs, and 2 Cs. When I get back to my seat, I simply cried. Really, its because of joy. Joy of 'The End' in secondary school.&amp;nbsp;But it is sad to reach home and accepting the fact that none of my close friends, except for Iliyas, made through to Poly. I remembered Eefah's tears. I felt bad for those who didnt make it or get what they wanted. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so good luck to everyone receiving your result slips. Dont worry. There's always a way to make things better, its not the end of the world. Its a new beginning, so be brave and think positive. Moreover, i hope my friends that will be graduating in ITE will continue their studies in Poly. Even though how much I hated to see SP getting crowded everyday, I really hope to see them in Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second year in Poly is ending soon. A new ending, and a new beginning again, huh? Insya Allah, I will be the first daughter to get in University. That's the plan from the start but, hais. Takpe, Insya Allah I can. I'll be busy with my Final Year Project. I know Im risking myself to partner with Sheema and Andes. I somehow love working with them. They do have low self-esteem, always saying the negative things, but I believe in them. I know what they are capable of. They just need a little push. Insya Allah, this will be a great teamwork. I will keep Andes's words. We will get to Spinnovex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Put your trust in Allah, after making your decision.&lt;/i&gt; Insya Allah. Takecare. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2589478722231723919?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2589478722231723919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2589478722231723919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2589478722231723919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2589478722231723919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2012/01/spark.html' title='Spark ^^'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOZdgFKWxM4/Twmml1GZTmI/AAAAAAAAB6I/eYehGEr8gHo/s72-c/DSC000032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2375022213529641964</id><published>2011-12-26T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:43:56.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segala Puji Bagi Allah.'/><title type='text'>Independence from Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmH2t7CFEY/Tvhmiy4qgFI/AAAAAAAAB5U/kRsVwpFT0do/s1600/mummyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmH2t7CFEY/Tvhmiy4qgFI/AAAAAAAAB5U/kRsVwpFT0do/s200/mummyyy.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a quick Sunday at Changi Beach with family. Gosh, I miss the sea! Too bad i didnt bring extra clothing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a quick update on myself during this short busy holiday. My mum and I had been trying to cook a perfect Macaroni and Cheese recipe. We are still working on the cheesy part though. We have cooked it twice so far, and it seems that the cheese is still a little bit 'hard'. Not the texture we wanted. Well, since my aunt gave us a whole plastic bag full of macaroni, no harm trying, yeah? And about my assignments, I am finally on it. I have started it but not much. Heheh. Well atleast I am at&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt; now. And also, ive been worried on my itp and fyp group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for itp, ive picked two places listed in blackboard. Sheema and I thought of just trying at NTUC Fariprice but Udin (SPB) whom had his experience there, suggested that it will be good if we assign to a workplace that can relate to the course im studying. But my course is so boring! That is the problem. Hmm. However, I guess it will be good for me to stay with what blackboard had offered to us. InsyaAllah, I will find the way. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpEgcox-1h0/TvhoxuCOmvI/AAAAAAAAB5o/fX_ZU3OPAFo/s1600/flypicnic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpEgcox-1h0/TvhoxuCOmvI/AAAAAAAAB5o/fX_ZU3OPAFo/s320/flypicnic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"Don't feel bitter that people remember you only when they need you. Feel priviledged that you are like a candle. You come to their mind when they're in the dark."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2375022213529641964?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2375022213529641964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2375022213529641964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2375022213529641964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2375022213529641964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/12/independence-from-imperfection.html' title='Independence from Imperfection'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOmH2t7CFEY/Tvhmiy4qgFI/AAAAAAAAB5U/kRsVwpFT0do/s72-c/mummyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4127595835008682713</id><published>2011-12-20T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:02:06.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':B'/><title type='text'>Without words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuJcYe277M/TvB4MyZRleI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ERJ2bbxOi0g/s1600/45242_148533375175201_120653207963218_359905_8125628_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuJcYe277M/TvB4MyZRleI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ERJ2bbxOi0g/s320/45242_148533375175201_120653207963218_359905_8125628_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I keep humming to this song.&amp;nbsp;I guess its not just the vocal, but the strong lyrics that makes everything so moving. The drama is really sad and funny at the same time. Plus, Jang Geun Suk, Park Shin Hye, lee Hong Gi are all so cute and, Jung Yong Hwa is handsome indeed! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4127595835008682713?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4127595835008682713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4127595835008682713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4127595835008682713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4127595835008682713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/12/without-words.html' title='Without words'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuJcYe277M/TvB4MyZRleI/AAAAAAAAB4w/ERJ2bbxOi0g/s72-c/45242_148533375175201_120653207963218_359905_8125628_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7315593100720160743</id><published>2011-12-17T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:13:21.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I adore them (L)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 300px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qThBHJ54bmY/TuyJJDVtHsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/QrsikQwH4Wc/s1600/crying_baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qThBHJ54bmY/TuyJJDVtHsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/QrsikQwH4Wc/s1600/crying_baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont want to do this anymore :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8681294149620848826?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8681294149620848826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8681294149620848826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8681294149620848826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8681294149620848826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-want-to-do-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qThBHJ54bmY/TuyJJDVtHsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/QrsikQwH4Wc/s72-c/crying_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-995616740621432578</id><published>2011-12-13T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:47:45.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will see the light'/><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Thank you for all those messages in my tagboard. Really, its appreciated. But i would also appreciate if you dont spam and put all those "adverts" by saying 'Follow me Follow You' kind of thing. And you know, the problem is its hard to tell whether if the tag really means something. Something really honest. Thank you for the comments, regarding about my posts, my blog design, though. Which, i dont think my story isnt that exciting, and this blogskin is copied and paste from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;So, dont give that fake-or-not credit comments to me. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont feel so good. I feel like bursting into tears. But everything is like so numb already. Wait, if its numb, i wont be feeling anything right? Sigh. You know, i hope that after going through all this pain, I will be stronger. I hope i will stay strong. But sometimes you just want to drop to your knees and cry it out. Cry for all the regrets, the mistakes, the sins, and most importantly for being the most stupid/inconsiderate/hesitant-idiot behaviour of mine! Sometimes I wish I would have done that, i would have done this. But, at the end of the day, nobody actually cares! See, how stupid this sounds! And the loneliness I had this time doesnt go away, no matter how much i tuck myself in with foods, no matter how many hours i spent on playing computer games, doing stupid stuffs. I need a listening ear. But when a friend who wants me talk it out, i.. just cant. Why? Biarlah hanya Allah sahaja yang tahu. Sigh. I kept saying that, but i am doing nothing to make myself feel better. InsyaAllah, there is a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its december holidays. 6 weeks break, if Im not wrong. Tomorrow I guess is the official 'enjoy moment'. Im having lunch with classmates at Sakura Buffet, @ Clementiwoods. Then i guess, holidays done. Im down with major assignments yet to be completed. A lot of planning. A lot to buck up on. I do not want to feel anymore regrets, if thats possible. And so i guess, this holiday seems to be another boring holiday. No meet-ups, no family plannings, and please dont tell me theres no training as well?! I'll rot at home, playing Sims all day, i tell you! Sigh. How sad. May Allah shower me with wisdom, intelligence and strength in my Iman. And may Allah bless you. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tywgNCYmBUQ/TuYoxYzYBMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/75fslvc3QWM/s1600/jangan-bersedih-allah-bersama-kita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tywgNCYmBUQ/TuYoxYzYBMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/75fslvc3QWM/s320/jangan-bersedih-allah-bersama-kita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-995616740621432578?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/995616740621432578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=995616740621432578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/995616740621432578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/995616740621432578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/12/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tywgNCYmBUQ/TuYoxYzYBMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/75fslvc3QWM/s72-c/jangan-bersedih-allah-bersama-kita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-84135256686144532</id><published>2011-12-08T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:23:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Hey ho Amigos! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, done with Mid Semester Test papers. I hope, somehow, it will help in my gpa. I studied like as if its the semester examinations. I remembered, on tuesday night, i studied till 2am. And im not used to studying late night. But sure, the eyebags kinda worth it now; that i am able to manage the papers. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i miss blogging. Oh yes, my parents are back! I am reallly thankful to Allah. They are alright, and now, everyday are served with good foods! Heheh. Nom Nom Nom. With all the stress, and good foods. ape lagi, gemok uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNzlzxu9IAo/TuCBw07r8_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UBYpcmReT74/s1600/DSC07849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNzlzxu9IAo/TuCBw07r8_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UBYpcmReT74/s320/DSC07849.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-84135256686144532?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/84135256686144532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=84135256686144532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/84135256686144532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/84135256686144532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uNzlzxu9IAo/TuCBw07r8_I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/UBYpcmReT74/s72-c/DSC07849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7476893259186082338</id><published>2011-11-27T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:47:31.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah ya Allah'/><title type='text'>Chin Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how many people let me down, I know You never will.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many people hurt me, I know You never would.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how lonely I feel, I know You’re always there.&lt;br /&gt;When no one understands me, I know You do.&lt;br /&gt;When I lose hope, You remind me of You.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like giving up, You give me the strength to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel lost, You show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;No one can help me but You.&lt;br /&gt;No one can soften my heart but You.&lt;br /&gt;No one can love me as much as You love me.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares about me more than You do.&lt;br /&gt;I love You, ya Allah. More than anything in this whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-7476893259186082338?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7476893259186082338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=7476893259186082338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7476893259186082338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7476893259186082338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/11/chin-up.html' title='Chin Up'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2538317189423017774</id><published>2011-11-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:11:13.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;where's my music??!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2538317189423017774?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2538317189423017774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2538317189423017774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2538317189423017774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2538317189423017774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheres-my-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-195261389519357398</id><published>2011-11-21T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:55:34.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockin voice'/><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>Hello again. I feel very.. empty lately. I may look like im alright. But I feel like a.. snail? Hiding myself in my shell and hopes that no one crush on me. Still, I feel crush. Tired. Exhausted. Sometimes tired to face reality. Tired to see annoying attitudes. And tired of feeling so shitty sometimes! Can i just have my fantasy land already? You know, I hardly gotten sweet dreams. When was the last time I have a nice, relaxing, unforgettable dream? Brain, please be more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about that, its the sixth week of Year2 Sem2. Its weird that i am actually counting school weeks. I've never did. Probably because my parents are away, and im just counting when they will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, module quizzes has already begun. Math PBL and mini assignments will be given out this week. So week 7 and 8 will be an extreme week for most of SP students. Week 8 is our MST, already. Sigh, time flies fast even when you're not having fun. But okay, honestly speaking, i think i kinda like my attitude these few days. I think im more hardworking. In a sense that I really studied(the right way) for my quizzes, lab tests. So far so good. I managed to overcome fear/scary/nerves on the hated modules. Though, im still worried for the module: Flash. I hope i can finish my lab test within the time given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCRAjAkAXu4/TspH2EjrowI/AAAAAAAAB3w/GpSf1_01WQE/s1600/IMG_5668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCRAjAkAXu4/TspH2EjrowI/AAAAAAAAB3w/GpSf1_01WQE/s320/IMG_5668.jpg" width="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh! You know about the 26th Sea Games thingy? Inspired! I hope one day i could represent Singapore for Womens' Bowling Team. Hahah! Speaking of which, im really missing my bowling ball! Last thursday's training, i only got to train for 10 mins! Its a big deal! I was really looking forward for the training. Only 10mins because my bowling ball finger insert flew out, so i cant play! Grrr. This means i have to "repair" and bring my ball home. So yesterday, sweet Eugene accompanied me to jalan pisang. So that i could repair my two balls (the other ball, bought from Ben Tan for $50) and Eugene can buy his bowling stuff. My budget was like 100, and Alhamdulillah. Total cost was $62. I was really touched by Eugene, seriously. Because there is some racist/individual/couple issues that i sense, happening in our bowling club. Its pretty cool what Eugene did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think my bowling has improved. I hardly get below 100. Thanks to coach's hand guard. My swing, my hooking really has improved. Alhamdulillah. :D Sho Happy! My avg is now 147. Hopefully can make it to 180 plus soon. Wish me luck! Cheers! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, thats my irritating smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ps (x2), i cooked Taugeh Goreng and it tasted awesome! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-195261389519357398?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/195261389519357398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=195261389519357398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/195261389519357398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/195261389519357398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCRAjAkAXu4/TspH2EjrowI/AAAAAAAAB3w/GpSf1_01WQE/s72-c/IMG_5668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-490312892564544679</id><published>2011-11-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:56:18.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah Maha Besar'/><title type='text'>Salam rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ROJl40EDw/Trf9pVBk-9I/AAAAAAAAB3M/B1rw-XtsBwA/s1600/381515_267042400005221_100000983893731_814912_1289917154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ROJl40EDw/Trf9pVBk-9I/AAAAAAAAB3M/B1rw-XtsBwA/s320/381515_267042400005221_100000983893731_814912_1289917154_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Readers! How you doing? Its been a week now that my parents are away to serve one of Allah's call. Alhamdulillah, they have called once a while to ask our conditions here. Alhamdulillah too that they have successfully reached Muzdalifah and probably have finish 'melontar jamrat Aqabah' (tahlul awal) Mabit at Mina yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for them. It has been their lifetime wish to go there for Haji / Umrah. And their call were shockingly fast and fortunate. You know about the rejected visa haji going on on the papers? They were the lucky ones. All praises to Allah. However, I feel such yearning. So this is how it feels like to be apart from both parents. I pray that Allah will preserve their health, let them have a long lasting healthy life ahead. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, no one does the housework better than my mum does! And i admit, it is really tiring to do work after work, and yet your siblings keep messing up the place that you've cleaned/groomed. Sickening tau!&amp;nbsp;Its been a week, and i have learnt quite alot. Housework, trust, discipline.. of course, not that I dont know/have them. -.- I could see its improving now. Because in this case, you have to be independent. Its a melancholy week, but there is wisdom behind every difficulties and lesson to learn everyday. All praises to Allah, to have us experience these things at this age. We are fortunate because at least we know that they will return after performing Haji. Amin. I have uploaded the pictures we took @airpot terminal 2 at FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjwHEOZcSoQ/Trf9ojzYQjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/P3h3qeNr6hE/s1600/312074_267042040005257_100000983893731_814899_872582063_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjwHEOZcSoQ/Trf9ojzYQjI/AAAAAAAAB3I/P3h3qeNr6hE/s320/312074_267042040005257_100000983893731_814899_872582063_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-490312892564544679?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/490312892564544679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=490312892564544679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/490312892564544679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/490312892564544679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/11/salam-rindu.html' title='Salam rindu'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8ROJl40EDw/Trf9pVBk-9I/AAAAAAAAB3M/B1rw-XtsBwA/s72-c/381515_267042400005221_100000983893731_814912_1289917154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-690104693834518510</id><published>2011-10-25T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:28:34.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='takutt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;✐ Selepas Malaikat Israfil meniup sangkakala (bentuknya seperti tanduk besar)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;ang memekakkan telinga, seluruh makhluk mati kecuali Izrail dan beberapa malaikat yang lain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Selepas itu, Izrail pun mencabut nyawa malaikat yang tinggal dan akhirnya nyawanya sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Selepas semua makhluk mati, Tuhan pun berfirman mafhumnya "Kepunyaan siapakah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;kerajaan hari ini?" Tiada siapa yang menjawab. Lalu Dia sendiri menjawab dengan keagunganNya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Kepunyaan Allah Yang Maha Esa lagi Maha Perkasa." Ini menunjukkan kebesaran dan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;keagunganNya sebagai Tuhan yg Maha Kuasa lagi Maha Kekal Hidup, tidak mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Selepas 40 tahun, Malaikat Israfil a.s. dihidupkan, seterusnya meniup sangkakala untuk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;kali ke-2, lantas seluruh makhluk hidup semula di atas bumi putih, berupa padang Mahsyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(umpama padang Arafah) yang rata tidak berbukit atau bulat seperti bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Sekelian manusia hidup melalui benih anak Adam yg disebut "Ajbuz Zanbi" yang berada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;di hujung tulang belakang mereka. Hiduplah manusia umpama anak pokok yang kembang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;membesar dari biji benih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Semua manusia dan jin dibangkitkan dalam keadaan telanjang dan hina. Mereka tidak rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;malu kerana pada ketika itu hati mereka sangat takut dan bimbang tentang nasib dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;masa depan yang akan mereka hadapi kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Lalu datanglah api yang berterbangan dengan bunyi seperti guruh yang menghalau manusia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;jin dan binatang ke tempat perhimpunan besar. Bergeraklah mereka menggunakan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;tunggangan (bagi yang banyak amal), berjalan kaki (bagi yang kurang amalan) dan berjalan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;dengan muka (bagi yang banyak dosa). Ketika itu, ibu akan lupakan anak, suami akan lupakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;isteri, setiap manusia sibuk memikirkan nasib mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Setelah semua makhluk dikumpulkan, matahari dan bulan dihapuskan cahayanya, lalu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mereka tinggal dalam kegelapan tanpa cahaya. Berlakulah huru-hara yang amat dahsyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Tiba-tiba langit yang tebal pecah dengan bunyi yang dahsyat, lalu turunlah malaikat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;sambil bertasbih kepada Allah SWT. Seluruh makhluk terkejut melihat saiz malaikat yang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;besar dan suaranya yang menakutkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Kemudian matahari muncul semula dengan kepanasan yang berganda. Hingga dirasakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;seakan-akan matahari berada sejengkal dari atas kepala mereka. Ulama berkata jika matahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;naik di bumi seperti keadaannya naik dihari Kiamat nescaya seluruh bumi terbakar, bukit-bukau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hancur dan sungai menjadi kering. Lalu mereka rasai kepanasan dan bermandikan peluh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;sehingga peluh mereka menjadi lautan. Timbul atau tenggelam mereka bergantung pada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;amalan masing-masing. Keadaan mereka berlanjutan sehingga 1000 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Terdapat satu telaga kepunyaan Nabi Muhammad SAW bernama Al-Kausar yang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mengandungi air yang hanya dapat diminum oleh orang mukmin sahaja. Orang bukan mukmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;akan dihalau oleh malaikat yang menjaganya. Jika diminum airnya tidak akan haus selama-lamanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kolam ini berbentuk segi empat tepat sebesar satu bulan perjalanan. Bau air kolam ini lebih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;harum dari kasturi, warnanya lebih putih dari susu dan rasanya lebih sejuk dari embun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ia mempunyai saluran yang mengalir dari syurga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Semua makhluk berada bawah cahaya matahari yang terik kecuali 7 golongan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;yang mendapat teduhan dari Arasy. Mereka ialah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ⅰ- Pemimpin yang adil.&lt;br /&gt;ⅱ- Orang muda yang taat kepada perintah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;ⅲ- Lelaki yang terikat hatinya dengan masjid.&lt;br /&gt;ⅳ- Dua orang yang bertemu kerana Allah dan berpisah kerana Allah.&lt;br /&gt;ⅴ- Lelaki yang diajak oleh wanita berzina, tetapi dia menolak dengan berkata "Aku takut pada Allah".&lt;br /&gt;ⅵ- Lelaki yg bersedekah dengan bersembunyi (tidak diketahui orang ramai).&lt;br /&gt;ⅶ- Lelaki yang suka bersendirian mengingati Allah lalu mengalir air matanya kerana takutkan Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Oleh kerana tersangat lama menunggu di padang mahsyar, semua manusia tidak tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;berbuat apa melainkan mereka yang beriman, kemudian mereka terdengar suara&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"pergilah berjumpa dengan para Nabi". Maka mereka pun pergi mencari para Nabi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Pertama sekali kumpulan manusia ini berjumpa dengan Nabi Adam tetapi usaha mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gagal kerana Nabi Adam a.s menyatakan beliau juga ada melakukan kesalahan dengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Allah SWT. Maka kumpulan besar itu kemudiannya berjumpa Nabi Nuh a.s., Nabi Ibrahim a.s.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nabi Musa a.s., Nabi Isa a.s. (semuanya memberikan sebab seperti Nabi Adam a.s.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dan akhirnya mereka berjumpa Rasullullah SAW. Jarak masa antara satu nabi dengan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;yang lain adalah 1000 tahun perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Lalu berdoalah baginda Nabi Muhammad SAW ke hadrat Allah SWT. Lalu diperkenankan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;doa baginda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Selepas itu, terdengar bunyi pukulan gendang yang kuat hingga menakutkan hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;semua makhluk kerana mereka sangka azab akan turun. Lalu terbelah langit, turunlah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;arasy Tuhan yang dipikul oleh 8 malaikat yang sangat besar (besarnya sejarak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;perjalanan 20 ribu tahun) sambil bertasbih dengan suara yang amat kuat sehingga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Arasy itu tiba dibumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ 'Arasy ialah jisim nurani yang amat besar berbentuk kubah (bumbung bulat)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;yang mempunyai 4 batang tiang yang sentiasa dipikul oleh 4 malaikat yang besar dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gagah. Dalam bahasa mudah ia seumpama istana yang mempunyai seribu bilik yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;menempatkan jutaan malaikat di dalamnya. Ia dilingkungi embun yang menghijab&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;cahayanya yang sangat kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Kursi iaitu jisim nurani yang terletak di hadapan Arasy yang dipikul oleh 4 malaikat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yang sangat besar. Saiz kursi lebih kecil dari 'Arasy umpama cincin ditengah padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dalam bahasa mudah ia umpama singgahsana yang terletak dihadapan istana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Seluruh makhluk pun menundukkan kepala Allah kerana takut. Lalu dimulakan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;timbangan amal. Ketika itu berterbanganlah kitab amalan masing-masing turun dari bawah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Arasy menuju ke leher pemiliknya tanpa silap dan tergantunglah ia sehingga mereka&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;dipanggil untuk dihisab. Kitab amalan ini telah ditulis oleh malaikat Hafazhah / Raqib dan 'Atid / Kiraman Katibin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Manusia beratur dalam saf mengikut Nabi dan pemimpin masing- masing. Orang kafir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;dan munafik beratur bersama pemimpin mereka yang zalim. Setiap pengikut ada tanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mereka tersendiri untuk dibezakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Umat yang pertama kali dihisab adalah umat Nabi Muhammad SAW, dan amalan yang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;pertama kali dihisab adalah solat. Sedangkan hukum yang pertama kali diputuskan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;adalah perkara pertumpahan darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Apabila tiba giliran seseorang hendak dihisab amalannya, malaikat akan mencabut kitab&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mereka lalu diserahkan, lalu pemiliknya mengambil dengan tangan kanan bagi orang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mukmin dan dengan tangan kiri jika orang bukan mukmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Semua makhluk akan dihisab amalan mereka menggunakan satu Neraca Timbangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saiznya amat besar, mempunyai satu tiang yang mempunyai lidah dan 2 daun. Daun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yang bercahaya untuk menimbang pahala dan yang gelap untuk menimbang dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Acara ini disaksikan oleh Nabi Muhammad SAW dan para imam 4 mazhab untuk menyaksikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pengikut masing-masing dihisab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Perkara pertama yang diminta ialah Islam. Jika dia bukan Islam, maka seluruh amalan baiknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tidak ditimbang bahkan amalan buruk tetap akan ditimbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Ketika dihisab, mulut manusia akan dipateri, tangan akan berkata- kata, kaki akan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;menjadi saksi. Tiada dolak-dalih dan hujah tipuan. Semua akan di adili oleh Allah Ta'ala&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;dengan Maha Bijaksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Setelah amalan ditimbang, mahkamah Mahsyar dibuka kepada orang ramai untuk menuntut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hak masing-masing dari makhluk yang sedang dibicara sehinggalah seluruh makhluk berpuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hati dan dibenarkannya menyeberangi titian sirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Syafaat Nabi Muhammad SAW di akhirat :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ⅰ- Meringankan penderitaan makhluk di Padang Mahsyar dengan mempercepatkan hisab.&lt;br /&gt;ⅱ- Memasukkan manusia ke dalam syurga tanpa hisab.&lt;br /&gt;ⅲ- Mengeluarkan manusia yang mempunyai iman sebesar zarah dari neraka.&lt;br /&gt;(Semua syafaat ini tertakluk kepada keizinan Allah SWT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Para nabi dan rasul serta golongan khawas juga diberikan izin oleh Tuhan untuk memberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;syafaat kepada para pengikut mereka. Mereka ini berjumlah 70 000. Setiap seorang dari&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mereka akan mensyafaatkan 70 000 orang yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Setelah berjaya dihisab, manusia akan mula berjalan menuju syurga melintasi jambatan sirat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Siratul Mustaqim ialah jambatan (titian) yang terbentang dibawahnya neraka. Lebar jambatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ini adalah seperti sehelai rambut yang dibelah tujuh dan ia lebih tajam dari mata pedang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bagi orang mukmin ia akan dilebarkan dan dimudahkan menyeberanginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Fudhail bin Iyadh berkata perjalanan di Sirat memakan masa 15000 tahun. 5000 tahun menaik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5000 tahun mendatar dan 5000 tahun menurun. Ada makhluk yang melintasinya seperti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;kilat, seperti angin, menunggang binatang korban dan berjalan kaki. Ada yang tidak dapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;melepasinya disebabkan api neraka sentiasa menarik kaki mereka, lalu mereka jatuh ke dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✐ Para malaikat berdiri di kanan dan kiri sirat mengawasi setiap makhluk yang lalu. Setiap&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1000 orang yang meniti sirat, hanya seorang sahaja yang Berjaya melepasinya. 999&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;orang akan terjatuh ke dalam neraka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rujukan:&lt;br /&gt;Kitab Aqidatun Najin karangan Syeikh Zainal Abidin Muhammad Al-&lt;br /&gt;Fathani. Pustaka Nasional Singapura 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☞ Jika sekiranya kalian ingin mengumpul saham akhirat, sampaikanlah ilmu ini kepada sahabat² yang lain. Sepertimana sabda Rasulullah SAW:&lt;br /&gt;❝ Sampaikanlah pesananku walaupun satu ayat. ❞&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya apabila matinya seseorang anak Adam itu, hanya 3 perkara yang akan dibawanya bersama :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;① Sedekah/amal jariahnya.&lt;br /&gt;② Doa anak²nya yang soleh.&lt;br /&gt;③ Ilmu yang bermanfaat yang disampaikannya kepada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-690104693834518510?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/690104693834518510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=690104693834518510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/690104693834518510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/690104693834518510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/sharing-is-caring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3030025359606231226</id><published>2011-10-21T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:38:45.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set fire to the rain'/><title type='text'>Laugh is my Medicine |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuHZa54J-fw/TqF4EI9KgPI/AAAAAAAAB28/lMLXB5u2CA4/s1600/ad5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuHZa54J-fw/TqF4EI9KgPI/AAAAAAAAB28/lMLXB5u2CA4/s320/ad5.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How are you readers?&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school is down. And honestly, Im loving it. No classes on Mondays. Feels awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;Only this term, im a little worried for certain modules im taking. Im studying Flash! Ive always wanted to learn flash but its the assignment that im afraid i cant handle it. And the other module: Network Server Management! Sigh. InsyaAllah, i can do this. I am aiming for full gpa from now on. I messed up my last sem's gpa. So, hmm.. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for blabbering about my school stuff everytime i started blogging. Oh! Last wednesday, before i had dinner celebration for my dad's birthday at Bukit Batok, I actually went to Pioneer! Went there to meet up with my sisters. And just when i saw the school, memories just keep rolling back. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;The gate, where i panicked when i got late. Canteen tables for all clicks. I saw K&amp;amp;H Ensemble's noticeboard. And i saw our 2007 SYF photo. MasyaAllah, i look so talented! :P hhahaha! I was at the front with Cydney, Raihan, Eefah. Aseenah, Siti Amirah, and Yi kang is at the back playing harmonica 2 (role). Hahah! The members now as ive seen on other photos are mostly chinese. I bet there are no more malays. Haha, and when I saw the rugby boys in the canteen, thought of how much i liked Nash and his sport before. I sat in the canteen only, by the way. But all the memories, in the classroom, slipped at the staircase, running away from discipline master, mocking the principle, during p.e lesson. And the one that really crack me up was MrPang and his 'shy moments'. I blogged about it last few years ago. Oh, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fdfdfd; color: #666666; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sujatha: Cher, during the sports day, you wear sunglasses very hot lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Pang: Yah, during sports day, the weather was hot what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[he heard sujatha wrongly-.-]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sujatha: no, i say you very hot when wearing sunglasses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Pang: Ouh,... but i said that the weather was hot&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;. [smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; Eefah: ELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!blushing alrdy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;[padahal die da phaiseh and blushing!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny part was he played around with the screen projector to hide his blush! Hahaha! Kekek! Sigh.&amp;nbsp;This is why i love blog. Archive. So, im sure my girlfriends miss those times too. We'll keep in touch eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, im enjoying my Poly life pulak. Even though, i always kena bully by Mr Andes Ritchmont Tan and sheema and wei sheng and jit! Grr. I will kena them back one day, i tell you. I have not really introduced them properly here, havent i? Damn. I'll do a quick one. Andes, 24 went through NS (he brags about it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time!) Sheema, 20. Went through ITE before stepping poly. Her driving test was the most epic! Mount curb (unsure of spelling, teehee) ! Wei Sheng, 19; which we created the AWS close-group, to "get away" from him. This is confidential tau! Hahah! Jit 18, the said so to be the joker.Well, there is sandra 19 and shaojuan 18. Whom i am competing my gpa with. So far, Shao Juan is leading. Hmm. InsyaAllah. Faith! Okay now, gtg do some gif pics! Takecare. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3030025359606231226?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3030025359606231226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3030025359606231226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3030025359606231226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3030025359606231226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/laugh-is-my-medicine.html' title='Laugh is my Medicine |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuHZa54J-fw/TqF4EI9KgPI/AAAAAAAAB28/lMLXB5u2CA4/s72-c/ad5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4425462543063389676</id><published>2011-10-18T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:12:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;“When you have taken a decision, put your trust in Allah.” (Surah Imran 3: 159) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4425462543063389676?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4425462543063389676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4425462543063389676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4425462543063389676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4425462543063389676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-you-have-taken-decision-put-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6762289148953318985</id><published>2011-10-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:08:24.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over and over again'/><title type='text'>Just lovely  |</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 320px; 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Technically, yesterday was kakak's 21st birthday! And it was awesome!! We celebrated @PizzaHut. Ordered the food in before kakak and Fhaz came from USS. Well, it was about 6pm when she came. And everything was already in place. The food, drinks everything. Well, we ate and Im still panting for the taste of the sweet &amp;amp; spicy drumlets! Hehe. Well, after gulping down the food, we call out to the waitresses to bring in the birthday cookie - cake. Hahaha! And let me tell you, I think the cookie look fantastic! Because i thought that it would come messy with 4 colours! Hahah! Well, there you go. Nights. Bowling tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;i hope i can bowl with you some day, again. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/318308_257513850958076_100000983893731_780228_669967242_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur dan diberi hidayah dan taufiq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;setiap hari. Semoga berjaya di dunia dan akhirat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3883453440473179098?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3883453440473179098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3883453440473179098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3883453440473179098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3883453440473179098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-twenty-first.html' title='Happy Twenty-First!'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2993459958135041524</id><published>2011-09-28T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:35:59.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ive gotten my semester 3 results. And I am still disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nataEII7RcI/ToMwK5er6-I/AAAAAAAAB2k/6dkLzuOw3C0/s1600/SEM3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nataEII7RcI/ToMwK5er6-I/AAAAAAAAB2k/6dkLzuOw3C0/s400/SEM3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, no retaking of any module. However, I cant stop worrying for the next semester. Mobile Web. Sigh. May Allah give me strength to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, feels kinda lonely these few days. Been doing more of thinking than talking, lately. Been emo for 2hours a day atleast since holiday starts. Well, an hour trip to workplace and another hour to reach home after work. Getting sick and tired of it. Its okay, tomorrow is thursday. So there will be 3 more days to no-more-work day!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 540px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EZMBNG-CEg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EZMBNG-CEg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="540" height="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2993459958135041524?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2993459958135041524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2993459958135041524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2993459958135041524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2993459958135041524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-gotten-my-semester-3-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nataEII7RcI/ToMwK5er6-I/AAAAAAAAB2k/6dkLzuOw3C0/s72-c/SEM3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2096630538806669775</id><published>2011-09-17T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:18:28.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is anyone actually reading my posts?'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr6e7IS1_gU/TnOE3bEQIfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/NmqTF5YmSdo/s1600/IMG_4191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr6e7IS1_gU/TnOE3bEQIfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/NmqTF5YmSdo/s320/IMG_4191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i missed blogging. Time now is 1:00AM sharp, Saturday. Just one more day lefft to afternoon shift. And starting on next week onwards, it will be morning shifts for me. I dont know if Im suppose to be happy or devastated on that matter. Because I would have to wake up earlier than subuh timing to be able to catch my bus. Hmm. InsyaAllah, wont be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt peace, visiting Masjid for Maghrib during break time at work. But I was in a hurry, so it didnt really lasts long. But Alhamdulillah. Praying at workplace, tak khusyuk. And i dont know why am i a tyoe of person that likes to think berwas-was. Always 50-50. Am i that fickle minded? Tak suke tau! Hope my ibadah will be accepted though. Amin Amin!&lt;br /&gt;And today, it was pretty tiring because only 2 people worked on closing shift. Hais. Wait, here i am just played Tetris Battle and blogging, and not listening to mum (to go sleep now). Ape punye anak la aku ni. K then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2096630538806669775?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2096630538806669775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2096630538806669775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2096630538806669775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2096630538806669775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr6e7IS1_gU/TnOE3bEQIfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/NmqTF5YmSdo/s72-c/IMG_4191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6540027130703410687</id><published>2011-09-12T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:55:12.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos is on FB'/><title type='text'>Giant</title><content type='html'>Hello! Its been so very long not updating my blog. I kinda miss you bloggy. I noticed i didnt upload photos or share with ya'll how was my 18th birthday. (: I had a little birthday surprise which was my aunts, uncles, and friends coming over to my house and celebrated with me. We break fast together and solat maghrib together. What I like most was the sembahyang ramai-ramai part. 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text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive not been doing anything much for this vacation period, yknow. The thought of everyday bowling, tk la kesampaian. This work Im doing now is more tiring then what I expected. Especially work on the afternoon shift. 1430 to 2230. Gaji pon tk la seberapa. But nevermind, this money Im getting is as so for me to apply for driving license. Da besar dah anak mak.(Padahal masih kecil! -.-) Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;Hmm, I want to create tumblr uh, can? To like 'showcase' my photos. Like what Nafisah said, mungkin rezeki boleh datang from there. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTRLYV5GqTg/Tm1VeEY65XI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/adsL52LrZuA/s1600/IMG_4299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTRLYV5GqTg/Tm1VeEY65XI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/adsL52LrZuA/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently; finally went out Raya with The 80s - Siti Nurain, Sharifah Fairuza, Nadira, Nafisah Saifuddin &amp;amp; Aseenah Bee. It was awesome! Even though we only went visitings about 4 houses, we did have some kick-ass time! We've laughed so much, and the heels-complain-moments, and the close-up pictures, and Ain's masalah is actually everyone's masalah! hahahah! I seriously miss those feeling. Macam mimpi, dapat feel macam tuh lagi (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, managed to jalan raya with family only twice. Tak rasa sangat kemeriahan Raya tahun ini. );&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6540027130703410687?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6540027130703410687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6540027130703410687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6540027130703410687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6540027130703410687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/09/giant.html' title='Giant'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GxFgkDAS7CM/TmVvZv4f-6I/AAAAAAAAB1c/OPCVA3l3spQ/s72-c/IMG_3944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6989456051630293584</id><published>2011-08-10T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:45:27.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>Hello. How are you? I am stressing up right now. Only Allah knows how stress am I because of this packed assignments given at one shot. However, I have to thank Allah for the things that is done. 3 assignments done. Left with ssd; which i dont think my team and i are going anywhere into it, Iwgd (photoshop module) which i think will be doing it last minute. Currently doing my gems assignment that is dued last wednesday and so, trying to finish it by tomorrow. With addition, doing a little of math revision. I am having open book math quiz tomorrow. Sigh. And the week after next week will be our end of module examinations. Good luck to me finding time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Polite has just ended last Saturday. My heart pain to see everyone having fun playing and doing their best to win the title this year. On the other hand, I think overall Team SP Girls did better this year compared to the Boys. We only won the Singles; at least that was the last news Ive heard so far. Throughout watching them play at Safra Yishun, I was disappointed at myself. I want to feel the pressure and the adrenaline rush again on the alley, not just sitting and watch. InsyaAllah, I can make it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWTtvhgkUFs/TkFexsJyetI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6W1b4oia8BI/s1600/IMG_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWTtvhgkUFs/TkFexsJyetI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6W1b4oia8BI/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach will have faith in me if I have faith in myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6989456051630293584?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6989456051630293584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6989456051630293584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6989456051630293584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6989456051630293584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWTtvhgkUFs/TkFexsJyetI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6W1b4oia8BI/s72-c/IMG_3659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5293984618138577250</id><published>2011-07-27T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:44:05.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;I want to say, express it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; letter-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: #666666;"&gt;but i simply can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small; letter-spacing: -4px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;What more can i do? I have been keeping this feeling for 2 months and sometimes i just want to let it out and let it go, but i cant. There is always something that held me back. I dont want it to happen. I dont want to lose you.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5293984618138577250?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5293984618138577250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5293984618138577250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5293984618138577250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5293984618138577250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-say-express-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5145417211956530053</id><published>2011-07-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:19:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmeZLHZeuIc/TiqQWvzsZSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/lsbgZGLsYgk/s1600/IMG_1922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmeZLHZeuIc/TiqQWvzsZSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/lsbgZGLsYgk/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was on the 19th October 2010, that I have decided to wear hijab, officially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until today, I am proud of myself to be wearing it because of Allah, and not because of what people would think of me. Alhamdulillah. Wearing hijab has helped me in every different ways of understanding &lt;i&gt;Aurat&lt;/i&gt; and how it helped me to strengthen my iman. Hijab is like a start, to start my day. Like solat. Its the main pillars in iman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at myself in the mirror with my hijab reminded me of Allah; reminded me of the reasons why I am given a life. To worship You. I admit, before i started to wear hijab, i got really distracted with the world out there so much that i disobey His orders to pray five times a day. Forgive me, Allah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until one day in school, a friend asked me if i would like to join her for prayers. I simply gave an excuse. Quite a few times she asked me again. And i gave excuses, after excuses. Astaghfirullah. I felt bad afterwards. Felt bad to her and especially to Allah. I didnt know that there's musollah in SP. Until one day, when she asked me again, i decided to join her. And i thought the musollah is in a room somewhere, but in my astonishment, it was at the top level staricase way. MasyaAllah. Hijab makes me feel closer to Allah. I will continue to maintain&amp;nbsp;to be a good person. InsyaAllah, amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5145417211956530053?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5145417211956530053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5145417211956530053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5145417211956530053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5145417211956530053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/hijab.html' title='Hijab.'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmeZLHZeuIc/TiqQWvzsZSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/lsbgZGLsYgk/s72-c/IMG_1922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5345697721280610679</id><published>2011-07-22T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:40:54.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Him we belong and to Him we return.'/><title type='text'>He is the Creator.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;"O servant, you have done these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on these particular days..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;But I have concealed them in your earthly life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;and I forgive you these deeds today.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahuakhbar.&lt;br /&gt;I hope on the day I am facing my death, I wouldnt be scared but instead,&lt;br /&gt;to be in great pleasure to be meeting Allah real soon.&lt;br /&gt;Amin ya rabbal'alamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5345697721280610679?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5345697721280610679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5345697721280610679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5345697721280610679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5345697721280610679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/he-is-creator.html' title='He is the Creator.'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-1400144775328813373</id><published>2011-07-15T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:53:28.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>League</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpuNsmLU9oI/TiBNpI6V2NI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZeqDOf4X1gI/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpuNsmLU9oI/TiBNpI6V2NI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZeqDOf4X1gI/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know i said i will be okay if im not selected to represent Polite this year. But truth is im quite disappointed, the fact that i will not be playing. i always tell myself, nevermind, its okay. its during ramadhan anyway. maybe its for my own good, that way. but seriously, by not playing this year really means alot to me. because next year, i will have lesser chance to be playing for Polite. due to major exams, assignments that will be assigned, my attendance will be affected for cca. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is comingggggggggg! Cant wait also.&lt;br /&gt;And and, i really want to watch harry potter. with you, can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-1400144775328813373?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1400144775328813373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=1400144775328813373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1400144775328813373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1400144775328813373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/league.html' title='League'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MpuNsmLU9oI/TiBNpI6V2NI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZeqDOf4X1gI/s72-c/IMG_2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-9008888305170596347</id><published>2011-07-07T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:57:23.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':B'/><title type='text'>What a Hottiie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.tumblr.com/xnfwbbv/CGmlgrjm8/andfsgsigif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://static.tumblr.com/xnfwbbv/CGmlgrjm8/andfsgsigif.gif" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A'ah sioool! HEHEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-9008888305170596347?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9008888305170596347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=9008888305170596347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9008888305170596347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9008888305170596347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/httpstatic.html' title='What a Hottiie'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-1120540164622850910</id><published>2011-07-05T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:48:49.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know our dreams will never die'/><title type='text'>If we hold on together</title><content type='html'>Im really tired. Yesterday, finished the 3rd/last roll-off selection for Polite. Bowled at Safra Yishun, at 7pm. I was pretty satisfied with myself, because even though the first two games didnt able to reach targetted score, I managed to overcome anger and focus more on sparing. Syukur, Alhamdulillah on that, it makes my day. ^^&amp;nbsp;Today, is a real good morning. I received my math paper, scored 87. And just awhile ago, received my grade for ICD paper. Grade: B. Thanks Allah. Only one left to receive and its the most im afraid of, because i did quite bad for it. Oh gosh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpsctEzEjVE/ThK53bN3yUI/AAAAAAAAB04/s-dCkhM3Hck/s1600/1_978346889l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpsctEzEjVE/ThK53bN3yUI/AAAAAAAAB04/s-dCkhM3Hck/s1600/1_978346889l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what? I do miss our late night calls. I dont know what keep us hanging on the phone every night but we talked on and on and on... There's just &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; to be talked about eveytime! Haha! And to see Nadzirah otp with her friends, about guys, sharing secrets, talking about their day, envy me. Because I used to be doing that with you, and now? We dont any more. Sad. And to hear about your not-so-good days/situations, makes me feel bad for not being there to lend you a listening ear or a shoulder to&amp;nbsp;cry on. I want to be there when you're down, Im sorry if I wasnt a good friend before. But despite the childish fights we had among ourselves, it was a way to strenghthen our friendships. You kicking my ass, laughed out loud and unintentionally leaving your saliva on my face, holding my hand, playing with your arms babat in class, play soccer using paper and pencil, comforting you, got spiced up with MeeSoto, running around classroom, farting in the library, skipping class and really thought that we can escape by using lame excuses, stalking boonlay people and more countless things we did. I wish those days will come by soon and let no awkwardness between us again. Takecare!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great memories starts with every little things we do together everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing you badly! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 180px; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wATHljwicWE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wATHljwicWE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="220" height="180"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May Allah Be With You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-1120540164622850910?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1120540164622850910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=1120540164622850910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1120540164622850910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/1120540164622850910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-we-hold-on-together.html' title='If we hold on together'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpsctEzEjVE/ThK53bN3yUI/AAAAAAAAB04/s-dCkhM3Hck/s72-c/1_978346889l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5916699139250458386</id><published>2011-07-02T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:03:44.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its chilling time'/><title type='text'>Canon, Delighting You Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRJIIfKrK_E/Tg35UP88MaI/AAAAAAAABzY/SAE-Ctey4x4/s1600/IMG_1648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRJIIfKrK_E/Tg35UP88MaI/AAAAAAAABzY/SAE-Ctey4x4/s320/IMG_1648.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hip Hip hoorayyy! MST is donee! But it wasnt a relief! My last paper was really.. heart breaking. I think this module will pull down my other grades. Sighh. But syukur alhamdulillah, another semester is done. In 7 weeks time, sigh, another one coming up. Gosh. Time flies fast. Feels like nothing has been done yet but actually, to look back, there's quite a few and soon.. there will be Polite during Ramadhan. Speaking of which, i doubt that i will be selected to represent SP this time. Tkpe la, anything that is best for SP. This year, Coach just want us to beat TPs', doesnt matter if we didnt win the title. Focussing on winning over TP, thats all. But to me, seeing last year's Polite, TP is very competitive. And they were veryy good, like darn unbeatable. Well, we did won the title last year, but most trophies they angkat.&amp;nbsp;Never mind, i believe in SP. Now that we have quite a number of experienced bowlers for the girls, i hope we can get what Coach wants at the end of the day. InsyaAllah. Also, with Allah's will, we shall win the title too, once more. Amin. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2mQkL0EvH8/Tg3xSpxgu0I/AAAAAAAABzU/9Gby94TZRFs/s1600/IMG_1791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2mQkL0EvH8/Tg3xSpxgu0I/AAAAAAAABzU/9Gby94TZRFs/s320/IMG_1791.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, I call this FishBone! Haha! ^^ Heyy, i miss cruise. I miss the breeze and the wonderful, peaceful sights on the Sun Deck. Although, in most of the days, the Sun is really giving you the burn under your skin! Wow, I looked back at the photos of Allah's creation. The cloud, sunsetting, or sun rising, is just cool and truly amazing. Of course, ade lahh feeling feeling Titanic at times. Hahah! Its really cool. Aahh, the bed is awesome! (y)&lt;br /&gt;Also, Im excited to complete my GEMs Assignment. Hopefully I'll do good this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah Bless Us All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5916699139250458386?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5916699139250458386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5916699139250458386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5916699139250458386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5916699139250458386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/07/canon-delighting-you-always.html' title='Canon, Delighting You Always'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRJIIfKrK_E/Tg35UP88MaI/AAAAAAAABzY/SAE-Ctey4x4/s72-c/IMG_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8574330280426268678</id><published>2011-06-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:45:57.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>Hello readers. Im back! Well sort of? My status today is relax! Hahaha. Im actually quite happy because 2 MST papers are down, and just one more to go on Friday. Though, there's still a lot more revision need to be done. This MST, i really want to ace it. As my accumulative gpa was only 3.5. I need to start aiming 3.9. So average of last year's and this year will be higher than 3.5. InsyaAllah. I think Im going to study later night. But first, i need to clear my closet here and there. Too messy and too many unused clothes. Hahaha. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some sisters to sisters time toda's evening at jp. Cant remember when was the last time we did so, but yeah.. today was pretty relaxing. So i guess, tomorrow will be in a hurry and kanchioonngg! haha! k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8574330280426268678?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8574330280426268678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8574330280426268678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8574330280426268678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8574330280426268678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7777423294439206544</id><published>2011-06-16T05:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:46:31.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siapa la aku ni kannn'/><title type='text'>holiday stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 30px; width: 230px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQLjljOW6ko?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQLjljOW6ko?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="230" height="30"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Thursday Morning! im worn out the past week and i think i will be the same for this week. i can say i have not really started revision yet. This holiday really feel very short. Bowling just cant get me loose; sometimes i just feel like dropping out in the Committee. i think it's too much for me. Especially during these days, exams around the corner. Sigh. i pity bf, because sometimes i "let it out" too much to him, till this feeling of anger was blown out to him too. i thank you, though, if not i dont know when that anger will keep holding up inside me.&amp;nbsp;To start with today, i was awaken by 5 messages. These messages are from bowlers, sadly. Early morning of Thursday, and im already feeling shitty! Though, i dont know whether to be mad at myself for being so dumb and slow, or mad at others. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay its subuh, selamat berpuasa Amirah. Jia you! Oh no. Please dont get fever now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ im considering of making my blog private. sorry folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-7777423294439206544?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7777423294439206544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=7777423294439206544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7777423294439206544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7777423294439206544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-thursday-morning-im-worn-out-past.html' title='holiday stress'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8351367024844368973</id><published>2011-06-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:46:29.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brrr'/><title type='text'>"Peacock cheers"</title><content type='html'>I love the story. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wODzqkpyuNE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wODzqkpyuNE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am login and already in the middle of posting the video, so why not I'll just update myself. Been busy the whole day today. I reached home about 10.30pm after a longggg day camp in school with the SP Photography club. Im just the helper. Sometimes, being helper is fun because your job is not as stressful as being the GL(Group Leader). Tapi kan, when slacking time, its really slacking habis sampai membosankan. Total boredom = sleeping-feeling! zzzzz! Because you have to watch the campus do their activities, and you'll be like waiting for the next task to do. So yeahhh..&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I know my life boring okay. I'll keep it short. Promise. 8am Assemble. Icebreaker Games for 3hours. Lunch. Amazing Race. Wet Captain Ball Match. Ran to SPGG for Bowling. Bowling ends at 7pm. Dinner. Wait and wait for Camp chief to give further instructions/briefing for tomorrow. Drop by at Aseenah's letterbox. Speed back home! Getting ready for tomorrow's day camp (Its a 2days Day Camp.). Good night. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8351367024844368973?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8351367024844368973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8351367024844368973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8351367024844368973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8351367024844368973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/peacock-cheers.html' title='&quot;Peacock cheers&quot;'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5811400219019415055</id><published>2011-06-09T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:09:59.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling tumblr-like'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;When I say "I'm fine",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;I want someone to look me in the eyes and say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;"Tell me the truth".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5811400219019415055?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5811400219019415055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5811400219019415055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5811400219019415055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5811400219019415055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6201545916440683467</id><published>2011-06-08T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:02:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layanlah mereka elok-elok. Jangan lalai; Jangan marah, jangan terasa bila mak bapak marah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Anggaplah mak bapak kite sentiasa betul, sentiase perfect... Sayangilah mereka!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;InsyaAllah, Amin ya rabal'alamin. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6201545916440683467?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6201545916440683467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6201545916440683467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6201545916440683467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6201545916440683467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/layanlah-mereka-elok-elok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4126335297281610395</id><published>2011-06-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:07:07.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicteddd'/><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 28px; width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiTAcYJGKHg?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiTAcYJGKHg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="300" height="28"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="181" src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=833020&amp;amp;speed=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4126335297281610395?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4126335297281610395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4126335297281610395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4126335297281610395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4126335297281610395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4859637024723502419</id><published>2011-06-04T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:03:48.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><title type='text'>Shumbody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got his tumblr!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Better watch out; stalk 24/7. Hahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRh7AXHKlNs/TekTolJGK3I/AAAAAAAAByQ/gDc28z2T8As/s1600/tumblr_lhgvljkqSQ1qa5kdco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRh7AXHKlNs/TekTolJGK3I/AAAAAAAAByQ/gDc28z2T8As/s320/tumblr_lhgvljkqSQ1qa5kdco1_400.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4859637024723502419?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4859637024723502419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4859637024723502419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4859637024723502419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4859637024723502419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/shumbody.html' title='Shumbody!'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRh7AXHKlNs/TekTolJGK3I/AAAAAAAAByQ/gDc28z2T8As/s72-c/tumblr_lhgvljkqSQ1qa5kdco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6286505433639504067</id><published>2011-06-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:44:58.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is all i want'/><title type='text'>Ease at heart..</title><content type='html'>It is really hurtful and stressful right now. There is so many things inside my head that I have to think of. Assignment, assignment, assignment, bowling, camps, MST. I feel like giving up sometimes. Everyday, when I woke up, I feel like crap. Like things still not settled, you know that feeling? And it really sucks to not let it out properly, or get the right time or say to the right person. Nevermind, I am strong. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-askOZnrQWTA/TeZAs-nqaAI/AAAAAAAAByA/zpYRf0WlaNs/s1600/SAM_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-askOZnrQWTA/TeZAs-nqaAI/AAAAAAAAByA/zpYRf0WlaNs/s320/SAM_0468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely I can lie to you, but I cant lie to myself; I miss you. Sometimes I just cant get you out of my head. I wonder where you are, or what you are doing and what so ever.. and yes, the truth hurts. Astaghfirullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself, Talking To The Moon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6286505433639504067?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6286505433639504067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6286505433639504067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6286505433639504067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6286505433639504067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/06/ease-at-heart.html' title='Ease at heart..'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-askOZnrQWTA/TeZAs-nqaAI/AAAAAAAAByA/zpYRf0WlaNs/s72-c/SAM_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8993106381884292230</id><published>2011-05-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:41:48.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosan'/><title type='text'>Nothing more to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alamak. Boring la pulak. Okay hari ini, saya cuba tulis dalam bahasa melayu. [Crap, this is harder than I thought].&amp;nbsp;Pada suatu hari, chey! Sheema, Andes dan saya dapat peluang untuk berjumpa The Muttons di sekolah tadi petang. The Muttons turun ke sekolah untuk &lt;strike&gt;promote&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;mempromosikan Ribena. Sebenarnya, ini adalah kali kedua saya berdepan dengan mereka. Pada pertama kali saya berdepan dengan mereka ialah ketika di sekolah menengah Pioneer dahulu. Saya rasa saya masih ingat lagi mengapa mereka datang ke situ. Its something to do with music. Gossshhh! I give up. Weird sey. Macam berbual Indon lagi ade! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yeah, just now met Muttons for a while and got myself two free bottles of Ribena. Mampos. I dont really fancy the taste of Ribena, because its super sweet to me and itch my throat badly afterwards. Stayed back in school after classes ends. Had to do group projects and so on. There is still alot more to be done. Gosh, "Good Game"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;On saturday, will be busy! Need to clear bowling sessions and meeting parents at night at Singapore Expo. Get DSLR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah,I get to hear a good news! Really needed that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8993106381884292230?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8993106381884292230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8993106381884292230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8993106381884292230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8993106381884292230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-more-to-say.html' title='Nothing more to say'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3409792976801318994</id><published>2011-05-25T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:51:06.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could ask God one question what would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Why didnt Allah create me to be a disabled person? I think I will learn life better starting with harse and difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for what he has given me, though. Dont get me wrong. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3409792976801318994?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3409792976801318994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3409792976801318994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3409792976801318994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3409792976801318994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-could-ask-god-one-question-what.html' title='If you could ask God one question what would it be?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3386298137545159946</id><published>2011-05-25T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:38:22.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you played this song at the wrong time man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wei sheng'/><title type='text'>Aww.. not</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 28px; width: 130px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwMvlNLV8ZU?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwMvlNLV8ZU?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="130" height="28"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll sail the world to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll be the light to guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll sing a song beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Everyday I will remind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You'll always have my shoulder when you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll never let go, never say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You can count on me 'cause I can count on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3386298137545159946?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3386298137545159946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3386298137545159946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3386298137545159946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3386298137545159946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/aww-not.html' title='Aww.. not'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3744215578329858667</id><published>2011-05-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:29:28.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='متى تريد أن تختفي'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! MasyaAllah, today was a beautiful day indeed. Even though it wasnt the best of mine, it was beautiful. How glad was I to be in the bus today, enjoying the view outside the bus. Haha. Everything looks so vivid and calming and yeah... It was different from any other day. Oh gossh what the fffishfillet. Hmm.. I think I got a new favourite show: Seriously Funny Kid. Hmm. Haha! Ya Allah, how i really wish I didnt see or feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3744215578329858667?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3744215578329858667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3744215578329858667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3744215578329858667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3744215578329858667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-masyaallah-today-was-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7085717451655485748</id><published>2011-05-23T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:40:42.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;i cant take a day without you here&quot;'/><title type='text'>My paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; color: #666666; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55w6qL1ocE4?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55w6qL1ocE4?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="600" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'century gothic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh gosh, how now? Im stuck with this song. And these gorgeous voices are stuck in my head. Brings back today's sorrow and hais, sad. What is the matter with me? Why? Go away. I want to cry. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'century gothic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre-line;"&gt;When a girl cries for a boy, it simply means she misses him. When a boy cries for a girl, he loves her more than you could ever imagine. why? Im confused =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-7085717451655485748?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7085717451655485748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=7085717451655485748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7085717451655485748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7085717451655485748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-paradise.html' title='My paradise'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3736413449956557726</id><published>2011-05-23T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:03:04.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='أفتقدك'/><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Im pretty bored now. Though Im having class right now. haiiyaaa. Only one thing on my mind. Universal Studio Singapore! Yeehaa~ This saturday. Boyfriend bringing me. Boy, am i excited but shy uh. Cause his paying everything like damn expensive lorh. I feel bad and uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hmm.. Although, Im actually worried for saturday.&amp;nbsp;This year's bowling training officially starts on saturday. Oh mann. I dont know how to excuse myself or when to make up for that session. Fuhhhh. Plus, its been long I want to keep up with bowling. My score, wah. Jialat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Good news so far. Im in the school team and representing SP in Pol-Ite competition again. Although I am not good enough to get a trophy, its a real honor to play for SP again. Hehe. Also, my name is in the lists for Collegiate Competition. But, the names in the lists is not confirm yet. I am pretty nervous for it because this year, there are quite a number of girls that joined our team, who are already experienced. And some of them coach has already picked for Pol-Ite selection thingy. Hmm. Pray hard liao. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;okay gtg do my practical. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8u6ej2FywbU/TdoTHGbW10I/AAAAAAAABxw/mJ1gRqrBCxs/s1600/DSC08012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8u6ej2FywbU/TdoTHGbW10I/AAAAAAAABxw/mJ1gRqrBCxs/s200/DSC08012.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cantik tak kawan aku mkn ayam? TEEHEE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3736413449956557726?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3736413449956557726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3736413449956557726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3736413449956557726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3736413449956557726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8u6ej2FywbU/TdoTHGbW10I/AAAAAAAABxw/mJ1gRqrBCxs/s72-c/DSC08012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2749750270896896903</id><published>2011-05-19T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:41:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All praises to Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, readers! I received complains for not updating my blog. Hehe, I am so sorry. It has been really busy nowadays. Previous week was always bowling meeting and bowling issues. Its because we are planning to carry out camp during the June holiday, so everyone is all kanchong for the preparation due to the short duration of time. Was so tired, and managed to sleep earlier than other usual days. So, yeah.. as long as I get enough rest ad food, I'll be okay. InsyaAllah, no worries. This week, I have a lot of assignments need to be done. I just finished my GEMS Assignment One [The Revealing Eye In Digital Photography]. Was supposed to hand it in yesterday, latest at 3pm. But I did a little last minute work here and there so ended up, sending it about 11.30pm? Lol. I hope she will be lenient enough and wont penalise me because of a few hours late. =( &amp;nbsp;Gosh, taking nice photos really pressurised me siol. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8_jdCBNLWo/TdUqe69LPaI/AAAAAAAABxg/oalujEu7ipg/s1600/DSC00003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8_jdCBNLWo/TdUqe69LPaI/AAAAAAAABxg/oalujEu7ipg/s1600/DSC00003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, to Raihan, if you happen to read this part; just to let you know that I realise only to you I can have my 'girl talk' now on. You dont know what I mean kan? I miss my girlfriends. I cant remember when was my last time having a girl talk with someone very close. Feels like 2years. Raihan, I miss Eefah badly. How I wish she knows that. Yeah, "go out la.." or "text her la.." I miss her badly you know? Even if I dont seem to mention her name, I really do miss her. I miss those moments when I crap along with her. I know, now you'll be saying something like "dulu kate best friends forever, and now?" You said that to me a lot of times, and I really hope you didnt. It hurts, thats why. Its not like as if I want it this way la kan. Raihan, maybe Im just not as important as how she is to me. How I treasure her, even when times were rough between us. Those talk fights and jealousy, and the buehs when going out! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Raihan, you know what? Yesterday, I laughed my lungs out with my classmate Sheema. And when I laughed with her, I think of Eefah. I remembered those crazy times we had together. I smiled, but wanted to cry at the same time. I dont know. I just miss her, Raihan. I dont even have her number. Hahahaha. I guess, it is true. &lt;i&gt;Best friends are never forever, Boyfriends are so not whatever. &lt;/i&gt;Which is why Im happy to see you everytime. You make me have a chance for girl-to-boy girl talk. Haha. I appreciate what you've done and I thank you for at least be here, still, continue with our friendship. Even though, kadang2 your mouth takde lesen kan.. but yeah, at least I know that there is actually someone who I can share with beside my boyfriend or Hanis or Sheema or Humaira. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll be looking forward to meet you again and have girl talk~ Hahaha! After the next week, k? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay! That was a little emo. Hahaha. Its okay. This is what blogging for. Let it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si Hanis ni pulak nak orang cakap psl die. Dah, dah cakap daaaaaaaa.. See, I am so nice, I put your picture below also. Hahah! -.- Okay that is all, good night! ^&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-McnoWHS_s/TdUqr-Dcg0I/AAAAAAAABxk/hhKmY06FR8w/s1600/dayak.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-McnoWHS_s/TdUqr-Dcg0I/AAAAAAAABxk/hhKmY06FR8w/s200/dayak.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2749750270896896903?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2749750270896896903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2749750270896896903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2749750270896896903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2749750270896896903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-praises-to-allah.html' title='All praises to Allah'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8_jdCBNLWo/TdUqe69LPaI/AAAAAAAABxg/oalujEu7ipg/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4218427400768812404</id><published>2011-05-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:01:40.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain  |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6TXZXB8d7c/TcQami07bsI/AAAAAAAABxY/SLVrG272GvU/s1600/SAM_9669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6TXZXB8d7c/TcQami07bsI/AAAAAAAABxY/SLVrG272GvU/s200/SAM_9669.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Its the second week of 2nd year in poly. And I can already feel the stress starting. I wonder how will it be like next sem or next few weeks. Been really sad to know that my thumbdrive missing. And also, Boyfriend gone for NS. It feels so fast that he is actually in NS already. Been crapping a lot with classmates and bowling members while he was gone. Im pretty bored everyday. What and where else can I go after school? Home. Hais. Bosan. If only got plans with friends. kan best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG, Im super hungry right now! I shall eat maggie later on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You know something? Im getting more and more into Photography. Well, all because of that GEM la. Now Im just hungry for more nice pictures to take. And feels like to go everywhere just to take some nice photos. Another random, undescribable addiction. Learning the techniques and such, just makes me wanna keep going for it. Hmm..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Besides school, bowling and such.. there are quite a few things in my mind. Its very very complicated. Sometimes I wonder how I could even think of complicated stuff, which is very complicated to tell and share and even to get it out of my mind. Wth? I dont understand myself, I think. I dont know la. Im hungry tired and bored. I wish my life would be filled with something good to do. Atleast its something good to learn and acknowlegde. Im such a boring person. I wish I could be like her[below] . Pfft, pathetic me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKpLZjwlEsU/TcQa3G8krOI/AAAAAAAABxc/xQtr3nEzRTE/s1600/emma-watson-harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKpLZjwlEsU/TcQa3G8krOI/AAAAAAAABxc/xQtr3nEzRTE/s200/emma-watson-harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4218427400768812404?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4218427400768812404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4218427400768812404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4218427400768812404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4218427400768812404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/05/plain.html' title='Plain  |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6TXZXB8d7c/TcQami07bsI/AAAAAAAABxY/SLVrG272GvU/s72-c/SAM_9669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4366517127910814876</id><published>2011-04-27T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:11:32.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white again'/><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>How shall I say about today? Well literally, this week Im a little bit worn out here and there. I guess due to lack of sleep and not been eating too well, causes this exhaustion and headaches. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiSG9cS_Jg0/Tbg3KQFtPGI/AAAAAAAABxM/lHcgzxdqKG8/s1600/SAM_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiSG9cS_Jg0/Tbg3KQFtPGI/AAAAAAAABxM/lHcgzxdqKG8/s320/SAM_0192.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awfully fun. Tired. Today was my first time helding up the cca showcase booth in SP. 3pm till 5pm. It was pretty fun. Saw quite a number of familiar faces. Juniors in Pioneer Secondary. Also, some from Pioneer Primary. Boy, was I glad! My old mate even come up to me and said hi and all. Haha! Well, I wish her all the best on going through her first year in SP. Hopefully, to bump to each other again some day. Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;And GEM in Photography is boring but gives me the urge to take more beautiful shots. InsyaAllah, some day I'll get to be master in this. And in bowling too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel like there's nothing to do after graduating. I dont have any ambition to work out for. Pity, isnt it? Maybe, I'll continue studying. InsyaAllah, He will show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-qAKQkoK7Q/Tbg9Dtzs8EI/AAAAAAAABxQ/0mWfFtpmVPU/s1600/SAM_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-qAKQkoK7Q/Tbg9Dtzs8EI/AAAAAAAABxQ/0mWfFtpmVPU/s320/SAM_0375.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ath5PzENLSY/Tbg9FMdSNBI/AAAAAAAABxU/JhGrFkOPf-I/s1600/SAM_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ath5PzENLSY/Tbg9FMdSNBI/AAAAAAAABxU/JhGrFkOPf-I/s320/SAM_0383.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4366517127910814876?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4366517127910814876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4366517127910814876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4366517127910814876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4366517127910814876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aiSG9cS_Jg0/Tbg3KQFtPGI/AAAAAAAABxM/lHcgzxdqKG8/s72-c/SAM_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4598905598850233522</id><published>2011-04-21T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:58:42.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merekalah orang yg paling berhati mulia'/><title type='text'>Asperger's Syndrome</title><content type='html'>"It is a life-long condition, which affects about 63 in 10000 people, more commonly in males than females. Those with this syndrome are usually of average or above average intelligence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got a new classmate who happen to be having this syndrome. And as for being his classmate for the rest of the year, we were informed and so called be 'caution' about it. I find these people more normal than the average people. I dont know how I should elaborate what I meant. Its like when I look at him behave in class, he was the one who response the teacher, while all of us daydream or sleeping and so on. And just on the first day our teacher wants us to get this particular textbook. And the next day, he came in class worried. Came in and apologise because he couldnt get the book, no stock. Well, dont you think that's normal? We, the average, normal ones, isnt acting normal. MasyAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats not the only amazing thing, every person whose having this or any other syndrome, indeed have their own special gift. They must have talent on something. Like for Ryan, i can see that he's really smart in Math. Like really! You remember the movie "My name is Khan"? His attitude towards people is like that. They have a lack and poor in social communication and body language. He will talk to you but wont look at you. And slow in catching jokes or sarcasm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to look at he behaves. Ryan makes me smile, even though sometimes it might be funny, I still find it cute. ^^ Teringat CIP during sem1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjxsHrEL6EQ/TbBFHTM1LDI/AAAAAAAABxI/aJM3rIkkZYk/s1600/HarryShumJr1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjxsHrEL6EQ/TbBFHTM1LDI/AAAAAAAABxI/aJM3rIkkZYk/s320/HarryShumJr1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute kann!? heheheh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4598905598850233522?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4598905598850233522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4598905598850233522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4598905598850233522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4598905598850233522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/aspergers-syndrome.html' title='Asperger&apos;s Syndrome'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjxsHrEL6EQ/TbBFHTM1LDI/AAAAAAAABxI/aJM3rIkkZYk/s72-c/HarryShumJr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6233558378218827060</id><published>2011-04-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:02:47.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lembutkan lah hati dan jiwamu. Bukalah Mata, Amirah. SubhanAllah. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxyblC5Ejmk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=11"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxyblC5Ejmk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6233558378218827060?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6233558378218827060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6233558378218827060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6233558378218827060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6233558378218827060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/lembutkan-lah-hati-dan-jiwamu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2481820095927215886</id><published>2011-04-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:41:38.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>HARRY.SHUM.JR</title><content type='html'>I can make a whole full movie with all his face on every second. Woooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/piBZ6KmnU2w" title="YouTube video player" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rTQ9lviX1Ws" title="YouTube video player" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9alfPbLgH80" title="YouTube video player" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vMIfScB9aY0" title="YouTube video player" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2481820095927215886?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2481820095927215886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2481820095927215886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2481820095927215886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2481820095927215886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/harryshumjr.html' title='HARRY.SHUM.JR'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/piBZ6KmnU2w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8052886480675417243</id><published>2011-04-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:42:39.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why eh?'/><title type='text'>insyaAllah (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--C9E0TFBvHU/TaB-Cwv-67I/AAAAAAAABxA/EZCnHczhUqg/s1600/SAM_9680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--C9E0TFBvHU/TaB-Cwv-67I/AAAAAAAABxA/EZCnHczhUqg/s320/SAM_9680.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there. Ive been looking forward for schooool. Weird isnt it?? Hehe. However, I need to think of what GEMs Im going to take for this semester. Haaah. The interesting ones, have a few seats only. I hoped to be with my classmates, so I wont get lonely, atleast. Fuhhh. So far, I'll be with Sheema, Wei Sheng, Andes and Sandra again this year. Alhamdulillah. I think thats about it for school. Oh yah! Tension is, dad asked me this big question in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Its time for you to plan and decide where to go University or do other stuff like working, after graduating.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *Goes blankk*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; University sounds tough. No?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Ala, isnt this feeling is as the &amp;nbsp;same as when you were about to go to Poly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, I couldnt sleep my way back home from Geylang. Hahah! Chey, bedek. I slept awhile. Hehhs. But really, the feeling is freaking nervous. And I feel the creeps when that question popped out of the blue. I really went O.O HAHAHAHA! Personally, now that it popped out to me. I feel like continueing my studies. One reason why, is because I have no idea what I shall go working at after graduation. Gosh, Im pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8052886480675417243?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8052886480675417243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8052886480675417243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8052886480675417243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8052886480675417243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/insyaallah.html' title='insyaAllah (:'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--C9E0TFBvHU/TaB-Cwv-67I/AAAAAAAABxA/EZCnHczhUqg/s72-c/SAM_9680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8292118022515209271</id><published>2011-04-09T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:46:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Okay last last questions, IN *******ESSAY FORM*******!
What do you look for in a partner? (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Alamak. Im not really in the mood of essay. But I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partner that's afraid of Allah. Who loves Allah more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is able to be a  great leader in the household. And when he did a simple and small sin, he would never give up to repent and be a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partner that has a lot of patience, control his angers and knows the basic of Islam. A partner that scolds me when I do something bad, instead of letting me continue or join me in it.. because I can be pretty stubborn and ignorance at times. Most importantly, a person that knows what love is, not lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it Keven. Hope its like an essay, like you wanted. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8292118022515209271?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8292118022515209271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8292118022515209271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8292118022515209271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8292118022515209271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-okay-last-last-questions-in-essay.html' title='#8 Okay last last questions, IN *******ESSAY FORM*******!&#xA;What do you look for in a partner? (:'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6610889558114012229</id><published>2011-04-06T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:42:48.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misses.'/><title type='text'>My Diary is my most favourite book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="40" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LF4TRyHD30g" title="YouTube video player" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zeJG5flrUE/TZyJgw8SW6I/AAAAAAAABw4/I4o-Y4-DX1Q/s1600/SAM_7386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zeJG5flrUE/TZyJgw8SW6I/AAAAAAAABw4/I4o-Y4-DX1Q/s200/SAM_7386.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya ALLAH, I have no money, but I have You. I am rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya ALLAH, I have no freedom, but I believe in You. I am free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I have no patience, but I read Your Quran. I am calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I get no respect, but You listen to my dua. I am proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I have no time, but I think of Jannah. I have forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I have much time, but I look at Your Signs. I have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so weak, but I fast Ramadan. I am strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so tired, but I make dua. I open my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so dirty, but I repent to You. I am cleansed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so depressed, but I remember you. I am at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so lost, but I follow Your Commands. I am safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, nobody listens, but You never turn your back on me. I am grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, my heart breaks, but I imagine meeting You. My heart finds rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I cry every night, but I make wudu. I wash away my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ya&amp;nbsp;ALLAH, I feel so alone, but I pray to You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No matter what's your situation is, always and remember Amirah, always turn to Him, The Almighty. Be it when your feeling down, and especially when times going nice and well. Subhanallah, He makes us feel peace and ease at heart whenever we think of Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Im unsure why is my face getting all pimple-d up. Thinking too much kot? Irritating tau, I'll be scratching, touching my face here and there with these hands! Gahhh. By the way, Im picking up writing on my diary again. I somehow celebrated the ending of the sixth book and the begining of the seventh book, yesterday night. I had my laughs reading the 'Chapter Of Life' of mine. Hahah. Some sad moments, some hilarious moments. Miss those times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6610889558114012229?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6610889558114012229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6610889558114012229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6610889558114012229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6610889558114012229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-diary-is-my-most-favourite-book.html' title='My Diary is my most favourite book'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LF4TRyHD30g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-804548687797576159</id><published>2011-04-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:57:47.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come home safe and sound ^^'/><title type='text'>Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkDLqBwGU9Q/TZrZV0Su8kI/AAAAAAAABw0/wcxoqTZwBrU/s1600/193710_189804631062332_100000983893731_476852_3328696_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkDLqBwGU9Q/TZrZV0Su8kI/AAAAAAAABw0/wcxoqTZwBrU/s320/193710_189804631062332_100000983893731_476852_3328696_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, was the most tiring day ever this March holiday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met Raihan in the morning at 1030am @ Gek Poh, Mcdonalds. Help him out with his blog stuff while having Mcdonald breakfast! Wahh, I truly miss 'Monday Mac'. Then afterwards at 12noon, ride 185 to school. Bowling. We're learning something new, different every week. Interesting. On my way back home, dad called up. Asked me to buy dictionary. I was like... why?? We already have one, a big chunky ones. I went to school's Popular bookstore, I cant find them there. Sigh. Rushed to Gek Poh again to look up at the stationary store, hoping they are seling them there. I sweat everywheeere I go. Its freaking warm yesterday. And still, I cant find them. I was rushing to Farrah's birthday party with Atifah actually, and with the short of time and energy, and short of Ezlink money, I headed home empty handed. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad thought I came back with a dictionary, and lucky enough I was right. There's one at home. He didnt notice it was there. Lol. Buat penat je -.-&amp;nbsp; Hahahah! Hot! Changed up, 'cause I was sweatiingg like a pig. Haha! Bosan uh. Then after leaving the party at about 8pm, met Ezini and Roy. Hagendanz. Walked back home. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it is, yesterday was freaking warm. Cannot tahan. MasyaAllah, apatah lagi Neraka. Alhamdulilah, it rains awhile just now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-804548687797576159?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/804548687797576159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=804548687797576159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/804548687797576159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/804548687797576159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/04/warm.html' title='Warm'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkDLqBwGU9Q/TZrZV0Su8kI/AAAAAAAABw0/wcxoqTZwBrU/s72-c/193710_189804631062332_100000983893731_476852_3328696_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3993023863773046785</id><published>2011-03-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:50:02.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bawa Mak pergi Zoo ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dQe649NwaZU" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panjangkanlah umur mereka, dengan sihat walafiat.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3993023863773046785?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3993023863773046785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3993023863773046785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3993023863773046785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3993023863773046785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/bawa-mak-pergi-zoo.html' title='Bawa Mak pergi Zoo ^^'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dQe649NwaZU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4226610127169961768</id><published>2011-03-27T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:39:34.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous uh'/><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im freaking bored. Been doing nothing since wednesday, creeping around about the corners of my house. Seriously, Im so lame. Came across with these again. Im just wasting time here, bare with me.&amp;nbsp;No talent to showcase, im freaking jealous with all these people doing covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they're incredible. They can sing together well. Teamwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8LbWPClATrc" title="YouTube video player" width="260"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M4YSQxdQ-70" title="YouTube video player" width="260"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r9DyeXa71EE" title="YouTube video player" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4226610127169961768?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4226610127169961768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4226610127169961768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4226610127169961768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4226610127169961768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8LbWPClATrc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3409941959101282358</id><published>2011-03-27T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:28:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could live in any house you wanted to, what would it look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;And ohh! I want a small pretty bowling alley, and maybe a huge space for ice skating. And a totally big closet. Probably a room of a closet. Woahh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3409941959101282358?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3409941959101282358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3409941959101282358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3409941959101282358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3409941959101282358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-could-live-in-any-house-you_27.html' title='If you could live in any house you wanted to, what would it look like?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7295033623998352388</id><published>2011-03-27T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:25:11.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could live in any house you wanted to, what would it look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Not too big, not too small. Comfy. Walls painted in some black, mostly white. Antique furnitures. Black and white fur-y carpets. Neat house, dont have to be pretty. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-7295033623998352388?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7295033623998352388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=7295033623998352388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7295033623998352388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7295033623998352388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-could-live-in-any-house-you.html' title='If you could live in any house you wanted to, what would it look like?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6577745304930842879</id><published>2011-03-24T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:34:18.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leave with a smile and happiness'/><title type='text'>All In A Column |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wah, I know right. My previous post, like real documentary essay. Well, I tried to summarise everything. Hahha. Lazy to upload pictures uh. Heheheh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mLakWVM2utY/TYos-QtGGJI/AAAAAAAABwk/wMKaY9jZ5vA/s1600/P0327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mLakWVM2utY/TYos-QtGGJI/AAAAAAAABwk/wMKaY9jZ5vA/s320/P0327.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im looking forward for study award this year. Hopefully I can get the $400. Hehe. Been thinking, what shall I spent it on. A new handphone? A new camera? Or.. a new bowling ball? Hehehe. Oh yeah. I havent share my results yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HoyMxsGqFfI/TYopRKGjqiI/AAAAAAAABwg/LCwX0jbAYZs/s1600/SEM2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HoyMxsGqFfI/TYopRKGjqiI/AAAAAAAABwg/LCwX0jbAYZs/s320/SEM2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, can see? From the top; GEM: Etiquette &amp;amp; Professional Image; Math; Java; IDEAs; CRS; Networking; Fundamental Electronics. It was quite low actually, nothing for me to brag much. Only that, Im surprised to see A for Java and Math. And managed to get no Cs for Networking and FE. Fiuhhh. Sem One was 3.4, which is why my overall average gpa is 3.5. Still alot to buck up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad said, " I think you can go to University, just keep aiming 3.8". I was shocked to hear him say that. He never sort of comment or in this case, it feels like a compliment from him. Alhamdulillah, then. Okay, I was excited to see its 3.6. But the overall gpa wasnt impressive enough to me. Should have done a lot better. But nevermind, syukur. I try my very best for the next four semesters. Amin. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4LCzh0bEF0w/TYotsi06WdI/AAAAAAAABws/Dnse0oLU6xM/s1600/197047_10150121053843917_750513916_6581952_346217_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4LCzh0bEF0w/TYotsi06WdI/AAAAAAAABws/Dnse0oLU6xM/s200/197047_10150121053843917_750513916_6581952_346217_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I hope I get to be with the same classmates in 2010. I miss them. Have not been meeting up. Must do so soon. As for cca. We're having chalet at i dont know, on 7th April. Pretty cool, looking forward to it. Especially when the awkwardness isnt as bad as before, around the air. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, tomorrow evening, Aimullah will already on his way to Europe. Hmm, I'll miss him. Takecare, promise? He'll be going alone! Who wouldnt be scared?? Grrr. Which is why I force him to go fast, come back faster. Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UU6J_BZaOvA/TYou891q5OI/AAAAAAAABww/Dmt_uZ9AdzU/s1600/SAM_8704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UU6J_BZaOvA/TYou891q5OI/AAAAAAAABww/Dmt_uZ9AdzU/s200/SAM_8704.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r9w2d83sJeQ/TYotGai6EaI/AAAAAAAABwo/DViZZQN8lMM/s1600/6a00d8341c630a53ef0133f5b7d6ad970b-320wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r9w2d83sJeQ/TYotGai6EaI/AAAAAAAABwo/DViZZQN8lMM/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef0133f5b7d6ad970b-320wi.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot kan die? Die bbl melayu dgn I. Aiseyyman, ILY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6577745304930842879?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6577745304930842879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6577745304930842879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6577745304930842879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6577745304930842879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-in-column.html' title='All In A Column |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mLakWVM2utY/TYos-QtGGJI/AAAAAAAABwk/wMKaY9jZ5vA/s72-c/P0327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4307868881599826185</id><published>2011-03-21T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:17:13.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong Feverrr'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back from HongKong on last Monday. Im trully lazy to update ya'll. But I guess I'll miss these moments when I get older. So, let me just &amp;nbsp;have a quick story-tellling on what happen during the four days three nights there. Hope, you'll enjoy it as well. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day One | 100311&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Managed to be at the airport just in time. Its kind of embarrassing to see that I have the largest luggage bag. I just thought it'll be easier for me to just stuff my shopping things inside, and not care to carry anything else, like an extra hand-carry bag for my stuff. So, we took off immediately after dawn, estimated around 8.30am left Singapore. I was extremely nervous. Of course I was, because the night before, Boyfriend informed me about the tsunami in Japan. No wonder I got those strange feelings. Flight went a little rough when taking off. I panicked a little. Alhamdulillah it went fine then. 4 hours in plane. Something was wrong with &amp;nbsp;my passport. So my check-in and out took longer than the rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dropped at Causeway Bay of Hong Kong and had our lunch at this halal "restaurant". More like a hawker center. I cant believe they called the place halal, but I wasnt 50-50 about the food that moment. We just gulp everything down. They served us mutton chicken beef curry. Roasted chicken and duck. Everyone tasted the duck. I didnt because it looks so not appetizing to me. Although it look like chicken, I decided not to. Hahaha. The taste reminds me of sup kambing. haha! Night time we went for sight-seeing a little after training at the aweeesome bowling alley. Dinner at this indian cuisine restaurant. Ordered chapatti and naan bread because it was already late. It cost HKD50 each person. Day one was super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two | 110311&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, &amp;nbsp;took tramp to Causeway Bay, I think. Had a little shopping around there till afternoon. The whole city is like Orchard plus Bugis plus Chinatown. Only that its colder there. Hee. Afterwards, back to hotel for a rest. Can you imagine, we just arrived there, and they scheduled us a friendly match with the Hong Kong National Youth. I was pretty scared. Who knows, they'll trash us to the core? Warm up from 430pm-6pm. And the real deal starts. Because there were only 8 of us, we all played doubles. Im with Eugene. Alfred with Raina. Humaira with Nabilah. Joey with Benjamin. I was little awkward with Eugene. But it isnt going to always be awkward, must build the friendship and teamwork strong. Haha. First game - 101. Second game - 164. Third game - 172. Forth game - 138. Second and third game not bad la eh? Hahaha. I had a great game. I know for yall it might sound lame for me to get this scores. But its an improvement! Who doesnt like that, right?! Was an awesome day. After enough rest, went for a little night walk around North Point.&amp;nbsp;Bila part makan je spoil.&amp;nbsp;I had Maggie Mee for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Geram tau. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three | 120311&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bowlers early morning after Maggie Mee breakfast (grr!). Head to Mongkok. The little pasar malam, remember Amirah? Bought quite some things for family there. And went for a walk at the Kowloon Park. There, I saw my company: The Mira Building. Lol! Nice. The park was just wonderful. Some of the trees looked like cherry blossom trees, only that its red in colour. Though, I was hoping see those cherry blossom trees. Haha! Cool. Took the MTR back to hotel after a great lunch at Nathan Road. Fuuuhh. Nasi Goreng. Humaira, Joey, Nabilah and I were like gulping down our food. Nice. Nasi Goreng Mata Lembu. Feels good. &amp;nbsp;Back to hotel again. Rest.&lt;br /&gt;All four sports cliques, bowlers, squash, netballers, and the sport clubs members meet up late afternoon, to have our big group dinner together. Ate at chinese cuisine nonhalal restaurant. Wow, when we got our ordered food from halal restaurant, we went all grr. Because Beans and Kacang Panjang everywhere. And my chicken stew doesnt taste anything like chicken stew, because I could strongly taste the Cengkih and Kayu Manis. Yuck. Followed the squash team for their friendly match with the hongkong teams. It was a bore. But the fun thing was the light-painting sessions together with the girls. We had a hell lot of fun sey! This was the day when the hong kong squash leader ask us, "You know what is escalator?". Hhahah! Kekek sey tuh. We were asking for directions to go to the nearest H&amp;amp;M store. Its like Metro shop. We ended up taking the Taxi. MTR back to hotel, and my feet is already crying for help. And remembered Alfred had to tahan his bladder. And saw the first cockroach down the street. My mouth la, masin! Grr. Once back to hotel, Maggie again because was hungryyyyy. Makan Makan Makan! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four | 130311&lt;br /&gt;Last day already, and suddenly I dont feel like going home, despite seeing the crisis happened in Japan. Fuuh. Woke up extreme early, packed our stuff, went for a little walk around our hotel with Humaira and Joey. Bought some more stuff because I only left about HKD100. Planned to finish it up. Then, meet the rest of the bowlers at about 1130am? Checked out at 11am. Went for the last shopping with Bowlers. "Its a girl's paradise shopping center.. y'all will regret for spending your money on somewhere else," by Alfred. I was like, thanks a lot yeah? For not bringing us here on the first day. But actually, when I see the shopping center, okay la. Nothing special actually. Everything is very expensive. Getting tired, hungry, mood swings. When we get back to hotel, quick last packing and went to Sports Shopping Center with other teams.&lt;br /&gt;Bowlers were very tired. Walk Walk Walk. Joey Humaira and I spent our leftover money at the MiniSuperMarket Store. Foods to makan, durhh! Then find a seat outside the shpping center, but there wasnt any. So sit at the middle of this pathway of a park-liike place. Hahaha. Dig in chips and drinks. Back to Airport when sun is down. Were already at Hong Kong airport at about 7pm. Humaira and I rushed to the prayer room at the Hong Kong terminal. We were shocked to see the shelves that were supposed to have kain, is filled with tissue rolls. How nice. And the door is a glass door type, so people outside can see us. Awkward sey. After solat all, we run to the flight Gate. We thought we missed our plane. Padahal2. False Alarm. Haha! Everyone was still there, even Popeyes! Hehehe. No worries, its halal. I eat like a pig lorrh. Haha, real chicken. How nice. Thanks Raina! And then, tadaaa, took off. Good bye Hong Kong! Off the plane like a zombie, not enough sleep. lols. Alhamdulillah, everything went well. Miss my parents! My first words to them was, I want Fillet O Fish! Heee. Thanks for fetching me early of the day, 12.55am, parents. Love and Misses! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4307868881599826185?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4307868881599826185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4307868881599826185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4307868881599826185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4307868881599826185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-from-hongkong-on-last-monday.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4118680679501052186</id><published>2011-03-17T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:19:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would u like to kill the person that u hate most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Im not that creative uh. I think I might just throw a bowling ball on his/her head. That'll be cool. When he/she got knocked out, I'll paint his/her face like some master piece. Hmmmm. I dont know. I dont want the person to die. I just want to have fun with it while he/she got knocked out. Wow, that sounds wrong. I'll put it in a cart, push him down the hill, with my roller blades on and have fun and so on.. Hahahah! I love this question! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4118680679501052186?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4118680679501052186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4118680679501052186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4118680679501052186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4118680679501052186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-would-u-like-to-kill-person-that-u.html' title='How would u like to kill the person that u hate most?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-902779083135987857</id><published>2011-03-09T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:32:23.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bismillah'/><title type='text'>Like a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a few more hours left. Im feeling a little scared of going oversea without parents. First time. Though I hope to have fun the days there, I have a bad feeling. What if something bad that I'll have to face later on. Insyallah, He will look after me. Im all dumb and scared of small little things. Im done packing, left the toiletries only. I dont think I'll get a chance to do shopping there. Hmm. From the map, it seems like theres only a few shopping center in HongKong, North Point. Halal foods; Insyallah I'll manage for the last two days. Alhamdulillah, Im not the only Malay student going. I feel like Im forgetting something, or ..&amp;nbsp;Gosh, Im freaking scared right now. Farewell friends, family, Singapore. ^v^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-akzAScG65UM/TXdWsZpHq6I/AAAAAAAABwc/smNKwBDNvzc/s1600/SAM_7391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-akzAScG65UM/TXdWsZpHq6I/AAAAAAAABwc/smNKwBDNvzc/s320/SAM_7391.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-902779083135987857?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/902779083135987857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=902779083135987857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/902779083135987857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/902779083135987857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/like-child.html' title='Like a child'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-akzAScG65UM/TXdWsZpHq6I/AAAAAAAABwc/smNKwBDNvzc/s72-c/SAM_7391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-357339885457326660</id><published>2011-03-08T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:14:15.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's one thing that most people don't know about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Im fat. Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-357339885457326660?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/357339885457326660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=357339885457326660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/357339885457326660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/357339885457326660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-one-thing-that-most-people-don.html' title='What&amp;#39;s one thing that most people don&amp;#39;t know about you?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3726404710674462023</id><published>2011-03-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:21:24.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six days left'/><title type='text'>Humaira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vcT4BZ2h1xg" title="YouTube video player" width="150"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda like this song now. I know its all mushy but thats not why I like it though. Because the melody is just calm and whenever I listen to it, its like the reflect-to-myself time. I came to think about every single thing. What I did wrong or right. Hope it makes you feel the same way too. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just now, went for bowling with dearest Humaira. Had a hell lot of fun. Game is still like normal. Hais. Not yet major stable improvement. After that, ate at foodcourt3. Okay, the real deal why I blog today is because I want to complain! My left arm is still feeling so numbbb!!!! So tak larat! Hahaha! Went to get myself a jab with spbowlers. Then, Humaira and I head to Jurong Point. We didnt know what to do, and so just window shopped. We were like shrieking and complaining to each other whenever we saw nice tops and pants. Lol! Well, orang-orang yang tak ade duit, macam gini la. Hahah. Reached home, lepak!! Lol! Okay dah, bye! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3726404710674462023?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3726404710674462023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3726404710674462023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3726404710674462023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3726404710674462023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/humaira.html' title='Humaira'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vcT4BZ2h1xg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6688606071570451665</id><published>2011-03-03T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:51:34.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so true ):'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;" Sometimes, the person who tries to keep everyone happy is always the lonely person, so never leave them alone, because they will never say they need you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6688606071570451665?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6688606071570451665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6688606071570451665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6688606071570451665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6688606071570451665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-487382132840557472</id><published>2011-03-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:10:12.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more these days past, the quicker I get bored. I want to go out la can? Ive been craving to watch Glee Season 2 but grr, no hope. My classmaates and I thought of having another class outing. But everyone couldnt decide on which day is most appropriate and convenient to everyone. Tsk, malas uh like this. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to go school this friday. (If you even care. Hah!) Going Hongkong soon. Pfft, no big deal, its still in Asia. Oh, you know, some people will be going Europe, some will be going USA, some will be going France so on and so forth. Happy for them, though. I miss school, but truely, I dont miss exams. I heard, exam result will be out on the 22March? I think. This will be a great question to put on Formspring. Haha! Okay, I guess goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-487382132840557472?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/487382132840557472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=487382132840557472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/487382132840557472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/487382132840557472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-these-days-past-quicker-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3901875471581138771</id><published>2011-03-01T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:46:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me your fave lepak spots :B heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Jurong Point Library. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3901875471581138771?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3901875471581138771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3901875471581138771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3901875471581138771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3901875471581138771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/03/tell-me-your-fave-lepak-spots-b-heh.html' title='tell me your fave lepak spots :B heh'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-9097760614546156195</id><published>2011-02-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:45:48.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just great'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astaghfirullah. What is the matter with me nowadays?! I&amp;nbsp;feel so stress. Typically because, my phone sucks. Rosak la! Gaaah. I feel so bad. Because I got so very mad over small little things. Especially when Danial starts his nonsence. Its like Im not myself when I go mad. I dont like it, really. I screamed at him just now because he purposely attended prayers late. Oh gosh, what now? Whenever I see his face, its like time-for-me-to-scream-at-you feeling. Is this even making sense!? Why am I putting up here, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore all those craps. Bottom line is, I got myself a shitty phone. Irritating little brother. Atrocious temper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-9097760614546156195?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9097760614546156195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=9097760614546156195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9097760614546156195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9097760614546156195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/astaghfirullah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2643377768761648174</id><published>2011-02-25T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:17:46.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roll with the punches'/><title type='text'>Back on writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26MeR7UcLkE/TWex6SYDIfI/AAAAAAAABwY/X3jGOy32MIc/s1600/SAM_7346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26MeR7UcLkE/TWex6SYDIfI/AAAAAAAABwY/X3jGOy32MIc/s320/SAM_7346.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey readers! The day Ive been waiting for all this while has come! I had my last paper, also means, last day of 1st year! How cool is that?! For some people, they finish earlier and for some, still a week to go. All I can say. Good luck and do your best!! Also to boyfriend, goodddyy luckkkkk! He'll be taking O's this April, if Im not wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot have happened while Im away from blogging. Went karaoke with Atifah Putri Natra Ezini on valentine's day. Planned out with Aseenah and Nafisah. Eefah was supposed to come along but something cropped up,so she couldnt make it. Sayang sey. Also, to those people who tried to call and message me, recklessly (chey!), I couldn't answer because recently, I lost my phone. Cissh, for the first time. But, now, I got myself a new number already. New phone? Nahh. Haprak nye. Lack. Auto shutdown, if you know what I mean. Rosak-rosak lerh. My sister's previous phone. She got herself a new one already. Geram jeek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides this musibah, Im sure ada hikmahnye sebab handphone hilang. And indeed, if its not my handphone that gone missing, I might miss my Math Examination timing. Because before it went missing it ws scheduled at 3.30pm. Syukur alhamdulillah, it went missing. I checked mysas, and the timing were changed to morning. Nasib baik lorh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, wheere are you people going for holiday this march? I will be going HongKong for 4D3N. Hahaha. On the 10th-14th. Then on 19th June, going on a cruise! Yippiieee! Macam excited gitu. Heehehe. All first time. Insyallah no bad news came up. I guess, this will be all folks. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IMissThisLittleFellow! -&amp;gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15CltcP8mlI/TWet-U95LII/AAAAAAAABwQ/BXzpzYjL3nE/s1600/DSC00575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15CltcP8mlI/TWet-U95LII/AAAAAAAABwQ/BXzpzYjL3nE/s200/DSC00575.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2643377768761648174?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2643377768761648174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2643377768761648174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2643377768761648174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2643377768761648174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-writing.html' title='Back on writing'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-26MeR7UcLkE/TWex6SYDIfI/AAAAAAAABwY/X3jGOy32MIc/s72-c/SAM_7346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-827028217747359066</id><published>2011-02-22T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:27:24.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you prevent yourself from being complacent??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;How do you prevent yourself from being complacent??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/ebdLNc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-827028217747359066?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/827028217747359066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=827028217747359066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/827028217747359066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/827028217747359066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-you-prevent-yourself-from-being.html' title='How do you prevent yourself from being complacent??'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5701129444020044816</id><published>2011-02-22T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:44:33.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could have any car you wanted, what kind of car would you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Oooooooh! Lexus RX350, Audi R8 Spyder, or VolksWagen New Beetle! HEHEHE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5701129444020044816?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5701129444020044816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5701129444020044816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5701129444020044816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5701129444020044816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-could-have-any-car-you-wanted.html' title='If you could have any car you wanted, what kind of car would you get?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-8409051221070045723</id><published>2011-02-20T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:11:04.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite quality about yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmm. Spontaneous! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-8409051221070045723?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8409051221070045723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=8409051221070045723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8409051221070045723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/8409051221070045723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-your-favorite-quality-about.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your favorite quality about yourself?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4332623839363148609</id><published>2011-02-15T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:28:11.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niaceee'/><title type='text'>Freaking cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;これは極度の涼しいです ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;ビング翻訳をチェックし、私はこれのブログにしようとすると思った ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;のみ変換されません、しかし、翻訳を話す ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;何か私のブログでは、異なるさてみましょうか。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;こんにちは、私の名前は Nurul Amirah です ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;JAVA の場合は、ちょうど今テストを記述を修正しました。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私はそれにうんざり。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;退屈です。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;いくつかの好きな日本の引用符： 犬夜叉、座っている ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;すみません。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;これは、男は真剣にクールです ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私は午前 9 時明日レッスンがあります。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;学校の後、我々 の 3 時 30 分の JAVA のテストまで待つ必要があります。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私はかなり緊張。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私は十分を読むと思うが。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;しかし、私は質問に正しく答えることができるんです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;基本的に電子は、私は研究する方法を知らない。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私さて得る高い成績での幸運を祈るか。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;うーん。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;これらの日、私は非常に忙しくしています。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;ボーイフレンドの気にしないだろうことを望みます。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;ご了承ください。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;私は約束を私を以上の学校の後、時間を費やすでしょいます。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;とても残念 ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;愛しています！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;HAHAHAH! Guess what? The translator thing didnt quite work! so, it's okay if ya'll dont understand. Only the Hello, my name is Nurul Amirah is correct. LOL. Okay people, enjoy whatever you are doing. Good luck for me tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4332623839363148609?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4332623839363148609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4332623839363148609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4332623839363148609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4332623839363148609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/freaking-cool.html' title='Freaking cool!'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6846840853355736556</id><published>2011-02-12T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:19:47.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which do you think you'll choose? A deserted world full of knowledge resources, or A world filled with love everywhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Which do you think you'll choose? A deserted world full of knowledge resources, or A world filled with love everywhere?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/ieqOpi"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6846840853355736556?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6846840853355736556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6846840853355736556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6846840853355736556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6846840853355736556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/which-do-you-think-you-choose-deserted.html' title='Which do you think you&amp;#39;ll choose? A deserted world full of knowledge resources, or A world filled with love everywhere?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5715383807435409045</id><published>2011-02-12T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:03:42.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High GPA'/><title type='text'>Forgotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;NE Quiz on this coming &lt;i&gt;tuesday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Java Test on this coming &lt;i&gt;wednesday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;FE Exam is on &lt;i&gt;22Feb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Math is on &lt;i&gt;25Feb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just keeping myself updated. Or, to those whho actually cares out there. Hmm. Which one should I study first eh? Ive studied for NE here and there a little bit. Just need a thorough revision will boost up the memo. I guess I better study more on Java till weekend is over. But on Monday Im going out with some friends. Karaoke-ing, I guess. So, when am I going to revise NE? I'll squeeze it on Sunday then. Hmm. Im super stress with FE. I suck. I got just a pass for it last exam. Hais. It's 5 credits from this module. Lets bring all the positive attitude together now! ... Nah, still no mood to study. Nevermind friends, Have a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Wishing all the best to all first year students on their last examination papers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5715383807435409045?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5715383807435409045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5715383807435409045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5715383807435409045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5715383807435409045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/forgotton.html' title='Forgotton'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-7871959641450992260</id><published>2011-02-12T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:37:03.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hasbi Rabbi'/><title type='text'>"Cukuplah Tuhan Bagiku"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtzbM6IgVp0/TVaM6LVm3MI/AAAAAAAABwM/R4vN3TR7Msk/s1600/SAM_8353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtzbM6IgVp0/TVaM6LVm3MI/AAAAAAAABwM/R4vN3TR7Msk/s200/SAM_8353.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all negative again. I dont know how people get rid of the sorrows inside. It feels like I'm the only one handling this situation, hard enough. To them it looks like nothing happen. How did ya'll do it? Get rid of this missing feeling? Hmm..&amp;nbsp;I am not myself lately. No one that I care about asked how am I doing.. Or asked what happened, in a moment like this. Shits. I dont know how to say this. Oh no.. I dont wish to say it here. Looks like, the only way is just look in the mirror and ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Oh Allah, how do I get rid of this feeling? I want to talk about it to someone who actually cares. Or can do something about it. Because Ive tried so hard. It seems like it's getting worse than I thought. Like what boyfriend has said, it already looks like Im being pushy. Im not! I just want to put some effort to these unforgetable friendships, but they are not working with me right now. Oh Allah, what should I do. Whatever it is, I believe He will help. And how glad am I, to have and believe this religion. Allah will always be there. Patience. It'll be alright. I know, He is listening. He knows how I feel. How glad I am. Patience. Oh Allah, berikanlah ketenangan kpdku. Dan juga kebahagian kpd orang-orang yang ku cintai. Amin ya rabal'alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-7871959641450992260?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7871959641450992260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=7871959641450992260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7871959641450992260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/7871959641450992260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/cukuplah-tuhan-bagiku.html' title='&quot;Cukuplah Tuhan Bagiku&quot;'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RtzbM6IgVp0/TVaM6LVm3MI/AAAAAAAABwM/R4vN3TR7Msk/s72-c/SAM_8353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-9176104963904487207</id><published>2011-02-09T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:51:10.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you think of your boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Perfectly kind! &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-9176104963904487207?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9176104963904487207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=9176104963904487207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9176104963904487207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/9176104963904487207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-you-think-of-your-boyfriend.html' title='what do you think of your boyfriend?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3645801500251493579</id><published>2011-02-08T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:25:36.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant help it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but cryy'/><title type='text'>Harmonica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the wonderful melody that I played since secondary one, all the way to secondary four. Be it, a piano or harmonica piece. It is still vivid in mind, first and last piano piece with Mr. Lennie Chua was I'll Be Right Here Waiting. First harmonica piece was Dangshinuen Nanuen. And back then, I was still struggling with blowing hole by hole.&amp;nbsp;The last harmonica piece Ive played was during the Pioneer Anniversary, If We Hold On Together. I feel so emo-ish now. Thinking about how annoying our cca members are. How pleasant feeling when we manage the whole melody together as an assemble.&amp;nbsp;I want my harmonica back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dangshinuen Nanuen &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Leron Leron Sinta &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Twinkle Twinkle Little Star &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yesterday &amp;amp; Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When You Believe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dahil Sa Iyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Humoresque &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;L'arlesseinne Suite No.2, Farandole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Island Home &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Can Can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do-Re-Mi &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La Cumparsita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bengawan Solo &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If We Hold On Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come Sweet May &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Colonel Bogey March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gavotte &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In A Persian Market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Long Long Ago &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hava Nagila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3645801500251493579?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3645801500251493579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3645801500251493579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3645801500251493579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3645801500251493579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/harmonica.html' title='Harmonica'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3540884542120298716</id><published>2011-02-04T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:48:06.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aku sakit )='/><title type='text'>Ice Skating |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I want to do, besides bowling. So beautiful the way she carry out the emotions. I wannttt!! )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUrbHAId0lI/AAAAAAAABwI/jR0dY_Mv6G4/s1600/SAM_8725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUrbHAId0lI/AAAAAAAABwI/jR0dY_Mv6G4/s200/SAM_8725.JPG" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_-xwx-Z3ijc" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3540884542120298716?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3540884542120298716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3540884542120298716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3540884542120298716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3540884542120298716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUrbHAId0lI/AAAAAAAABwI/jR0dY_Mv6G4/s72-c/SAM_8725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-363621814331677177</id><published>2011-02-02T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:24:28.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alamakk. sad stress sad'/><title type='text'>Reports |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUjqMuugcII/AAAAAAAABwE/SI7ktUQ2jWQ/s1600/SAM_8721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUjqMuugcII/AAAAAAAABwE/SI7ktUQ2jWQ/s320/SAM_8721.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four down. Three more projects need to be completed as soon as possible It'll all due next week. Hello there, it has been awhile keeping this page updated. So, yeah, Two reports, three 'Interviews', and a presentation left. I thought of doing the reports by today. But aiyo, the instruction papers is with my team mates. I really want these to get done and over with quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr! I am stuck with FE project, because Sheema and I still couldnt get the lab practical right yet. We try, try, try, but it just doesnt work! Frustrations. And its like as if there's no more hope for both of us. We have only 1 last lab lesson to do 2 more practical questions, the multisim, and the interview. All in 1hr30mins. Sempat keee??!! Stress, FE. Pray for the best for next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wednesday, need to wear formal again! For presentationn, again! Grrr. Exams is about 3 weeks ahead. O.O 3 weeks!?? Gossh! I havent prepare!! Panic Panic! Got to go, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-363621814331677177?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/363621814331677177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=363621814331677177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/363621814331677177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/363621814331677177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/02/reports.html' title='Reports |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TUjqMuugcII/AAAAAAAABwE/SI7ktUQ2jWQ/s72-c/SAM_8721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-996507989053068799</id><published>2011-01-28T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:22:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your heart is bleeding and your eyes are sick of crying, what would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Usually, when we cry it all out, heart will slowly heal. So, just cry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-996507989053068799?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/996507989053068799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=996507989053068799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/996507989053068799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/996507989053068799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-your-heart-is-bleeding-and-your-eyes.html' title='If your heart is bleeding and your eyes are sick of crying, what would you do?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6903141964041208061</id><published>2011-01-23T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:35:43.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insyallah'/><title type='text'>Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weekends over soon. So fast! Hmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, I read some of my formsprings question. About beach and mountains? It made me have this dream to &lt;i&gt;mountains out&lt;/i&gt;. Can you imagine how it'll feel like? It must have been so amazing. After all the hardwork climbing to the top, you'll get nothing much. But I am sure there is. Its the feeling of achievement and satisfactions. Can you imagine how beautiful the world will look like up there?? Especially during sunrise or sunset. Oh, Subhanallah. The exhaustions of tracking up the mountains will just disappear, i bet. Someday, I must go there! This will be one of the places that I would love to go. Insyallah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTxGOMaUmYI/AAAAAAAABv4/qalD6L9xXUo/s1600/DOT_Mountains_63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTxGOMaUmYI/AAAAAAAABv4/qalD6L9xXUo/s320/DOT_Mountains_63.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTxGPjAefjI/AAAAAAAABv8/CVZU0Vl8cKk/s1600/thumb3_mountain_bliss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTxGPjAefjI/AAAAAAAABv8/CVZU0Vl8cKk/s320/thumb3_mountain_bliss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I dont know why am I always mad at you. I dont like to say this. but as a sister, i have to say. your behaviour is just unacceptable. I know, who am i to say this. I am just a little sister of yours and you are always right, right? i dont like you going out everyday and left the chores to me. I dont like the fact that mum has been nagging at me, instead of you, cause of your matter that you did in the house. i have to clear it all for you because I am called your little sister! And because, I am at home and you'r not. and when i get &amp;nbsp;angry, you'll get angrier. i know you are thinking that i am selfish when you wanted to use the camera and some of my clothes. thing is, i am not. I get grumpy when you did that, and its not because Its my stuff, I cant share, its because you dont know how to keep my stuff back in place. people have to look everywhere in thhe house to find it. Yes people. Mum will always be by side. She said im selfish! Im not! Just that i dont like the attitude of yours! i tried to be patience at times. I thought i was getting numb but actually i dont. i cant take it. I cant say all this right in your face, because you're just sensitive enough and I can imagine what happen next. I'll be blame and scolded by mum again, for being rude. In my defense, this isnt rude. This is fact-talking. Who else would say these things to you, if its not me, mum or dad!? No one! Now, i dont even have the guts to say it ti you. Nak jaga hati kau punye pasal. Ya Allah, lembutkanlah hati kakakku. Bukekanlah pintu hatinya. Engkau berikanlah ketabahan kepadaku. Amin yarabbal'alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6903141964041208061?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6903141964041208061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6903141964041208061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6903141964041208061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6903141964041208061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/mountains.html' title='Mountains'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTxGOMaUmYI/AAAAAAAABv4/qalD6L9xXUo/s72-c/DOT_Mountains_63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4648741500888546165</id><published>2011-01-23T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:46:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello awesome you!. &lt;:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hahah! Yay! Im awesome! Hello awesome you toO! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4648741500888546165?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4648741500888546165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4648741500888546165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4648741500888546165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4648741500888546165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-awesome-you.html' title='Hello awesome you!. &amp;lt;:'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-108624737838968215</id><published>2011-01-19T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:03:02.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nak go karaoke with ya&apos;ll'/><title type='text'>favourite number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTW5bJav1qI/AAAAAAAABv0/HszUpoayCzw/s1600/DSC01897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTW5bJav1qI/AAAAAAAABv0/HszUpoayCzw/s320/DSC01897.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 17. I kept laughing and laughing in school. Had FE project lab with sheema. It was stressful actually because so many wires need to be plucked in the circuit board. But somehow, the stress feeling fade away as we do anyhow and had some secret help from other group. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, lunch time. Monday is Mcdonald day.Wei Sheng really made me laugh when he gagap his first few words and ended up to give up with his sentence. Mostly I laugh because of him. Hahaha! And Andes's gross table manners was unexpectably hilarious and tremendous! Burbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had Gummy Bears during JAVA class. And my class just kept laughing at me throughout the period, because of idk why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Tcher: &lt;i&gt;How many variables should we put in here?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Class:&lt;i&gt; threeee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;*raise both hands* YAY!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just because of that. I still dont know why. I just get really excited to get it right what. Then they say because I heard the question wrongly. They say I might heard: Class over. You know that kind of thing. I was like =.= But Im glad to wake everyone else, though. Hehhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I got really excited. Meetup with Raihan, 'Atifah, Putri!! How I miss 'Atifah and Putri. We met in HARRIS, then off to banquet untuk teman Raihan makan. Ezini tag along, Putri went home. Had Mcdonald Icecream, Ezini's treat! Lol! Like old days betul! ^^ Then after awhile, Ezini and 'Atifah went home. Me and Raihan stayed in the library to do his blog formations and &lt;s&gt;cleaning up my thumbdrive.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;When Roy came along from work. We depart at around 8pm. After hantar Raihan ke interchange, I accompany my darling ni makan at Banquet. I was really happy to meet him yesterday, as it feels so long we have not spend time well with each other. You know because of me schooling, and he working =/ So, yeah, I reached home about 9pm. What a lovely favourite-number da! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - - - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTW4rTjhzuI/AAAAAAAABvs/nt_7PGdpar0/s1600/DSC01937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTW4rTjhzuI/AAAAAAAABvs/nt_7PGdpar0/s200/DSC01937.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was yesterday. And today, had another great laughs with classmates. Projects is slowly reducing and progressing. Hmm. (I wonder until when will it ends.) Pfft. Okay, end class at about 4:15pm. Rushed home, to get quick rest. Went out after Maghrib and meet up with Boyfriend again! ^^ And then guess what!? I saw Shima and Normala! I was so happy. Normala had been the great F&amp;amp;N partner and Shima was just my Bully during Math lesson. Rindu tau. After letting go abit of missing-ness, turned away, then tears came along. Aww. Accompany Boyfriend have his breakfast+lunch+dinner, then chao. So, these days have been really good. And it feels good to know that some things still have npt change. I'll keep missing you people! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-108624737838968215?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/108624737838968215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=108624737838968215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/108624737838968215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/108624737838968215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/favourite-number.html' title='favourite number'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TTW5bJav1qI/AAAAAAAABv0/HszUpoayCzw/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-184562875177344555</id><published>2011-01-16T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:58:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather vacation at the beach or in the mountains?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;im not sure. Ive always like the beach. Its where I bring my thoughts together, felt peace. However, I think I would like the mountains if Igot the chance to experience it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-184562875177344555?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/184562875177344555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=184562875177344555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/184562875177344555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/184562875177344555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-rather-vacation-at-beach-or.html' title='Would you rather vacation at the beach or in the mountains?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-2858023140893532797</id><published>2011-01-15T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:57:55.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subhanallah'/><title type='text'>Secondary Hits!</title><content type='html'>I was checking out my archive again as I was mundane for the moment. I love the post on Friday, May 15 2009 most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc33; font-family: 'century gothic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc33; font-family: 'century gothic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;embed height="300" src="http://w464.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw464.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Frr7%2Fmiraaboo%2FFRIENDS%2F88b78009.pbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday May 15 2009;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Today was definitely lame! And i got cracked up by today's .. day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Second period was P.E. Mr Kang was blabbering and bluttering about our Napha results. Most people failed their 2.4runs. Then suddenly he started to nag, pointing2 at the road outside the school fence so i ask, because i wasnt listening much actually. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;me: Cher, wad are u talking abt??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;[the class went silent]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr kang: NIE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The whole class was laughing their lungs out. This shows that the whole class doesnt have a clue what he was nagging about and wasnt listening! hahahhaah! why is he suddenly talking about NIE. he was "scolding" us about the run atfirst.. in my mind, how did he end up telling us about NIE!?!? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The third period, went back up to class for SS lesson.&amp;nbsp;[eefah got it all wrong! sujatha wasnt talking about the weather, talking about sports day yg da lepas tuh la syg!Obviously, not listening! hahah! daydream lagi lah! lol.] Fyi, Mr Pang was a p.e and comb.humanities teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sujatha: Cher, during the sports day, you wear sunglasses very hot lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr Pang: Yah, during sports day, the weather was hot what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;[he heard sujatha wrongly-.-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sujatha: no, i say you very hot when wearing sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr Pang: Ouh,... but i said that the weather was hot. [smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Eefah: ELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!blushing alrdy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[padahal die da phaiseh and blushing!]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The whole class joined in and we were laughing like nobody business. The china girl beside me was like eyeing me alrdy [annoyed]. But i dont give a damn. HAHAHAHA!! Bcos its real funny! Mr Pang da phaiseh, step betol2 kt projector. Padahal, his not going to use it! Me and eefah was like laughing towards his reactions. When he turn his back at us, we could see him laughing and smiling and giggling at himself!! hahahaha!kekek sak. when he turn to us again, he shook his head and smile again. pantat kembang doook! hahahahahah! Sial jek Amirahh. Suke ketawekan cikgu!&amp;nbsp;I never thought he was fun-going! His face features made him look so fierce and scary sometimes but he's totally humble! To me, his hot. But eefah said "eee.eee.eeee." hahaah! Sepak muke kau! hahahahaah! I love SS all of the sudden. Lol. Idk what's with all the p.e teachers. LOLOLOLOLOLOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Oh, i miss the clumsiness of Eefah darling &amp;lt;3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Recess time:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;We; me, eefah,aeen, were busy talking and changing our p.e tees to our uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Yup, changing outside cubicals] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Suddenly, someone off the lights from outside the toilet. We were like [insert vulgarities]. Aeenn went out to on the light back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aeenn: ouh. shirah nye keje laah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eefah: laarhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mira: huh?! sape?? Shirah? Shirah mane?? Ouh,.. Shirajudeen, Najma??!&amp;nbsp;[our classmate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;We laugh laugh laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aeenn: sekali die kat dlm ehh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;[pointing at the "cubical", someone's inside]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fyi, Najma was from india, came to m'sia and now settled down in spore. Shirajudeen was her dad's name.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I got scared, what if aeenn is right. i hide in another "cubical", beside the one she pointed. Then, a few seconds,i heard the pointed "cubical" opened. hahahahahaah! when i open my door, i saw eefah and aeenn rolling on the toilets floor, laughing and pointing2. I peep outside, it was reaally Najma!! lol! damn!! I felt so guilty after that because i'd make fun of Najma's name. Sorry Najma. Lesson learnt. LOL. Now, im tired! Hope you guys laugh along too. lol! &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I can still see their laughters till now. I miss ya'll! Hahaha! There's more. 2009 is the best! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-2858023140893532797?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2858023140893532797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=2858023140893532797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2858023140893532797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/2858023140893532797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/secondary-hits.html' title='Secondary Hits!'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4587086553480685647</id><published>2011-01-13T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:15:14.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;ll come back someday'/><title type='text'>Dont keep your distance</title><content type='html'>I miss talking. Like big talking! Like major talks with people. I kept thinking of 'Atifah these days. Of course, everyone. But.. nah, she must be fine. Okayy, enjoy this song. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UmPz0IU-AI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UmPz0IU-AI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="40"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those schoolgirl days&lt;br /&gt;Of telling tales, and biting nails, are gone&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I know they will still live on and on&lt;br /&gt;But how do you thank someone&lt;br /&gt;Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy, but I'll try&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I would write across the sky in letters,&lt;br /&gt;That would soar a thousand feet high:&lt;br /&gt;"To Sir, With Love"&lt;br /&gt;The time has come&lt;br /&gt;For closing books; and long last looks must end&lt;br /&gt;And as I leave,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am leaving my best friend&lt;br /&gt;A friend who taught me right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And weak from strong -- that's a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;What -- what can I give you in return?&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to make a start . . . but I&lt;br /&gt;Would rather you let me give my heart&lt;br /&gt;To Sir, With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Why is it so hard to make the first move? Why cant I text her or call her even? Why is it freaking hard?! I want to shout out, let everyone knows I miss them and I do care. Yes, they miss me too. Verbally, but not physically processing. One day I came to ask how does it feel to lose someone precious, like your bestfriend. Its not that I dont know how it feels. I felt it. I just want to deny that feeling of mine. Friendships couldnt just fade away like that after going through so much together. I lied to myself. It is fading slowly. I understand their busy and so on but..&amp;nbsp;One day, I asked for a bestfriend, to love me no matter what happen. Allah gave me Aimullah. He's kind, funny, and was my bestfriend and now still... Im lucky to have him around. Because everywhere I go, I just cant think of anyone else but him. Its only him ive gone out with. ONLY him. When Im with him, I thought i'll be happy enough to have him by my side. I mean, of course I am. Glad, even. Just that, I miss girlfriends moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4587086553480685647?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4587086553480685647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4587086553480685647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4587086553480685647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4587086553480685647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-keep-your-distance.html' title='Dont keep your distance'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-4345103213360138737</id><published>2011-01-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:56:27.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muhammad Aimullah Bin Abdul Muidz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TS2qkYwc6dI/AAAAAAAABvo/E_C3Q-qsJiE/s1600/SAM_7300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TS2qkYwc6dI/AAAAAAAABvo/E_C3Q-qsJiE/s320/SAM_7300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga Panjang Umur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; murah rezeki selalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you succes in both studies and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Make mum and dad proud tau!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad not spending time on your 19th birthday together with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I couldnt get you anything too. Argggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Im sorryx103028934304709 )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I promise we'll have fun on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll get my pockets full soon and get rid of the cold-sickness thing, okay? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-4345103213360138737?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4345103213360138737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=4345103213360138737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4345103213360138737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/4345103213360138737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TS2qkYwc6dI/AAAAAAAABvo/E_C3Q-qsJiE/s72-c/SAM_7300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5351988842764510373</id><published>2011-01-12T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:47:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY YOU SO PRETTY???????!!! WHY?! WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HAHAHA! Am I? Well, thank you. All thanks to Allah (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5351988842764510373?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5351988842764510373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5351988842764510373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5351988842764510373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5351988842764510373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-you-so-pretty-why-why-sigh.html' title='WHY YOU SO PRETTY???????!!! WHY?! WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh.......'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3996274466429423194</id><published>2011-01-10T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:54:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your favorite birthday gift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;My bantal busuk! (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/miraaboo?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3996274466429423194?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3996274466429423194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3996274466429423194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3996274466429423194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3996274466429423194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-your-favorite-birthday-gift.html' title='What was your favorite birthday gift?'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5720549794215325123</id><published>2011-01-10T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:22:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity No More.</title><content type='html'>There goes the second opportunity. I really wanted to go, but I guess its not meant for me. Hmm, and yeah, it feels sucks. Huhu. ): Also, thinking / even listening to this song, really makes me feel more upset about it. The song is actually about love (like whatelse right?). Its okay, I did this for them. I guess they are in short of money, so .. yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuFHyV13BE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VcuFHyV13BE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takutlah Mati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1803473249340&amp;amp;oid=125074957541518&amp;amp;comments"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1803473249340&amp;amp;oid=125074957541518&amp;amp;comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5720549794215325123?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5720549794215325123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5720549794215325123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5720549794215325123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5720549794215325123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/opportunity-no-more.html' title='Opportunity No More.'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5178921864001823466</id><published>2011-01-09T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:50:40.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we were cool'/><title type='text'>Antique Old Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is weird. I tried to vlog. Its fun but i dont seem to like the way I talk, because I stutter alot. Hahaa. Creepy me. Maybe, i'll do vlog in another account. Haha. Well, I thought of doing it now, today's post as I was lazy to blog about something.&amp;nbsp;And then, here I am, indeed, blogging. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thing is, Ive been looking at the old photos and the photo that touched my heart most was this!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSiO8ZTSCDI/AAAAAAAABvk/p4iJzQMBx7Q/s1600/18458_320388178377_824048377_4875226_7940568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSiO8ZTSCDI/AAAAAAAABvk/p4iJzQMBx7Q/s400/18458_320388178377_824048377_4875226_7940568_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you notice, its 40 students there, 6 girls and 34 of them are boys. Hahaha. I remember those childrens' day, where the guys gotten themselves chocolates (i think), but we girls, got ourselves the female-saviour-tissue (if you know what I mean)! Yup, the guys were laughing at us with their minds out, and so were some of the girls, some even shook their head. And I was like trying to be cool to know what it is because I dont! I went blurr, and I almost open up the wrappings and everything! I dont know what it is until after the drama moment. I came to ask my girlfriends. I was laughing hard then as soon as I knew! Hahaha, I was so lost. i cant believe I do not what it is in the age of 12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were times in class, the guys like to mix and match the girls. And I remember I had this unmature crush on this guy. Whaever he does, just makes me giggle, giggle, giggle. To think back, I was kinda "into" him. Hahhaah. It was very funny. And I remembered, I was too conscious of what he was doing, that I tripped a little over my school bag that was on the floor. I think he saw that. He sat infront of me, so, Im guessing hard that he did. That day, I wished I were better dead. Hahha. I also remembered, I was being naughty in class. I call this, Naughty-Notice Technique! Hahaha. Like, when you get scolded, or be laughed, you'll get attention. &amp;nbsp;Cool technique, old me! Haha, but seriously, its not cool to do that if I were at this age. Hahaha! No way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What else? Oh! You know Cat &amp;amp; Mouse Catching game dont ya? Of course, its the most popular game till now. Hahah, boys VS girls. It was fun. We run around the school, and there was this part that my girl friend was trying her best to catch this fellow.. and this fellow, luckily didnt get caught until his uniform shirt got torn by thorns of some plants Hahah! Sobs. Im guessing he has gotten himself scoldings from his mum. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, we were pretty much childish as ever, even though we call ourselves big brothers and sisters in the school. Maklomlah, da primary6. Hahaha! Hmm. I love those days. I miss you boys' crap. And my girlfriends accompanion days. Too bad we missed the Raya'10 reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5178921864001823466?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5178921864001823466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5178921864001823466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5178921864001823466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5178921864001823466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-old-days.html' title='Antique Old Days.'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSiO8ZTSCDI/AAAAAAAABvk/p4iJzQMBx7Q/s72-c/18458_320388178377_824048377_4875226_7940568_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6501509269237085870</id><published>2011-01-06T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:34:31.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need another sweater'/><title type='text'>Slack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSUam0eKxUI/AAAAAAAABvg/63kk9_-PHfY/s1600/SAM_7210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSUam0eKxUI/AAAAAAAABvg/63kk9_-PHfY/s200/SAM_7210.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think Im considering of going for the Hongkong Trip during March holidays. Bowling thing, &amp;nbsp;a sports exchange programme infact. They say it will be around $700, flight, hotel, 2D2N foods, bowling games payment is included. Haha. Trip is from 10-13 March. I really want to go, but hopefully my PSEA account can help up. I am lucky to have this opportunity again. Remember my secondary school's CCA? I got &amp;nbsp;a chance to go Hongkong, but unfortunately didnt get to go due to the school budget. stupid. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asyik fikir holiday jek aku. Hmm, results for SEM2 MST is out. I didnt get to improve. Slack a little bit. JAVA and Math, A. NWKSS 76, so i guess its B+. Hmm. Bad news is, my FE. Hais, just pass lei. Sad sia. But nevermind, everything that has happened serve me right. True? I wasnt that prepare for the subject. Was complacent that period. So, how's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Nadzirah&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;th &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSUaeeR3bBI/AAAAAAAABvc/HCYrWPus1GU/s1600/SAM_7194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSUaeeR3bBI/AAAAAAAABvc/HCYrWPus1GU/s320/SAM_7194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Present kau belum kite wrap lagi! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6501509269237085870?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6501509269237085870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6501509269237085870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6501509269237085870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6501509269237085870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/slack.html' title='Slack.'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSUam0eKxUI/AAAAAAAABvg/63kk9_-PHfY/s72-c/SAM_7210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3304203445823505491</id><published>2011-01-03T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:33:26.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want ljs chocolate cream pie'/><title type='text'>makan@sp</title><content type='html'>Back in school. Dragged myself to be early. Mission Accomplised. Still praying hard to have As' for previous exams. So far, I know Java I got A. So, alhamdulillah. Hehe. Yesterday, got the chance to spend time at orchard again with boyfriend. Double yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Java class now. And everyone is talking about BurgerKing that is opening sooon. Yesssahh! Powerrr! Next delifrance, LJS, Popeye, Wendy's, Breadtalk, Sweettalk Seoul Garden etc ... wah power, SP become food center. Maybe can add some epic, nubox, Apple retailer shops. Then soon got Giant, Courts, Ikea, Best Denki, Sheng Siong, EC house etc.. Best Poly in SG, become the best shopping centre ever. HAHAHAHA. Kekek sia. Gemuk juge aku ni. Makann aje. Hahaha. Enjoyy! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSF59Tf7hRI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Q304MKY_NhQ/s1600/makan%2540sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSF59Tf7hRI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Q304MKY_NhQ/s640/makan%2540sp.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3304203445823505491?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3304203445823505491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3304203445823505491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3304203445823505491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3304203445823505491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/makansp.html' title='makan@sp'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TSF59Tf7hRI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Q304MKY_NhQ/s72-c/makan%2540sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-664445081292091417</id><published>2011-01-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:38:53.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Im sick. Ohh. Ive been getting stomach aches alot these 3 days. And please mummy, I dont feel like going school on Monday. Oh mann!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time, in many music videos of Katy Perry's. I like this the most. Hahah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cukup kain and effects baik. Much much beautiful now. *Thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite that, I am a little addicted to the song, Dog Days Are Over. To me, it just reminds me like its the end of the world. Gosh, and the music video is sure creepy. Hahhaha! And bf went KL today. So, I have to deal with loneliness again. Spent the day at JP with family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-664445081292091417?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/664445081292091417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=664445081292091417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/664445081292091417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/664445081292091417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-5408081830685911586</id><published>2010-12-29T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:08:40.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i didnt feel the special anymore'/><title type='text'>Just average  |</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TRsi_9lYRKI/AAAAAAAABvM/h4pvMDL9oVw/s1600/SAM_8269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TRsi_9lYRKI/AAAAAAAABvM/h4pvMDL9oVw/s320/SAM_8269.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been awhile not blogging. I miss letting my feelings out. Its too &lt;i&gt;private&lt;/i&gt; here. hmm. Basically, just went Langkawi. Mum and Dad were planning for cruise holiday on the coming march holiday. Back few weeks when I heard about it, I was extremely excited.. but now, the feelings kinda gone. I dont feel like going. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im enjoying nature. Have you ever found yourself a great spot that makes you feel like you are watched or listened by the world even though you are just standing still and doing nothing? Or listening and watching the world that would make you cry at that spot? I have. 2 places, infact. Im not sure how to explain further.. but the further I went thinking about peace or whatelse, the closer I feel Allah. And sometimes it just makes me cry. Why? Manusia tidak pernah lepas daripada dosa. Astaghfirullah. Someone told me, "The stronger your iman, the harder you fall." I understood that, however, its so hard to keep back up. I know im not perfect, and I dont think Im that strong to keep up my ukhrawi even. Insyallah I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with Asen Masen! Bila mahu keluar huh?! And before, I promised myself to have fun shopping during the end of year sales. Unfortunately, no money. Too baadd. Geramm. Planned to go iceskating with family pon tak jadi. Tsk. Well, daddy remembered, but I guess he's in a pokai season. Cant blame him. We spent too much during december holiday at Langkawi. Haha! Kesian dad. Even my allowance for this month was cut half. Hahaha. Takpe la, sekali sekale kurangkan allowance to help mum and dad. Lols. Okay peeps, update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-5408081830685911586?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5408081830685911586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=5408081830685911586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5408081830685911586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/5408081830685911586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-average.html' title='Just average  |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TRsi_9lYRKI/AAAAAAAABvM/h4pvMDL9oVw/s72-c/SAM_8269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-424056479721887764</id><published>2010-12-16T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:45:15.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brb. langkawi'/><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>In the previous post, Ive mentioned that I will not go shopping. The next morning, dad gave each of his children 100bucks to shop and have fun and whatever. I know to some of you 100bucks is not a big deal at all. But it is to me in so much ways, alhamdulillah. Heee. That day, we all went to Marina Square. Main reason we were out was to get mum a pair of shoe. During the "intermission", sisters went to John Little. We had this feeling that we will find something there. And we did. Some long sleeve tops and cool jackets/cardigans. Then we all head to burgerking. hehehe. After mum got herself a serious heels at Naturalizer shop. Gosh, they are comfy and veryyy expensive. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8pm, we went to bugis. Mum wants a white heels then. We shop while we can, rushing through time. Bugis streets first, then bugis junction. Haahha. Well, basically thats all. I got myself some tops and shoee! hehe. Nice. 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So not glam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay this is random. Today, I feel so much thankful that Singapore doesnt snow. Countries that have winter season, are seriously facing disasters now. Alhamdulillah, can say that we are at the safe side of earth. Good night readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-424056479721887764?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/424056479721887764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=424056479721887764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/424056479721887764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/424056479721887764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TQoV37HOVBI/AAAAAAAABuQ/_acSCeti1hU/s72-c/SAM_7950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-3123823119717200085</id><published>2010-12-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:48:25.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it is still love'/><title type='text'>MST done |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, MST done. But I think I screwed up 2 out of 4 papers. Hopefully I wouldnt get anything that is worst than what I expected. Well, pray harder now. Hmm. Now that MST for sem2 is done, 3weeks vacation here I go. I am going to do so many outdoor events, probably spending alone most of the time. I seriously need a break. MST revision were such a rush. But, these rushes kinda make me eat well. I think I am finally feeling hungry at the right time. Not like previously, every 2-3 hours, I'll go hungry. Hmm, keep it up mir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, speaking of vacation and spending on outdoor events. I will be having family BBQ at two different places tomorrow. One with my dad's side at EastCoastPark, the other is with my mum's side at Changi. I am unsure why but I just want to spend time alone these few days. Just without anyone around, without anything to think of, without phones, etc. But of course with my shirts on! Please, now dont misunderstand me yeah? I used to push people away from me, Im not sure whether I am still doing it or not. To phrase it up, it sounds... pushy. Haha, like rude, somehow. Truthfully, I didnt happen to realise it. Until one day, when I got to mingle with everyone, I just want more space for me to do something or everything freely, openly. I would call that running away from people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humans are typical and feelings are so complicated. Okay! I miss being alone. There, I said it, directly. Sometimes, I just want to dump my phone in a toilet bowl. Or force dad to buy a device that only have games apps in it. Nothing else. And when suddenly you are lonely, u do not know what to do. Because you are too used to have been doing this and that... blah blah. Headaches due to reading my post today right? Especially this part? Its okay. Im just shooting what's currently is in my mind now. Though, I miss you. Im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- -&amp;nbsp;- - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grr, hopefully tomorrow will be fun. Sis, please dont make me play in any games if possible, please. Moodless. Besides that, appreciate your effort on everything that you have organise on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TQJYfHaz-eI/AAAAAAAABuM/cCAZ94Z4GSA/s1600/SAM_7158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TQJYfHaz-eI/AAAAAAAABuM/cCAZ94Z4GSA/s200/SAM_7158.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What am I planning for 3weeks holiday? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IceSkating?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MovieeeMarathon?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(I couldnt go shopping this time. well, again -.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was what I could only think of, pretty much, i guess. So anyone interested. And ohh! I thought of asking my gfs out, atleast a day. But, Im afraid the hopes got me disappointed again. I am never a good organizer, probably. Hmm. Okay readers, its late, and I need to pack some things to prepare for tomorrow familiesss event. Pfft, good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-3123823119717200085?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3123823119717200085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=3123823119717200085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3123823119717200085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/3123823119717200085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/mst-done.html' title='MST done |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TQJYfHaz-eI/AAAAAAAABuM/cCAZ94Z4GSA/s72-c/SAM_7158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6258492209350565440</id><published>2010-11-25T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:38:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shhhh |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TO5Yd9u8EMI/AAAAAAAABuI/eMDk-aTcr94/s1600/DSC01826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TO5Yd9u8EMI/AAAAAAAABuI/eMDk-aTcr94/s320/DSC01826.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love shoes. Actually not shoes, really. I prefer flip flops or slippers. Next, heels! I have no idea why everytime whenever I walk pass a shop, and saw pretty, yet simple heels, through the glass panel of the shop, I'll be.. woooaah. I wish to have it. Im a person like shoes to die for. Heels, I meant. Heh. Ive watched Sex and the City 2. Hehe, shh. I know Im a little bit underage but, can't help it. I just love to see the clothes and shoes. Sooo fashionista &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Im shy to say this out loud. I want to be a fashion designer! Although I know my drawing sucks, and might have a little bad taste of fashion, looking at diffferent style of heels, just makes me love fashion so much. Im shy to wear heels for like everyday wear but I guess Im afraid that I'll disgrace the meaning of Fashion!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Studying Etiquette &amp;amp; Professional Image for gems, makes me realise that I am a classic dresser. Well, there's three more types: Natural, Dramatic and Romantic. I belong in the classic type. Simply means, I like to dress simple, clean but elegant. Wears minimal make up and accessories, favours neutral colours. And most importantly, fashionable but never faddish! I didnt actually realise that, but to think about it, its true. Haha! Cool uh my gem. Finally, the portfolio for this gem is done and has already being handed in. Feels sooo good!! Next, MST for this sem is coming! grrr. Not again. Spoil my mood ajee! Boohoo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6258492209350565440?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6258492209350565440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6258492209350565440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6258492209350565440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6258492209350565440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2010/11/shhhh.html' title='shhhh |'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4uMscYCsTw/TO5Yd9u8EMI/AAAAAAAABuI/eMDk-aTcr94/s72-c/DSC01826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720798423831676957.post-6845456281205182981</id><published>2010-11-24T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:55:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Kind Of Perfect"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"My Kind Of Perfect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I drew a little picture&lt;br /&gt;But some things you cant put on paper&lt;br /&gt;Like it like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I write songs on guitar&lt;br /&gt;Got more things to do than stare at a mirror&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, she's gotta be out there, out there&lt;br /&gt;I know I know she's gotta be...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Maybe I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just let you walk by&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one? Is it today?&lt;br /&gt;Will I turn the corner&lt;br /&gt;See my future in a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She's anything but typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; A sweet surprise&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, she's looking at the bright side&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's gonna be worth it&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's what love is&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep searching for my kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, she's gotta be out there, out there&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, she's gotta be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They say give it time&lt;br /&gt;Give it time, and it will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;But I keep wondering how and when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And why I haven't met you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But maybe I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Maybe I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;Is she the one? Is it today?&lt;br /&gt;Will I turn the corner&lt;br /&gt;See my future in a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep searching for my kind of perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I dont know why, but everytime I listen to this song and sing the lyrics out, kept me thinking. Am I following the fate that suppose to be, or have I been against it all this while. I dont wish to rebel fate. Ya Allah, if I am, Im sorry. But also, if its our fate, is it even possible that we can change it? To think about it deeply, it makes it more confusing. Hmmm, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My eyes and my body has been very tired each day. I got to regain more energy. Must sleep well, eat well too. A big impact whenever prayer calls. The laziness, aiyoo, cannot tahan. I got to catch up with myself sometimes. Week 6 over soon. 2 more weeks and MST again. I feel so bad as I think my gpa for this term will flop! I am dyingg! Grr. Time, please slow down!! Must buck up quick. Ya Allah, give me strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Okay fellows, I got to go sleep. Tomorrow 8am class AGAIN! Sighhh. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ps/ and guess who got the SWEETHEART AWARD!? Me!! (from sweetheart of course) TY!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720798423831676957-6845456281205182981?l=miraaboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6845456281205182981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6720798423831676957&amp;postID=6845456281205182981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6845456281205182981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720798423831676957/posts/default/6845456281205182981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraaboo.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-kind-of-perfect.html' title='&quot;My Kind Of Perfect&quot;'/><author><name>Nurul Amirah Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07935094302012768728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5xtVQWWh4Y/TgmiCXQFTQI/AAAAAAAAByk/al9XlhO5nsU/s220/IMG_1561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
