<?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-8413677815267740237</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:53:29.179-08:00</updated><category term='MTV Worldstage'/><category term='pL'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><category term='Macalintal'/><category term='La'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Balastic Pink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4600764477725796749</id><published>2012-02-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T10:32:07.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mr. QS &amp;amp; Mrs. QS in the making :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohL1dvCc7HE/Tzf-e8C0IhI/AAAAAAAABD4/rI_mcDlrbew/s1600/tanpa%2Bqiqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohL1dvCc7HE/Tzf-e8C0IhI/AAAAAAAABD4/rI_mcDlrbew/s400/tanpa%2Bqiqi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708310860182856210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;No one is too young for love, because love doesn't come from your mind, which knows your age - but from your heart, which knows no age.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;just keep the love on the right track, InsyaAllah :) God will bless the journey of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alhamdulillah, it's been 11 months of togetherness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:) I love you Ridhwan Ruzil&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/8413677815267740237-4600764477725796749?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4600764477725796749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4600764477725796749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4600764477725796749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4600764477725796749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/02/cik-gedik-abe-klate-no-one-is-too-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohL1dvCc7HE/Tzf-e8C0IhI/AAAAAAAABD4/rI_mcDlrbew/s72-c/tanpa%2Bqiqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-7029947188968274011</id><published>2012-02-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:18:46.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear World,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week was a true highlight of my life. It was really dramatic &amp;amp; extremely adventurous. I'm not sure where to start my story with - but I know it ends with a smile. First things first, I'm proud with myself and my capability of driving skills. I drove all the way from Perak to Penang with my course mates &amp;amp; him &amp;lt;3 Thus, I learnt a lot of things when I'm involved in this so-called forbidden road trip. I made new friends, I experienced the best &amp;amp; the worst part of my life, I even learnt how to survive &amp;amp; response to crisis in the nick of time. At the end of the day, I had fun! I had fun in each and every angle of the journey, surveying &amp;amp; solving problems with them. To sum everything up, I'm glad I didn't went back to Shah Alam during Chinese New Year last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMCwYK66VhU/TyqUZ8_2gAI/AAAAAAAABDg/pOvsaNtssbQ/s1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMCwYK66VhU/TyqUZ8_2gAI/AAAAAAAABDg/pOvsaNtssbQ/s400/44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704535051609735170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJjXB-qAVMg/TyqUZjFf8YI/AAAAAAAABDQ/jhafV2pZ1ao/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJjXB-qAVMg/TyqUZjFf8YI/AAAAAAAABDQ/jhafV2pZ1ao/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704535044654100866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o17mNoCrseQ/TyqUZt92kMI/AAAAAAAABDI/f3dYflGUVTI/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o17mNoCrseQ/TyqUZt92kMI/AAAAAAAABDI/f3dYflGUVTI/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704535047574819010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSH66jJtOAw/TyqUJxCYctI/AAAAAAAABC8/mEIofqKWRco/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSH66jJtOAw/TyqUJxCYctI/AAAAAAAABC8/mEIofqKWRco/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704534773521216210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSdDin3KjbA/TyqUJvcYymI/AAAAAAAABCk/vLNM1UZbh7Y/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSdDin3KjbA/TyqUJvcYymI/AAAAAAAABCk/vLNM1UZbh7Y/s400/55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704534773093419618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody knew the real journey of our road trip,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I swear to God - it is a road to remember :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the five of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;naura.duwe.siti.suha.nina&lt;/b&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;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If life gives you lemons, don't make lemonades.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make grape juice! Show the world how awesome you are :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last but not least, introducing my hero ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the guy who I love to argue with every where I go (including Penang), &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the boy who I fall head over heels for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever him &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW5EIhA8G8k/TyqZ80LNnuI/AAAAAAAABDs/j7AUay9tsto/s1600/him.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW5EIhA8G8k/TyqZ80LNnuI/AAAAAAAABDs/j7AUay9tsto/s400/him.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704541148095028962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*psst, we're almost a year now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-7029947188968274011?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7029947188968274011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=7029947188968274011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7029947188968274011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7029947188968274011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/02/weekenders.html' title='The Weekenders'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMCwYK66VhU/TyqUZ8_2gAI/AAAAAAAABDg/pOvsaNtssbQ/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1260848155079515877</id><published>2012-01-17T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:09:59.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm officially busy with my own life now. This world of mine is now torturing me in a very brilliant way though. I just have to keep up with the beat, the rhythm of tasks, and of course, time management. I have to keep things straight &amp;amp; well ordered. Sometimes I do feel like rip of my clothes &amp;amp; shove myself in the toilet due to excess exhaustion I carried on my shoulder every single day. However, I shall take this as a challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I also need to keep up with my CGPA this semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At times, after several hours slaving myself in front of this laptop, I felt like rushing to bed and enveloped my body with Shyma's blanket – but noooooo. Sleeping was never the solution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My boyfriend always said that I'm not living in a healthy life. Of course! I hit the sack around 4am and it's entirely my routine nowadays. I woke up around 6.30am for the Subuh prayer, then zooming off to class at 8am. I'll say you're mad if you agree that &lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt; is healthy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Frankly, &lt;b&gt;I don't consider myself as a workaholic&lt;/b&gt;. No, I don't – and I am not. Well, I do categorized myself as a person who commits in everything. Commitment is a vital ingredient in order to be successful in life. You have got to put your guts in it. In my POV, the world is now a race. To those who prefer to sit back and enjoy the scene, well, these people may not share the same goal as me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;In my world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I am now riding a horse, holding a sword, with my steel mask on and ready to race - and for all warriors out there, prepare for the worse because you're about to meet your nightmare - ME. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;# In case you’re wondering, I’m currently listening to Remember My Name by Fort Minor (yeah, that’s why I’m pumped up to write energetic stuff)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Why am I that busy? Do I sell drugs? No. Secretly I’m a Russian agent? Again, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I have double life just like Hannah Montana? Yes. Okay No. Here, I tell you why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Let’s keep it short &amp;amp; simple. I have loads of works to do which involves research, real life case studies, site visits, acting, group discussions, business plan, and of course – assignments. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Yeah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Oh, remember what I said? I was elected to be the Vice Project manager for QS’s Program Amal and my boyfriend is the Project Manager? Yeah. It turns out to be a very massive event. We’ll be heading to Penang and stayed there for two days &amp;amp; one night. 2 busses with almost 70 QS students and 20 lecturers are under my roof. I hope Ridhwan &amp;amp; I can pull this off. It’s going to explosive as we will be printed out in the newspaper (yes. I’m going to be famous!) – InsyaAllah.  YB Farid of Bentong Penang will be joining us too! Our beloved Encik Hafiz guided us professionally and he knew that this is it. It’s high time to show to the world that what QS students of UiTM Perak are made of. Technically, showing to other UiTM students that we are exists (still alive &amp;amp; keep rocking). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Full report will be updated. No worries readers!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;I told you I’m busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;footnote; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPWftydAdFI/TxZv4Jcyx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/yetwN9xa628/s1600/motif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPWftydAdFI/TxZv4Jcyx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/yetwN9xa628/s400/motif.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698865388883986322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another piece of picture with no motives :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1260848155079515877?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1260848155079515877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1260848155079515877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1260848155079515877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1260848155079515877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/running-in-heels.html' title='Running in Heels'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPWftydAdFI/TxZv4Jcyx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/yetwN9xa628/s72-c/motif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6138969315965770138</id><published>2012-01-17T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:26:49.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Tweet Little Birdie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;Currently listening to Beggin by Madcon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This world is now a crazy place to live in. Sounds demented? You bet. We are now living in a world where losing your iPhone is more dramatic than losing your virginity. Everything goes upside down now. Despite how my good friends turned against me &amp;amp; how I decided not to have a crush on Justin Bieber anymore, clearly the world is not a safe place now. I mean, MY WORLD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once, I swore to myself not to have a Twitter account. They say it’s addictive. And I was like pfft-! You have gotta be kidding me. Nothing can beat Facebook. However, here I am. Look at me today. I’ve been twitting all day long using my cellphone. It’s been only 19 days since I’ve created my Twitter account and I just can’t get enough of it. I’ve been updating each and every single event of my life on Twitter. Some might consider Twitter as an online diary. Some might categorized it as an anger-release website. Well as for me, I just tweet with no specific intentions. That’s all. I tweet to express, not to impress. There’s a difference.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8dMsJTbjMg/TxXJBGnEHeI/AAAAAAAABBc/GuAgB5nTHuw/s1600/tweettt.PNG" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8dMsJTbjMg/TxXJBGnEHeI/AAAAAAAABBc/GuAgB5nTHuw/s400/tweettt.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698681924298743266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 37px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;Here, the page of mine :) well usually I tweet using my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOEt7UM6FGA/TxXKBoBLaMI/AAAAAAAABBo/iJYVpFW7Rdo/s1600/tweett.PNG" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOEt7UM6FGA/TxXKBoBLaMI/AAAAAAAABBo/iJYVpFW7Rdo/s400/tweett.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698683032778270914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes people, the world is not a very good place to live anymore. Technology is taking over the Earth. Kids are screaming over i-pads &amp;amp; Blackberry instead of Barbie dolls &amp;amp; Lego. Nevertheless, what happens to the world now – I’m involved. I’m one of the Twitter-Freaks &amp;amp; I’m doomed. Doomed? Yeah. Let me give you a situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;What if one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;my little &lt;strike&gt;Laila&lt;/strike&gt; daughter decided to ask me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mummy, how do you spend the rest of your teenage years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;I shall say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;“&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tweet for the rest of my life when I was a teenager. My cellphone is my soul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;Trust me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;THAT IS THE MOST RIDICULOUS ANSWER EVER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;I wish I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;“&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been exploring the world by hiking, making new friends, I love car racing, I went boy hunting in rock concert, I learnt how to and blablablabla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt; The world is now changing. And I hope it’s changing to be better &amp;amp; for improvement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;p/s : here’s my Twitter account. Hit it! &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/naurawesome"&gt;@naurawesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;*my very own version of Twitter logo. hihi :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfYSpFaTtyc/TxXKQHc_0XI/AAAAAAAABB0/eqTPpzwULqk/s1600/tweeeettt.png" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfYSpFaTtyc/TxXKQHc_0XI/AAAAAAAABB0/eqTPpzwULqk/s400/tweeeettt.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698683281734619506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jyeah! I am AWESOME.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ALWAYS HAVE &amp;amp; ALWAYS WILL :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;hihi :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the-little-pink-birdie-who-loves-to-tweet-now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-6138969315965770138?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6138969315965770138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6138969315965770138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6138969315965770138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6138969315965770138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/tweet-tweet-little-birdie.html' title='Tweet Tweet Little Birdie!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8dMsJTbjMg/TxXJBGnEHeI/AAAAAAAABBc/GuAgB5nTHuw/s72-c/tweettt.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5182766104929317612</id><published>2012-01-06T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:22:11.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leg at Your Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;#currently listening to Speak of The Devil by Sum 41&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Okay, the title of this post may seem pretty absurd &amp;amp; extremely harsh. Don't get me wrong, it's just a title of a song which I found it very amusing. My Leg at Your Lips by Matchbook Romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm not asking you to listen to this song. &lt;strike&gt;Not advisable for old folks and little children&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my point.&lt;b&gt; Never judge a person by her/his cellphone ringtone. &lt;/b&gt;I am who I am and your approval is never desired nor required. Music is universal. Music is a sound which one can express the way of interest &amp;amp; emotions through it. It's music - for God's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, I was wearing a the traditional Baju Kurung. A very solid maroon, and beautiful "songket" material. Here I am, feeling as gracious as I could be, walking along the aisle buying some food to fill my stomach. Starving, as I would to say. Apparently, I was alone at that moment. Taking my time, picking up some chicken teriyaki and little bit of cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reached the counter and paid the meal, my phone rang. "A Little Piece Of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold". Genre of Music? Very rock-ish and hardcore-ish music but not that metal-ish I would consider. (However, it is NOT a black magic worshiper kind of music) It was my gal pal, asking my current venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After answering that 1 minute call, a voice suddenly popped behind my back saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;hipokrit. terlambat lah nak berubah. dah 2012 kott&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned around - and those words came out from some random stranger ; a boy, with basic black tee, a pair of faded jeans, and messy hair. His eyeballs glance straight into me as he rolled his eyes and raised his left eyebrow. He looked me in disgust and he flee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXCUSE ME? WHO ARE YOU &amp;amp; WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU SAYING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH WAIT. DO I EVEN KNOW YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hypocrite? WHO ARE YOU CALLING ME HYPOCRITE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be professional. I won't let myself curse or spitting out horrifying mean words regarding this issue. Nevertheless, I've come to the bottom line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very, deeply, madly, truly, typical narrow minded Malay people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that I hate the Malays and I'm not going to judge, criticize, condemn, or to jeer my own race - I'm saying that WE SHOULD CHANGE. Change the way how we think, how we respond to people, how we approach them. CHANGE. It is never too late to make a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's my ringtone. anyone would like to say a few words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VurhzANQ_B0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s ; okay. err....ignore the video clip. let's focus on the music. It's my ringtone.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay. I shall change my ringtone.&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 sake of O&lt;i&gt;RANG MELAYU DI SEKELILING KITA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;darn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5182766104929317612?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5182766104929317612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5182766104929317612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5182766104929317612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5182766104929317612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-leg-at-your-lips.html' title='My Leg at Your Lips'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VurhzANQ_B0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1162842687480117279</id><published>2012-01-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:31:36.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, I was watching this awesome movie entitled Ice Castle with my mum. Since that day, this song seems to be a permanent sound in my head. I kept humming along with the rhythm without knowing the lyrics. Thus, tonight I just googled almost everything and here it is. Suprisingly, this song says it all. Really. To this matter, I would like to dedicate this song to my big sister, Nabila Nur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the song that I've been singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Britt Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You keep trying to get inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;While I keep trying to lose the words you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Can't you see I'm hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;To my life, what I know, yeah, I'm losing control and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Oh no, my walls are gonna break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;So close, it's more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I'm so tired of turning and running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;When love just isn't safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You're not safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I'm strong enough I've always told myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I never want or need somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;But I've already fallen from that hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;So I'm dropping my guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Here's your chance in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Everything you want, but it's everything you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;It's not always happy endings, but it's all the in-betweens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;It's taken so long, so long to finally see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;That Your love is worth the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie is actually a remake from the original movie on the year of 1987. It is about a young American girl from Iowa seeking for reality dreams ; Alexis Winston is a young girl who dreams of becoming a champion figure skater. Not to mention, her coach is an extreme pusher. While practicing, the beautiful Alexis suffers a terrible accident that takes her sight &amp;amp; threatens to destroy her dreams. Okay, she is totally blind. Enough said. In the midst of feeling sorry fr herself, her wonderful boyfriend Nick (with the help from her family) helps her to realize that she can still fulfill her dream as a successful figure skater. Nick even quits his rising career as a ice hockey player in order to help out his beloved Alexis to live her life and chase the gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes people, she actually skate with blind eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sounds awesome? Yeah. You bet :)&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;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oUTfO3yb0fw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh wait. here's another awesome love song which happens to be the theme song of this movie since the year of 1987 and a special remake in the year of 2010 by Britt Nicole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through The Eyes of Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Britt Nicole :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EU8Bhdn5ZUo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;the-skating-princess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&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/8413677815267740237-1162842687480117279?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1162842687480117279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1162842687480117279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1162842687480117279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1162842687480117279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/ice-castle.html' title='Ice Castle'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oUTfO3yb0fw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1738045751727782861</id><published>2012-01-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:02:26.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardcore Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oH-T3V9EC5s?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#currently listening to Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently, one of my gal pals have been facing some major love trouble which ends with breaking up. It was a massive explosion of tears and devastation. I felt deeply sorry for her. Trust me, I witnessed how dedicated &amp;amp; sincere she was when she was in love. She never fools around or pulling some crappy act.&lt;div&gt;Yes world, we are young &amp;amp; naive - but being in love was beyond our control. Please understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, some people are just blind or too blind to see that their special person is right in front of them. Oh hell, trust me, the guy who let my gal go - will suffer a great loss! Please remember, you're special. Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well okay. In one way or another, ending a relationship is one of the hardest things we sometimes have to do. It's difficult when you're the one who gets dumped, but even if it's you ending a relationship, there are many painful emotions to deal with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case, its not about cheating or opposite interest, and maybe even trust issues. It's all about pulling ropes. Yeah, pulling ropes. The part when he wasn't there when we needed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part when we weren't something special &amp;amp; important to him anymore. The part that he decided to make us just another chapter in his history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay people, I have made up a theory. Let's work with me shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theory #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ended the relationship because he was just not there for you when you needed him, think back on how you felt when you really needed a shoulder to cry on and he wasn't there - or he wasn't open for that. Is it likely if you get back together with him that he'll start being there for you? Haven't you already told him you needed that time and time again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's especially difficult if the relationship is ending over things that don't seem that important but ended up being insurmountable. Logically, breakups are much easier when one person is cheating or treating the other one badly. At least when we're breaking up with someone we know that we won't be subjected to that behavior anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be extremely complicated and very complex when it comes to love. The journey of love depends on how the person handles it &amp;amp; adapt with it. It depends on the definition, perception &amp;amp; conceptual of love for each and every person who deals with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theory #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if - okay. You're still can't resist the awesomeness of that guy which you use to fall for. No worries. I have my own theory! HAHA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you were close &amp;amp; you miss him but could not feel that special romantic love for him, really work hard at figuring out how you feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, sometimes the truth bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Dear S,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If you want to see the rainbow, you must go through the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If you want to find true love, you must go through the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;STAY STRONG PRINCESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;p/s : kalau ada jodoh, tak kemana :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;the-girl-with-tons-of-theories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&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/8413677815267740237-1738045751727782861?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1738045751727782861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1738045751727782861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1738045751727782861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1738045751727782861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/hardcore-heartache.html' title='The Hardcore Heartache'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oH-T3V9EC5s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-7377795134752185885</id><published>2012-01-01T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T05:57:18.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two zero one two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear readers, here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spread out a little bit of my personal confessions with a little combination of personal thoughts in the beginning of this brand new year that might motivate me (or all of us, I guess) to be a better person in future :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#I worry too much. Really. However, absolutely nothing good can come out of over thinking things. Thus, I need to relax. Keep calm, &amp;amp; stay strong no matter what happens. This year, I wanna hold on to one thing. ONLY one thing ; STAY STRONG :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#I get distracted easily. and at the end of the day, I never get to pull the trigger because I was busy doing something else - I still can't find the suitable antidote so that I can always stay focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#I drive fast when I'm angry. Frankly, I'm not a angry person. However, this is not good. Gotta change my way of living. There's a potential for my cause of death will be car crash and I really don't want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Albert Eintsien once said, "anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." Therefore, more mistakes will we done this year as I'll be trying more new things from now on. Again, I'm sorry world. I have no choice, (I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#The world is such a crazy place. I must be prepare for everything. What if someone snatches my handbag when I'm out with my hommies or gal pals? I have to be mentally &amp;amp; physically prepared. Life is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are my personal conceptual for Two Zero One Two. In one way or another, these confessions simply doesn't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, off to bed now. :) Goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Naura Nasuha J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-7377795134752185885?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7377795134752185885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=7377795134752185885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7377795134752185885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7377795134752185885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-zero-one-two.html' title='two zero one two'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2043338980650663503</id><published>2011-12-30T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:35:39.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Out Loud</title><content type='html'>This is crazy. I can't help it anymore. I'm sweating now. I ain't guilty and I'm not that innocent. One thing for sure, I'm about to say goodbye to the year that gave me splendid adventures with highly anticipated extraordinary events. If I have tons of money right now, trust me. I won't hesitate to produce my very own TV series reality show. Starring me, as the main actress &amp;amp; I'll show the world how I slave my own dragons and chase my own dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the main point. Why am I sweating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone told you that age is just a number, okay. Get a knife and end his life immediately! Those are just craps. In my POV, age is not just a number. Age is a level of a human which increases each year. And each year, instead of new resolutions &amp;amp; visions, you'll have to deal with unexpected future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you did today, will affect your tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow's mistake came from today's act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;see what I meant? I'm not blaming anyone or anything in this case. It's just that, I'm really really afraid of the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta admit. I'm a very childish person and extremely immature (at least, that's what I think). So, let me paint you a picture. A 20 year old girl with childish &amp;amp; immature personality? I don't think it's a wise combination. It's horrible! It's like a whole recipe of corruption and destroy a human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, 2012,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be indestructible, extra bold, solid, yet very poise with full of grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like&lt;b&gt; Grace Kelly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder who the heck is Grace Kelly? Okay. Google was invented with a reason. I believe you can relate both of my points ;)&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: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the-girl-who-is-extremely-afraid-of-the-future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2043338980650663503?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2043338980650663503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2043338980650663503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2043338980650663503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2043338980650663503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Dreaming Out Loud'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3092964197967952993</id><published>2011-12-13T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:26:47.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Readers :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yeah, just my luck :( It's not about the movie of the hottie Josh Duhamel that I'm gonna talk about now. Let's put ME, under the microscope. Me - the simple girl who enjoys dramatic scenes &amp;amp; loves to make things around her complicated. Yes. I'm the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, I've listed down ALL of my crisis and finally, I've jumped into a conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now officially swimming in the ocean of problems. Do I know how to swim? No - but I can learn, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore here I am, still breathing and decided not to commit suicide. &lt;i&gt;Thank God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here's the thing. Imma gonna lay it down all of my cases, and you readers are gonna read it. And if you think that you might able to help me out to overcome these trivial problems of mine, therefore, you are nothing but my &lt;b&gt;Superman&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ready kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't hear you~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, hey ho let's go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practically, I am now living outside the campus. I'm a NR student. I rent a house and I live with my housemates. There are 6 of them. Did I mentioned how much I really love them? :) all of them are mentally crazy but really adorable! These gals are wickedly awesome. They make me feel like I'm part of them and they make me feel like I'm a friend and they treat me like a friend. My housemates are undeniably awesome. Really :) Helena, Eha, &lt;a href="http://ainainwauhidus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ain&lt;/a&gt;, Yana, Syaimaa, &lt;a href="http://nooraznitaazmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nita&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, well, I do have a problem. Living in college is way easier. But, my college friends are starting to ignore me and I felt abandon. They went out outing without even inviting me. And when they're in trouble, they came to me. &lt;i&gt;(agaknya laa. I ni dramatic lebih. geli kan? haha! sila muntah sekarang)&lt;/i&gt; BUT I MISS MY GANG ANGGERIKS DUA LIKE HELL! :( Let's just say, I just received a room in college now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now fellas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLLEGE, or NR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next semester will be different. My boyfriend and his friends (technically are my close friends &amp;amp; classmates) will be heading off to practical session. It's like an internship. Get it? Okay, the best part, each student were given  three spots of firms that they want to work with. At first, my boyfriend wants to be close to me. Therefore he had chose Perak. However, I glance through his documents and stuffs, I can see that he had this problem on "where shall I live if I work in Perak?" I asked him to rent a house in Sri Iskandar and lived with his schoolmates. Sounds possible but - driving 45 mins everyday to work? Ipoh? Not a good idea. But then, the lecturers told him that, Selangor or Kuala Lumpur is the best place to work. You'll be exposed to mega construction that you could learn in soooo many ways. But, if he chose KL or Selangor, what about me? I'll stuck in hell (I mean, Perak) for a looooooong time - alone? NOOOOOO! I never want this. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I called my advisor (sister, to be exact) and search some advice. Kak Ila is a very wise girl - although she usually tumbles herself in her love life, but she gave me the best advice. She told me that, "&lt;i&gt;as a girlfriend, we should support our boyfriend. Ease his journey as a human, not to burden him. Your boyfriend is a very clever kid, a very excellent student. Give him a chance to learn, explore the world, and let him fly&lt;/i&gt;" Her words might sound very mature - but make total sense. I agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening, I talked to him. He was a little bit surprised with my decision. A very mature decision, I shall say. I was calm as I said, I let him "fly", for real. He knew how crazy I would be if he's not around. And the fact that I let him continue his studies in Kuala Lumpur, was something he never expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the problem is, oh hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, what if, okay. He might not be cheating on me, but I'm afraid that what if he falls for another girl? :'( He's far away and not on my sight now. I do trust him... I trust him with all my heart! But hey, anything is possible right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZj8Okjcbp4/TuhQMgb1u5I/AAAAAAAABAo/pNVpuqtUPv8/s1600/badly%2Binlove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZj8Okjcbp4/TuhQMgb1u5I/AAAAAAAABAo/pNVpuqtUPv8/s400/badly%2Binlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685882705350605714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes. I want you. Only you. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was elected to be the Vice Project Manager for&lt;i&gt; "QS's Project Amal Sehari Bersama Warga Senior"&lt;/i&gt; this semester. &lt;b&gt;Big&lt;/b&gt; responsibility. Surprisingly, the Project Manager for this project happens to be my boyfriend! Yes. I know, it sounds superbly awesome! However, that is not even a problem at all.  Here's the thing. When my grandparents were alive, I was very small and I never had the chance to get close with them. I stayed in Johor Bharu when I was little and we visited our grandparents during school holidays. Unfortunately, my grandparents died as I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't even have a clue how to get close with old folks. Seriously. What type of activity should we do? What will make the old folks happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've googled everything and I found nothing but shits and craps. No information at all. It popped out all kinds of advertisement regarding old folks. Sometimes I just felt like smashing my laptop for a moment. Stupid world website. I need you! Please, give me something useful :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, any ideas peeps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOg6WGts8Ew/TuhRqnK2OqI/AAAAAAAABA0/JhEIddv-hvc/s1600/BIRO%2BUITM%2BPERAK.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOg6WGts8Ew/TuhRqnK2OqI/AAAAAAAABA0/JhEIddv-hvc/s400/BIRO%2BUITM%2BPERAK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685884322066086562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exco Tertinggi Persatuan Perubahan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diploma &amp;amp; Ijazah Sarjana Muda Ukur Bahan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UiTM PERAK, Kampus Seri Iskandar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*okay, find me! find me! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even sure to consider this as a problem or just a story that I would like to share with my readers. At some point, I don't even understand what I learn in class. I swear to God, I tried so hard to focus which eventually I ended up &lt;i&gt;"haaa? tapaham wehh"&lt;/i&gt;. When I asked my classmates, all of them were like &lt;i&gt;"tu laaa, aku pun tapaham. takpela."&lt;/i&gt; and I was like &lt;i&gt;"TAKPELA?&lt;/i&gt;" =__="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, with the power invested in me, I forced my boyfriend who happens to be a genius to teach me every single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, &lt;i&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME&lt;/i&gt;? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This semester, we learned a new subject called Fundamentals of Entrepreneurship. It's all about business and how to manage a company. Therefore, the whole class were divided into several groups, and we were asked to create out own company based on real business as a research. Thus, our mates made a vote - and they elected me to be the Project Manager. I was pretty excited yet shaky. Am I capable of holding big responsibilities and organizing the whole thing? Therefore, I pushed myself to do some extra research and I found the perfect thing to present to the panel for final presentation. A mega re-do of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/coffeeplanet.my"&gt;Coffee Planet&lt;/a&gt;. Brilliante, mademoiselle! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone in the team agreed with my idea and decided to proceed. We mashed the intelligent brains of ours and came up with a new name, a new prospect and a new venture. The high-class coffee with affordable price, and Drive-Thru, and 24hours coffee station. Amazing? I know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, here's the problem. (okay, here we go again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a project manager, I love to keep things steady and well prepared. However, yesterday, the vice president (who happens to be my housemate) told me that, some of the "employees" are pissed off with the way I work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. someone told her that I am a perfectionist and it is very difficult &amp;amp; complex to work with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. someone also told her that I am A TOTAL PAIN IN THE ARSE - because I am a perfectionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. the person who is in number 2 said that it's hard to work in a group when there is a couple involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I was like &lt;i&gt;"whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, hear me out people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) I AM NOT A PERFECTIONIST. I JUST LOVE TO KEEP THINGS STRAIGHT &amp;amp; WELL PREPARED. is that even a crime??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) WHAT THE HELL, I AM JUST DOING MY WORK HEREEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C) OH MY GOD, NOW YOU CHOOSE. YOU WANT ME TO LAY AROUND AND RELAX - DOING NOTHING, OR DIVIDE THE TASK AND "BEING A TOTAL PAIN IN THE ARSE"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D) c'mon people, work with me here. I want to score an A+! Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E) regarding number 3, Okay. maybe it's my fault. I admit it. I'll change. Everybody deserves a second chance except for Hitler. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem now is, I just can't help myself surrounded with these lazy humans who talked behind my back. Seriously. Now you guys made me think further why on Earth God invented the mouth to speak. Please voice out your opinion. Don't talk behind my back. Might as well as you shoot me with a Russian Roulette from the back. Don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, should I continue be the so called BAD-ASS boss or just quit? or maybe change the way how I handle things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can change. Yeah. I prefer changing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drop a few subjects this semester in order to ease up my journey of a 3pointer student. Therefore, some subjects I am officially not involved with my boyfriend. However, there is a girl named *****, who happens to be my &lt;strike&gt;sworn enemy&lt;/strike&gt; classmate - is obsessed with my boyfriend since the FIRST SEMESTER. Eventually, I was the princess who gets the prince and SHE ended up as the pauper or the villain who fails to fight for it. During the second semester, the pauper and I, we don't talk. I don't have the reason why but we just don't talk. I guess you can figure out why. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the issue is now, the pauper now is in the same group with my boyfriend and they're about to go on a trip this weekend. TOGETHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I jealous?  YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you just believe it, "the-girl-who-obsessed-with-your-boyfriend-is-now-going-on-a-trip-with-your-beloved-boyfriend" IN MY FACE! +_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, my boyfriend wants me to join them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I go? Or shouldn't I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I go, I can prevent from any disgusting event which possibly may occur when THE GIRL is involved - but If I go, I'm afraid that those other friends of ours will be like &lt;i&gt;"euw, does Naura really have to be like a glue stick with her boyfriend? Get a life Naura!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I don't go, I'll ended up miserable in my bed - worrying like hell - eventually, I'll be calling my boyfriend every 5 minutes just to check up on him. And if I don't go, I am giving THE GIRL the best chance to get along with my boyfriend and the perfect moment for her to flirt because I'm not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I go? Or shouldn't I go? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROBLEM 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't control my emotions during PMS. All I did was cursing, arguing, yelling, and eating. Any suggestions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug8Re2dt84k/TuhTmFyUmiI/AAAAAAAABBA/SdDwZKhkqjM/s1600/haha.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug8Re2dt84k/TuhTmFyUmiI/AAAAAAAABBA/SdDwZKhkqjM/s400/haha.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685886443408628258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay. this is funny! LOL :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and for the fourth time I read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is now &lt;i&gt;creepy&lt;/i&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;b&gt;OKAY. THERE YOU GO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some might consider these problems are just trivial nagging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for me, I just can't sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help? Please?&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: right;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the-girl-who-thinks-that-she's-over-reacting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-3092964197967952993?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3092964197967952993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3092964197967952993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3092964197967952993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3092964197967952993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZj8Okjcbp4/TuhQMgb1u5I/AAAAAAAABAo/pNVpuqtUPv8/s72-c/badly%2Binlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3956999591394935042</id><published>2011-12-13T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:09:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Glitters</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a dashing princess dancing in the rain of glitters now. Why? Okay, as crazy as it sounds, I think I’m falling head over heels ALL OVER AGAIN with the same boy. YEAH, the SAME BOY. The feeling struck my heart like lighting and it is undeniably crazy that the both of us felt it together. It’s like the moment told us that forever is possible, and always is a must. Last Sunday was our 9th month of togetherness! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE HIM SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I just can’t believe what I just wrote. Waaargh, who cares?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can share this feeling with the person I love the most – my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never believed in teenage love fest and all she did was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“awak jangan nak ber-boyfriend eh...study dulu”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my, we’ve been in a relationship for 9 months now. You see, my mum thought that being in a relationship is a distraction. MAJOR DISTRACTION. Being in love was beyond my control. I really want to share all these amazing love stories of mine with her. This boy that I’m falling for is the one that I really admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He’s the dean’s list student that everyone wants to be with.&lt;br /&gt;2. He’s the one that shoots the ball and score that all girls love to gush.&lt;br /&gt;3. He’s the boy that my Ustaz calls him Ustaz in class.&lt;br /&gt;4. He’s the guy that never when out at night when he’s back in Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;5. He’s the teacher when the lecturer is not around.&lt;br /&gt;6. He’s the man who told me never to give up every time I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;7. He’s the human who never gets tired to hear me whine, chatter, or babble.&lt;br /&gt;8. He’s the person who always misses me.&lt;br /&gt;9. He’s the boyfriend that I’ve always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;10. He’s the guy I want to grow old with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, regarding all the current news we heard from the TV and radio, I don’t blame my mum for not wanting me be close around guys. Human trafficking, raping, and illegal marriage. My mum is the real life super woman! She took care of me with extra care and extreme tenderness :) I love you mum. Always.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t get me wrong, but I really love her. My mum is the best &amp;amp; no one can ever replace her. She's the best.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the deal. My life would be more than perfect if only I can just share with her about this boy that I fell in love with. I never consider that being in a relationship would be a distraction or jeopardize my career as a student and destroy my study life. Instead of those, being in a relationship teach me faith, believe, and actually inspired me to achieve my goals! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is, if you're doing it the RIGHT way. Some couple may just madly in love with each other, call all day long, text all day long, sit and date all day long, finally get drag with the love wind and drift away with the velocity of the love drunk - and THAT is a complete distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm 20 next year, and Alhamdulillah,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know how to differentiate between gems and stones.&lt;/b&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;i&gt;I do believe that sky has no limit,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but we as humans,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we shall never cross the line.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but if we do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;say hello to nightmare!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mummy, I promise you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter with whom I’m in love with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will always remember that God comes first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never forget to study hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pass with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you mummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8413677815267740237-3956999591394935042?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3956999591394935042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3956999591394935042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3956999591394935042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3956999591394935042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/12/raining-glitters.html' title='Raining Glitters'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4701348563058725988</id><published>2011-12-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:01:12.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm home this weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I've learnt a lot when I'm home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tasted the bitter &amp;amp; the sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bittersweet&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bitter :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It doesn't matter home many new people come into your life when you're looking for that someone special, some who's going to be your only focus. If there's any doubt of them not being your someone special &amp;amp; your only focal point - then don't go creating future problems and do the right thing when it's evident they're not your someone special or someone you can't even be with. Be mature enough to call it off, put a stop, and say goodbye instead of leading someone on with false hopes. As hard as it may be, it's the right thing &amp;amp; the only thing to do to avoid future sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life may not be easy as we imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard, it's complicated, twisted and it's complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It only took one mistake, a wrong decision, to destroy someone's future.&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"please stop playing with fire. eventually you'll get burn."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;* * *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sweetness :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moment I shall not forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met people from his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I didn't have a chance to sit &amp;amp; talk with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched movie and stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess it's not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope we'll meet again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooner or later, and maybe someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the feeling eyh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of overwhelmed and being part of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of excitement to be inside him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of ecstatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;footnote :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very simple weekend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with tears &amp;amp; smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8413677815267740237-4701348563058725988?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4701348563058725988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4701348563058725988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4701348563058725988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4701348563058725988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/12/bittersweet-weekend.html' title='Bittersweet Weekend'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-663386157833750479</id><published>2011-12-03T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:28:14.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I start chattering about how something random could be something awesome, the pictures that I uploaded for this post is brought to you by :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVCg_9ar3ik/TtmzNX5aSDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/s2hx55wmU9Y/s400/mira1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681769447239075890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;this smiley little girl named Amira Sophia Ahmad Famy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;apparently I just took all of the pictures from her Facebook profile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and some of them are from the Bride's Facebook, and Abnag Firdaus's too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;*dear Ammar (the bright orange thingy behind this smiley girl),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;you have the most awesome pose ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the past semester break, I was given a special task by my own cousin, Kak Tika. She’s getting married and she asked me to conduct a wedding montage for her wedding reception in Shah Alam Clubhouse, Selangor. I was thrilled as soon as I heard the news when she actually wanted something creative from me. She had faith in me, and I’m overwhelmed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of just boring pictures gathered up which will be ended up as a boring slide show, I decided to pull a twist and make it more interesting by making the montage as a mini video clip of the Bride and Groom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked Kak Tika &amp;amp; her beloved Amri to join me for a videography session in Bukit Cerakah Shah Alam. My mum followed us too, and she prepared her special homemade nasi lemak for all of us. My sister &amp;amp; her boyfie, Kak Ema &amp;amp; her hubby, my cousins; Najat &amp;amp; Abang Juan also tagged along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was really fun working with these joyful people and what a very tiring day! I was a little bit wrecked that morning, eventually; I manage to stabilize my mood swing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the videography session ended, I started to slog for the animation &amp;amp; graphics. However, I ended up Facebooking instead of slogging. Curse you Facebook! I HATE YOUUUUU. Ergh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd6qFVhXFBw/TtpbP8ZpsII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qBwCenXjD2w/s1600/THISIS3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd6qFVhXFBw/TtpbP8ZpsII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qBwCenXjD2w/s400/THISIS3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681954209351184514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyVI6EdJCe8/Ttp3jcES0rI/AAAAAAAABAc/URjJIgd9Wr8/s1600/DSC06639.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyVI6EdJCe8/Ttp3jcES0rI/AAAAAAAABAc/URjJIgd9Wr8/s400/DSC06639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681985330594632370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou2gRMrvwy4/Ttp3i2t5W0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/7KG-qVt2FqU/s1600/DSC06615.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ou2gRMrvwy4/Ttp3i2t5W0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/7KG-qVt2FqU/s400/DSC06615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681985320568576834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the time flies, the wedding was around the corner and everyone in our big family was willingly to give a helping hand to the both bride and groom. All of us boost our energy &amp;amp; shoot straight to Klang. I was helping the bride’s big bro, Abang Aldrin (yes, he is also my cousin. Oh God, you have no idea how huge my family is. I really do have many cousins!) – we set up the bride &amp;amp; groom’s bedroom. The room was superbbbb! Very modern, and exclusive. Thumbs up to Abang Aldrin for the talented touch of awesomeness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpimLhcOZZM/TtpqnRrVYSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/-idiqXQQYUk/s1600/room.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpimLhcOZZM/TtpqnRrVYSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/-idiqXQQYUk/s400/room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681971102873903394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;exclusively awesome huh? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzeibFs80WU/TtpqnkUU0AI/AAAAAAAAA9k/FNOS-CpqYU8/s1600/room2.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzeibFs80WU/TtpqnkUU0AI/AAAAAAAAA9k/FNOS-CpqYU8/s400/room2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681971107877670914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the gifts :) (eh, hantaran dalam english apa haa?)&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;b&gt;20.11.2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;a date to remember for this two love doves!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAK TIKA &amp;amp; AMRI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;(yes, look at the date! ergh. I envy you guys!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;habis lah kalau camni. macam mana nak kawin? tarikh cun dah terlepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm depressed now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ergh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay. stop being dramatic Naura!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone in the house that night could feel how exciting this wedding would be, including me. My sister was the bridesmaid. We went to Ariani to find the perfect hijab to match with her bridesmaid amazing glittering outfit. I really love the color. It was silvery silver with blue lace which successfully brightens up my sister’s skin tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f3FjPFaQrs/TtpxLZdCBvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rah9HnQSG9w/s1600/akak.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f3FjPFaQrs/TtpxLZdCBvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/rah9HnQSG9w/s400/akak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681978320506455794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bubbly "pengapit" :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for my parents, they were the Master of The Ceremony (MC) for the wedding day. (Okay, finally. Now I know where I get the talent to speak-in-front-of-the-public from.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9DG0AqgAPc/TtpIOytbF4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZTFKRy47lOw/s1600/mamiayah.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9DG0AqgAPc/TtpIOytbF4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZTFKRy47lOw/s400/mamiayah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681933298848962434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;aceceh! MC sama padan lah! good job mummy, ayah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention the bride’s dress. IT WAS OVER THE TOP! The color, the texture, the flow, it was PURRRRFECT. I just love how the rich color blended in and didn’t wash out the glowing bride. The dress was magnificent. Kak Tika bought the fabric and gave to the best tailor in town to sew the dress for her at the famous boutique in Seksyen 7, Shah Alam (Chanteq Boutique). The boutique gave an excellent service, including custom made heels to match with the dress. They also provide the same service to our local artist Tomok for his wedding too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPfUZRJ8k0/TtpG13fm5XI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8kGVRg6Cus/s1600/kawin3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPfUZRJ8k0/TtpG13fm5XI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8kGVRg6Cus/s400/kawin3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681931771124835698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone in the family wore chocolatey-brown-skin-tone colored outfit. We looked awesome! I was wearing a dark brown traditional baju kurung from Bandung, Indonesia – which my mum suggested me to, &amp;amp; inspired by my favorite Katy Perry, I wore a big big BIG ribbon on the top of my head just to put a little dash on my outfit &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; *apparently, I looked like a big Minnie Mouse. BIG Minne Mouse. Get it? BIG? *sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSiGYxBkU0c/TtpMkd3zRhI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Wm5r11rd7CA/s1600/DOMINO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSiGYxBkU0c/TtpMkd3zRhI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Wm5r11rd7CA/s400/DOMINO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681938069258978834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;*yes readers, I'm still obsessed with Justin Bieber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTVFAT2bmo4/TtpEc1-cNcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vD-qw0aL_ck/s1600/mira7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTVFAT2bmo4/TtpEc1-cNcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/vD-qw0aL_ck/s400/mira7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681929142197302722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N67g0tfwGgA/TtpIPX2Pv6I/AAAAAAAAA84/7_H0rSQi9XQ/s1600/mira8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N67g0tfwGgA/TtpIPX2Pv6I/AAAAAAAAA84/7_H0rSQi9XQ/s400/mira8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681933308818079650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;one big chocolatey creamy happy family! :)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9Vi8SCE8UI/Ttp0dIVUuGI/AAAAAAAABAA/AhrnfJ87WCQ/s1600/kawin5.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9Vi8SCE8UI/Ttp0dIVUuGI/AAAAAAAABAA/AhrnfJ87WCQ/s400/kawin5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981923683252322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wchnr2ckymQ/TtnWOkCeAUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/LXgpYc1eNS0/s1600/kawin6.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wchnr2ckymQ/TtnWOkCeAUI/AAAAAAAAA7g/LXgpYc1eNS0/s400/kawin6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681807950585135426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;auuuwww, :3 king-a-day! (raja sehari, get it?) :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOqyuE3jGuE/TtpEdFpADvI/AAAAAAAAA78/YCLkaoit8V0/s1600/mira6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOqyuE3jGuE/TtpEdFpADvI/AAAAAAAAA78/YCLkaoit8V0/s400/mira6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681929146402344690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;special performance! by Yuna :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nRguCCywzTM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I know. She's awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Yuna is the Kak Tika (the bride, in case you readers forgot) 's best friend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, the hall was full with the honorable guests and the family crew. Everyone was enjoying the moment, there was also a photo booth, a wishing tree, a candy center, and also ice cream machine! It was all my cousin, Kak Dee’s idea! She is Kak Tika’s sister-in-law. Kak Dee is undeniably talented. She manage to coordinate all of her idea into reality. The photo booth was an extraordinare! The props was funny &amp;amp; creative. The pictures were taken by a rising photographer, Taufiq (Kak Dee’s little bro). I ended up loving myself at the photo booth. haha!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU8h7kdnEI/TtptSfVrRUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bhe3t86NxsE/s1600/photo6.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyU8h7kdnEI/TtptSfVrRUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bhe3t86NxsE/s400/photo6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681974044298790210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0phXIPOs-c/TtptR6vci4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/q5iKzb61n-M/s1600/photo7.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0phXIPOs-c/TtptR6vci4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/q5iKzb61n-M/s400/photo7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681974034474765186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hYeo7Br-OM/TtptQ7fKs_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/hRHp0qV4osA/s1600/photo8.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hYeo7Br-OM/TtptQ7fKs_I/AAAAAAAAA-M/hRHp0qV4osA/s400/photo8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681974017495053298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yElqrBmOn0/TtpvL_khKCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Laq1caM_fPQ/s1600/photo2.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yElqrBmOn0/TtpvL_khKCI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Laq1caM_fPQ/s400/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681976131715147810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1l-XC_RCQQ/TtptQkqnAWI/AAAAAAAAA98/7SHYJXPI1Z4/s1600/photo5.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1l-XC_RCQQ/TtptQkqnAWI/AAAAAAAAA98/7SHYJXPI1Z4/s400/photo5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681974011369029986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7K6J0ZcmkbA/TtptQvgk2VI/AAAAAAAAA90/-eNgNGtzvxw/s1600/photo1.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7K6J0ZcmkbA/TtptQvgk2VI/AAAAAAAAA90/-eNgNGtzvxw/s400/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681974014279735634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here's some of the pics during the "akad nikah" session&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Yto1qfDVTc/TtnWNbk8UaI/AAAAAAAAA68/M5IUZGBu98I/s400/kawin10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681807931133940130" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU4ay2x__y8/Ttp0c7iyZcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iy1x7pBslyc/s1600/kawin7.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU4ay2x__y8/Ttp0c7iyZcI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iy1x7pBslyc/s400/kawin7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981920250062274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzFVNEGKG50/TtpwXCJaxkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/W52MeQIBXwA/s1600/mira2.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzFVNEGKG50/TtpwXCJaxkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/W52MeQIBXwA/s400/mira2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681977420896978498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the venue of the akad nikah session :) a very aesthetic design mosque!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECOEb7YvyoI/TtnWNhqYr6I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QmY2WYlHwLQ/s1600/kawin9.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECOEb7YvyoI/TtnWNhqYr6I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QmY2WYlHwLQ/s400/kawin9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681807932767383458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qC6wvOJ-LA/TtpIPLmp3eI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7Rulr3jXrEI/s1600/mira5.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qC6wvOJ-LA/TtpIPLmp3eI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7Rulr3jXrEI/s400/mira5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681933305531456994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;please, for once. please ignore Yuna and focus on me! I have cheek balls :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nak diet ah pasni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone had an amazing time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, my sister will be next in-line. Any ideas for a superb wedding like this one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let's crack our minds, and lay out some thoughts. crack crack crack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;p/s:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;okay readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I dah cop tarikh wedding I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it's going to be on the First of May 2015.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So apparently, it's labour day, which means PUBLIC HOLIDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;do come &amp;amp; no excuses, okay you all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;please stop merepek naura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;footnote ; more pictures will be uploaded soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-663386157833750479?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/663386157833750479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=663386157833750479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/663386157833750479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/663386157833750479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/12/randomly-awesome.html' title='Randomly Awesome!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVCg_9ar3ik/TtmzNX5aSDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/s2hx55wmU9Y/s72-c/mira1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-7527897654132752190</id><published>2011-11-24T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:56:39.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear UiTM Perak, haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Currently listening to Helena Beat by Foster The People&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived safely in Perak a few days ago. Do ignore the previous post regarding how-badly-I-don't-really-want-to-go-back-to-Perak. You know what they say, once a Perak-ian, always a Perak-ian :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am. On a boring Friday afternoon. Everything changes now. It starts with a brand new introduction, different chapter, but still remains me as the main character. Well, Naura Nasuha is a NR student now. I live outside the campus. I rent a house with my friends and course mates. A very moderate &amp;amp; comfy house which only took 2 minutes only drive to our university. Fully furnished. I bring along all of my fluffy toys to keep me accompany. I brought Chemaymao the Crocodile, George the White Teddy, Cik Hijau the Guava from Plants VS Zombies, and my favorite Travis the Teddy with Pink Sweater. My housemates are Yana, Helena, Ain, Nita, Eha, and Imaa. I was a bit shy at this moment. I’m sure all of them are looney as I am as soon as we get to know each other better &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to the QS Perubahan Meeting yesterday night. I was one of the main board of the directors. Again, I was elected as the MC for Perubahan’s Bi-Annual Grand Meeting. Curse you Sheila! WHY MEEEEE????????? WHYYYYYY? -___-“ as soon as my name &amp;amp; Fahmy’s name was mentioned as the MC, some of the guys were like “hoyeaaaah! Naura shuffle.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.5in"&gt;Shit. It was alongggg time ago. And it was Bobby’s idea to shuffle on the stage during the QS Dinner, and what the hell, I was just doing my job. =_=” maybe it was a mistake – or not. I think it was an express ticket to accomplish my suicidal social mission.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.5in"&gt;Some part of me just can’t wait to explore more of my exciting journey as a student. Nevertheless, another part of me was patiently waiting what will happen next.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.5in"&gt;I’m not ready for any unnecessary drama. I’m not ready for any craps &amp;amp; bullshits that will bug me along the way. Even if I’m supposed to be in a drama, or accidentally involve in it, please, please, please GOD, pleaseeeeee let me be the one who gets to save the day! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-7527897654132752190?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7527897654132752190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=7527897654132752190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7527897654132752190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7527897654132752190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-perockian-always-perockian.html' title='Dear UiTM Perak, haha!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5518464642997955844</id><published>2011-11-20T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:10:17.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, thanks to &lt;a href="http://esmaanajatt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esma Najat&lt;/a&gt;, my dearest twinnie cuzzie for tagging me. Ajat, this tag of yours successfully decreases my level of super boredom while waiting for my mummy to prepare for dinner :) and I'll be tagging the same questions to everyone who reads this. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;who is your idol ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am my own idol. haha! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;with who you love to spend time with ? why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Family &amp;amp; Friends - sometimes they can be the pain in the *arse* but hey - I love them! :) always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;do you like to be alone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh c'mon, do you? =___="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;will you helped your enemy if they needs your help ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah sure, whatever. everyone deserves a help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;are you funny ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I make jokes, I laugh at the same time. wait. is that funny? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;do you think you are pretty/handsome ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty, I'm hot, and you're not. so deal with it. :) haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you are beautiful~ no matter what they say~ cuz words can't bring me down~ lalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;did anyone know your secret ? who ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm the REAL Hannad Montana! whoops! You just knew my secret :) awesome huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;what is your opinion about politics ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear politicians, let's compromise &amp;amp; WORLD PEACE PLEASEEEEEEE? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;when the last kiss and hug to your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Just a few seconds ago! Goodnight hugs &amp;amp; kisses! :3 want some? haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;who is you best friend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intan Liyanaaaaaaaaaa! oh. wait. no. She's my girlfriend :) ooops! my bad :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(201, 15, 80); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;where is the best place that you go ? and want to go ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been to Paris when I was a little girl, and I would be thrilled if I can visit Paris again! May I? :(&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/8413677815267740237-5518464642997955844?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5518464642997955844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5518464642997955844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5518464642997955844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5518464642997955844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-thanks-to-esma-najat-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6131829292461126631</id><published>2011-11-20T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T05:42:12.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span text="15"&gt;I'm sorry. I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not going to Perak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I didn't say goodbye because we'll meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Naura Nasuha&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/8413677815267740237-6131829292461126631?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6131829292461126631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6131829292461126631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6131829292461126631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6131829292461126631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-quit.html' title='Speechless Mistake'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3594448892722519751</id><published>2011-11-14T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:38:16.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors with Paint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Y2KPWAluA/TsfjWGRk_yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eni-1y-D3Q4/s1600/iceskating.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Y2KPWAluA/TsfjWGRk_yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eni-1y-D3Q4/s400/iceskating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676755824104767266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;*credits to my awesome friend, Nuaiman for the editing the pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I learned a lot about friendships. I lost people that were once my best friends. I lost old friendships that I thought would last beyond high school. People I once trusted ended up showing me the opposite. Although I lost those people, I also built more valuable relationships with the people who stayed. I kept the friends that really mattered. I gained stronger friendships with people who were there for me. I realized that besides family, I only have a few people I can truly rely on, but that's okay. Having a huge group of friends isn't that great when most can care less about you. In the end, having a few valuable friendships with people who really have your back is always worth so much more. I'm proud with what I have now. Thanks friends, I love you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A few weeks ago, my very close friends &amp;amp; classmates from college gather up here in Shah Alam. So, my plan was to drag all of them to Sunway Pyramid's Ice Rink, and I-City SnowWalk. Everyone was thrilled as we decided to throw ourselves out in the ice rink. Lucky me, I've been skating since I was a little girl. Clearly, I need to practice - A LOT! =.=' crap. Well hey, I'm not an expert, but I still can skate! :) However, I managed to teach Fahmy &amp;amp; Nuaiman to skate. Nuaiman was a quick-learner, whereas Fahmy was the opposite. I giggled hysterically every time Fahmy grabbed me as I glided with him around the rink. He kept blaming his large-sized foot. The truth was, well, he didn't actually had the initiation to try. Okay, everyone had a great time! Not to mention, my favorite gal - Aliah &amp;amp; Idham, both of them a first-timer too, but I'm impressed! They skate very well :D Really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmkDprLP2VE/Tsfh8975qKI/AAAAAAAAA50/GFUrSxCTUXw/s1600/nuai5.jpg" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EmkDprLP2VE/Tsfh8975qKI/AAAAAAAAA50/GFUrSxCTUXw/s400/nuai5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676754292858005666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I look hideous! *and I deserve a sucker punch for this -___-" anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ashrie, Sheila &amp;amp; Bella waited for us outside the rink. As soon as we assembled, I decided to brought them to my favorite Subway Restaurant :) It turns out to be, they enjoyed it &amp;amp; I just found out that it was Sheila's favorite too. Please don't underestimate the power or 6-inch stuffed sandwich! It's my favorite :') really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu3t0BmACTU/Tsfh8mmGz1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/hz_JQqK8GK8/s1600/nuai6.jpg" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu3t0BmACTU/Tsfh8mmGz1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/hz_JQqK8GK8/s400/nuai6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676754286592577362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;PARMESON OREGANO pleaseeeeee? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;On the following day, they had tea at my house, and I served my very own spaghetti bolognese :-) I hope they enjoyed it. I'm not a great cook, but I just looooove to cook. Since my house is only a couple of minutes from I-City, all of them perform their mahgrib prayer at my house before heading straight to SnowWalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LXxsVdZct0/TsfjVlQvTzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jIXRQIFV9jo/s1600/nuai4.jpg" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LXxsVdZct0/TsfjVlQvTzI/AAAAAAAAA6M/jIXRQIFV9jo/s400/nuai4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676755815242878770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;okay, IGNORE the caption in the picture! *but hey, thanks Nuai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;OMG, it was my first time too! :D All the winter memories from Scotland, UK flashing back through me as I stepped in that valley of fake snow &amp;amp; shimmering ice. It was freezin' cold, &amp;amp; fun too! :) Moreover, it's cheap! With only 20 bucks, you can experience the snow! Isn't it nice? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy4nSJUPb-I/Tsfh9FfwAdI/AAAAAAAAA58/OHvMZeFXX6o/s1600/nuai3.jpg" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy4nSJUPb-I/Tsfh9FfwAdI/AAAAAAAAA58/OHvMZeFXX6o/s400/nuai3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676754294887416274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;from left ; Fahmy, Idham, Naura (yes! aku tengah!), Nuaiman, Ashrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;*ThankYou Bella, for being the most adorable photographer ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;All of us wanted to end the night with some "laser tag" fight. Laser Tag fight is like a paintball battle, but minus the pain &amp;amp; the palettes (bullets). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;We're using LASER GUN now :D how awesome is that? Unfortunately, all of us were running out of bucks :( We also ride the spinner &amp;amp; took some pictures. The night was simple yet exciting. We also went to the arcade which exactly looks like a fun fair. Hell I saw the big and fluffy seahorse! IT'S SO FLUFFY I WANNA DIE :'( In order to get the fluffy seahorse, I have to throw the hoop in on of the bottle. Okay, I suck. I don't even try &amp;amp; I know. I suck. :( I cheered myself up by buying a cotton candy! Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&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: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;So all of us swam under the neon lights of i-City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEyturZnN34/TsfjVuaiytI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y_Jy5psdLgQ/s1600/nuai2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEyturZnN34/TsfjVuaiytI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y_Jy5psdLgQ/s400/nuai2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676755817699920594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*okay, perhatikan mak datin di tengah-tengah gambar ini :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a spectacular moment with these amazing rascals &amp;amp; I wish we can do it again :) I love these people. They cheered me up. But oh well, bye bye Bella :( She'll be leaving us &amp;amp; off to UiTM Shah Alam for an express track! Oh boy, lucky her. Good Luck Bella :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I was the one who gave the name "Bella" :) I hope she remembered, and I know she will, kan Bella? Okay, thanks for everything! Take care. ILOVEYA, and clearly, missing you already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shit, awak! lepas ni siapa nak duduk depan kita time exam kalau Nabilah Hanim takde? :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And for those who are still with me in Perak, all of you are more than welcome to join another adventure for this upcoming semester! DO COME. more exciting &amp;amp; explosive plans are coming for you guys!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Naura Nasuha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-3594448892722519751?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3594448892722519751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3594448892722519751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3594448892722519751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3594448892722519751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/11/colors-with-paint.html' title='Colors with Paint!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6Y2KPWAluA/TsfjWGRk_yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eni-1y-D3Q4/s72-c/iceskating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3263595300860360492</id><published>2011-10-31T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:51:06.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hong Kong to China with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVqWYAOwUxo/Trww38xv-7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/hMWXinIGICs/s1600/bedah1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVqWYAOwUxo/Trww38xv-7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/hMWXinIGICs/s400/bedah1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673463368345713586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to spend some girly time during this semester break and followed my sister, my mum and her friends to China for a real vacation.&lt;div&gt;One week in China, equals to thousands of happiness and millions of extravagant experiences I've gained. I still remembered how excited I was to witness the wonders of the world right before my eyes. My definition of 'wonders' is certainly not the Great Wall of China. I meant by the shopping street and leather market :-) It was explosive! Our mission to go to China is to shop till we drop! Of course, we did. I ain't just drop, we also pop and bop! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say, my sister, my mum &amp;amp; her friends are the most awesome shopaholic divas ever! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgLZ3tCl7cA/Trww5j2ySgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rrtzGg9ioK8/s1600/HOHO.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgLZ3tCl7cA/Trww5j2ySgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/rrtzGg9ioK8/s400/HOHO.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673463396015688194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Shopaholic Divas &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We started our journey in Hong Kong. Our mission was to have fun - shopping. Yes, we did nothing but shopping. We even skipped some sight seeing venues in order to spend more time at the Ladies Street shopping market. Ladies Street is a shopping paradise for fashionistas! Its packed here - but it is slightly more spacious than our KL's Petaling Street. The main power for shopping here in Hong Kong is to bargain. Yes. Bargain. Don't give up and always know how to communicate well with the Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYMOHDfd2kI/Trww4GsWJwI/AAAAAAAAA38/0rFcu7SrOvU/s1600/FB33.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYMOHDfd2kI/Trww4GsWJwI/AAAAAAAAA38/0rFcu7SrOvU/s400/FB33.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673463371007403778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well in Shenzen (China), the locals prefer Mandarin, so I considered it as a solved problem. However, I'm stuck in Guangzhou (China) &amp;amp; Hong Kong - they totally dig the Cantonese style. Worst, they don't even understand English. Finally, hand signal was the last resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This market had progressed to sell all sorts of tourist knick-knacks such as I Love Hong Kong T-Shirts, as well as souvenirs, clothes, party outfits, bags, and accessories for both men and women. My mum and I went crazy and both of us were like "Girls-Gone-Wild" unlike my sister who was very calm, relax and laid back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On the following  day, we continued our shopping quest in Shenzen, China. It is a very modern city, only 28 years old. The locals are young and active. Believe it or not, you won't be able to find any old folks hangin' around the city. Our awesome &amp;amp; friendly tourist guide, Chen, once said that Shenzen is a city of opportunity and freedom. The youngsters of China actually come to Shenzen for work and have fun. When they're old, they went back to their hometown. See? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPuNfy0OV3Y/Trww4-xhTwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Nwm767HJ010/s1600/FB.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPuNfy0OV3Y/Trww4-xhTwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Nwm767HJ010/s400/FB.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673463386061491970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In my personal point of view, yes. The architecture of the buildings and sky scrapper here is magnificent. In Shenzen, we also went to the Windows of the World and Windows of China. For the first time ever, we went to see the Chinese Cultural Show in the Imperial Theater. It was a jaw dropping and excellent performance! The stage was incredible and everything was spectacular. The performance was about the History of China. About the Emperor, and the army of China and how they save the Princess, - it was great :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJumSeyKjHg/Trw199jArEI/AAAAAAAAA44/KMpkOOZZf7o/s1600/IMG_1081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJumSeyKjHg/Trw199jArEI/AAAAAAAAA44/KMpkOOZZf7o/s400/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673468969189682242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After spending a few days in Shenzen, we went to another state in China called, Guangzhou. The Digital Market, Leather Market, Jade Center &amp;amp; the Silk Center. It was fabulous! The silk was original, super soft and super smooth (and expensive too). Not to mentioned how crazy these Shopaholic Divas were as we arrived at the Jade Center. Everyone bought the Jade Jewel Center as it is original and beautiful design (and again, it's expensive too!). Nevertheless, we managed to get a super special discount as Malaysian tourists. It happens to be, the owner of the company was born in Ipoh, Perak Malaysia. He was thrilled to see Malaysian customers in his Jade Factory Center. As an appreciation, he gave a super duper discount for all of us :) yeah, we just got lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eqYT7cjUe0/Trw19McAkhI/AAAAAAAAA4g/q1G95xAj50w/s1600/GUANGZHOU.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eqYT7cjUe0/Trw19McAkhI/AAAAAAAAA4g/q1G95xAj50w/s400/GUANGZHOU.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673468956006978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Guangzhou, we also went on a cruise across the Pearl River.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yeah, the view? AWESOME &amp;amp; SPEECHLESS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We also stopped by a several Chinese Tea Herbs Center for some refreshment. They served us some Chinese Tea and believe me - it tastes like sh*t. =,=' I was smiling as I slurped the tea, but inside, I felt like smashing my head with a knife. (it seems like I'm a very good actress!) Somehow, it was one of the greatest experience I've gained here in China. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAeweRhOW8Q/Trw19cAmQhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/pr0KE2pUvHg/s1600/MINUM%2BTEH.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NAeweRhOW8Q/Trw19cAmQhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/pr0KE2pUvHg/s400/MINUM%2BTEH.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673468960186974738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We went to Maqam Saidina Shabi Saad Abu Waqas, the uncle of our Prophet, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w, and also to the FIRST MOSQUE in China! It was ancient and very inspiring. Really. I've never seen something that is so old and calm in my life. It was a historical memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finally, after one whole week discovering other culture and travelling to the other side of the world, all of us enjoyed the vacation and went back home safely :) Alhamdulillah, home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*more pictures will be uploaded :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&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/8413677815267740237-3263595300860360492?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3263595300860360492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3263595300860360492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3263595300860360492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3263595300860360492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-hong-kong-to-china-with-love.html' title='From Hong Kong to China with Love'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DVqWYAOwUxo/Trww38xv-7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/hMWXinIGICs/s72-c/bedah1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6024550988439033908</id><published>2011-10-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:41:03.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling Memories</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I decided to clean up my room &amp;amp; get rid off my junks. Thus, I went through all of my stuff and found a sealed &amp;amp; dusty box. Damn, the box was heavy and it wrote "21 Feb 2007" on the top of it - which I can't seem to remember clearly what actually happened on that particular date! The box challenged my level of curiosity. Without giving a second thought, I unwrapped the box excitedly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was once a 15-years-old girl who often gets caught in the middle and trying my best to make everything work &amp;amp; struggling to achieve the best for my PMR examination to make my parents proud of me again after scoring 5As in UPSR in year 2004. I was the prefect that everyone in the school deserves to hate - unfortunately, I met someone &amp;amp; I fell in love. In my eyes, he was flawless instead of perfect! As a result, I was in a relationship with him for a very loooooong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how does this relate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The box was fulled with love memories, including 56 love letters, key chains &amp;amp; souvenirs, necklace, cards, a diary, and all the stuff that a boyfriend could gave to his girlfriend! Those stuff were from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, I went through all the love letters that he gave me as tears were rolling down my cheek. C'mon, it's not that I missed him. Seriously, it's not. It's just that, as old memories were flashing back to you, you'll start to think about the future. One thing you might don't know about me - I'm afraid of the future. I'm afraid what will happen next-? Nobody knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the love letters that I read that night was superbly hilarious! It was cute; with all the lovey dovey words, and sweet promises, but I was so young and naive! At that moment, for once I felt like the world is beautiful and harmless! Not to mention, I was completely stuck in my own so called fairy tale land, and unable to get back down to Earth! However, what I've been through was a real romance. It might sound silly, but it was real.. and great too! Haha! Unfortunately, it wasn't the right love... I accept that. After almost 2 years with him, we decided to split and go on our separate ways to achieve our dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"There is a big difference between great love and the right love,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl TV Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6Z_ut2J83g/Tp7Es_PnmRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Go2ZAZl27PM/s1600/chuckblair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6Z_ut2J83g/Tp7Es_PnmRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Go2ZAZl27PM/s400/chuckblair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665181658448894226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*yes Chuck Bass &amp;amp; Blair Woldrof, I heart you both :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we broke up, I actually realized that I've learnt a lot of things based on that relationship. I learn about stick to my own priority, independence, faith, and trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's true what people actually told me, &lt;b&gt;"There is a reason why that people in your past don't make it into your future."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy now. I vow to be a better girlfriend everyday as I learn how to improve myself regarding the past relationship. I love my current life and my current boyfriend who always taught me about the importance of life, and always supports me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, I am happy now :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I get married one day, and you pun kahwin, we might be lost contact tauu..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I will miss you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- him, the person I used to fall for on the 21st of Feb 2011&lt;/b&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevertheless, the question remains;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I supposed to keep the box or disposed it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ5g011me6A/Tp7DqFR6U2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/rRrLyzrkcVI/s1600/memories.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ5g011me6A/Tp7DqFR6U2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/rRrLyzrkcVI/s400/memories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665180509017887586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved on. Really.&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/8413677815267740237-6024550988439033908?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6024550988439033908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6024550988439033908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6024550988439033908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6024550988439033908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/recycling-memories.html' title='Recycling Memories'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6Z_ut2J83g/Tp7Es_PnmRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Go2ZAZl27PM/s72-c/chuckblair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6035490124887487358</id><published>2011-10-12T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:05:28.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I die Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it. I'm not in the Band Perry and if I die young, I'll be missing a lot of things. First and foremost, I won't be able to have my dream wedding. Next, I won't have a chance to make love with my husband, have babies, to have my own kids and raise my own family. I won't be able to achieve my dream to be a Professor with a PhD. I will also didn't stand a chance to make both of my parents proud of me. I want them to see how I grew up, become a successful woman and have a successful career. I won't be able to buy them their dream house with a huge lawn and an enormous kitchen. I won't be there to cheer up my sister and my brother's wedding. I won't get to play with their kids and be an aunt. I won't get to attend my friends' wedding too. I won't have a chance to drive my own car that I bought with own money. Finally, if I die young, I'll be missing all of you and get to spend time with all of you for a very little while. That sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8413677815267740237-6035490124887487358?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6035490124887487358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6035490124887487358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6035490124887487358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6035490124887487358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-die-young.html' title='If I die Young'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2584345147160667952</id><published>2011-10-12T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:07:48.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macalintal'/><title type='text'>Alice in Not-So-Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbT5o5DrVwI/TpVXmfF1YkI/AAAAAAAAA14/lWJiopNf-6U/s1600/life_is_unfair_os9.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbT5o5DrVwI/TpVXmfF1YkI/AAAAAAAAA14/lWJiopNf-6U/s400/life_is_unfair_os9.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662528425180881474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Things didn't work out pretty well for me today. It's not even midnight yet but I've learnt my lesson for today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &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; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;LIFE IS UNFAIR, ACCEPT IT &amp;amp; MOVE ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;b&gt;There are times in our life, that we may feel we are left alone and being pushed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt; hard by whatever circumstances in life. For some, they use this moment to make them stronger, wiser and better&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span id="IL_AD4" class="IL_AD" style="padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 153, 0) !important; text-decoration: underline !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-style: normal !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; "&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But for some, they didn't fight back. They just accept the reality and concede on the great defeat. These are the people who will not be successful in life. Success is a series of failures that we need to overcome everytime and emerged victorious in the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;In this case, I'm the one who's stepping back and cry at the corner of the room. I think, I've been beaten up by my own destiny. The fact that this life is so unfair, it made me turn into a very &lt;/b&gt;MAD &amp;amp; CRAZY PERSON&lt;b&gt; when I think about it. I was so upset last night that I actually scolded everyone around me when I woke up this morning. Well, it was never my intention to yell at people first thing in the morning on purpose, but as the blood rushing through my veins with rage, the anger and fury was unstoppable. My brother was being accused for something he didn't do. My boyfriend was being scolded for small silly little things he did. Finally I yelled at my sister on the phone. I was supposed to give her an advise, instead, I screamed like hell that I almost lost my voice. I'm sorry guys for being such a total pain in the ass this morning. :-(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I woke on the wrong side of the bed. Although at some point I really wanted to blame the world that nobody on this planet could ever understand me, however it's just difficult to blend in with all the humans in the world with different styles and means to survive in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Wanna know why I'm so upset and how I jump into conclusion that my life is totally unfair? Naah.. I rather keep in personal. Let me give you a clue, &lt;/b&gt;"don't get your hopes up too high, because eventually you'll crash on the land too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I grew up with my parents to guide me on my side. They taught me how to handle crisis, problems and obstacles in a very mature yet effective way. Trials, difficulties and problems are my constant companion before. And yet, I fought back and use these misfortunes to become what I am today. Same thing happen to my friend of a friend. Now he was addicted to illegal drugs and a drop out from school. Lots of people have the same fate, because they accept defeat early in life. They are just contented in saying that life is unfair, and circumstance makes them what they are today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever circumstances we have in life, we are still the one controlling its outcome. It is still up to us to lead our life to where we want us to be. Blaming the circumstances and use it to justify our present condition will not help. It will only hinder us to move forward and continue to live our life. Trials and difficulties will always be there to set us off course, but we can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span id="IL_AD2" class="IL_AD" style="padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 153, 0) !important; text-decoration: underline !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-style: normal !important; background-position: 0% 50%; "&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; it if we &lt;span id="IL_AD1" class="IL_AD" style="padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 153, 0) !important; text-decoration: underline !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-style: normal !important; background-position: 0% 50%; "&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have the right attitude in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;LIFE IS UNFAIR, AND SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO WORK HARD IN ORDER TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE. IN MY SITUATION FOR TODAY, MY HAPPINESS HAS BEEN CONFISCATE UNEXPECTEDLY WITH THE BLINK OF AN EYE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M GONNA DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;well okay, at the end of the day, I realize that we must grateful of what we have now. I have my family &amp;amp; friends, that support me everyday. :') I just can't imagine my life without them. They are larger than life and I love you guys. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: I would like to thank to Macalintal for such a lovely post I've read which inspires me to move on and realize that I'm Alice but in Not-So-Wonderland :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8413677815267740237-2584345147160667952?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2584345147160667952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2584345147160667952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2584345147160667952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2584345147160667952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/alice-in-not-so-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Not-So-Wonderland'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbT5o5DrVwI/TpVXmfF1YkI/AAAAAAAAA14/lWJiopNf-6U/s72-c/life_is_unfair_os9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8328931589896805073</id><published>2011-10-09T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:51:29.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years of Roses and Thorns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcI6SIZofh4/TpHdWuAVJeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/HEnnwKolwyM/s1600/sorry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcI6SIZofh4/TpHdWuAVJeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/HEnnwKolwyM/s400/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661549588957701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her when I was thirteen. She was adorable and such a lovely friend to me. I never thought that both of us will ended up being best-girlfriends until today. 7 years of friendship taught me a lot of things. I love her so much! She's always here for me although we were thousand miles apart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today I just realize that I've made one of the most foolish mistake of my life. I never should have let this happen. Frankly, I know this sort of day will come. And if it does, I swore to God that I would give up anything in order for her to be happy again - with me. That is what I swore last year. I don't want to lose my one and only girlfriend. She meant everything to me. We share stuffs and secrets, we hug each other and &lt;b&gt;we hang out once in a while&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. That's the issue. The black bold sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a very good friend. I ditched our dates for other stuffs and family events. I cancelled our outing session just to be with my family. Sometimes I have to call it off just to satisfy my mum's order and I wished she knew how sorry I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently,  she claimed that she felt like we're drifting away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know sooner or later she would say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame her for getting tired with all of my excuses and for cancelling our dates. I don't blame her if she's already fed up when I ditched our date. I also don't blame her when she loses her excitement every time she asked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands are tied, I'm guilty and I'm raising my white flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this year is going to be different. I have 6 weeks to make it up to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna do whatever it takes just to make our relationship bloom and sparkle again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest IL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry and ILYMTYCEI :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*some part of me want you to read this. but some part of me expecting you NOT to read this because as I type my feelings out tonight, tears were rolling down my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and it's embarrassing! ergh. :( such a cry baby!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**you know who you are and ILOVEYOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8413677815267740237-8328931589896805073?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8328931589896805073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8328931589896805073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8328931589896805073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8328931589896805073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-years-of-roses-and-thorns.html' title='7 years of Roses and Thorns'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hcI6SIZofh4/TpHdWuAVJeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/HEnnwKolwyM/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-7801758736198623699</id><published>2011-10-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:50:20.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better on The Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was about 4 o'clock in the evening as I was surfing the net &amp;amp; downloading some trivial software - and a few minutes later my mum knocked on my bedroom door and told me something that almost blew my mind. My Uncle Long had passed away. &lt;i&gt;Innalillahwainaillahhirajiun..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instead of crying hysterically, my body was numb and my brain was empty.&lt;div&gt;Well, 50% of me felt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's okay, eventually everyone will go back to Him one day. It is a way of life"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, another 50% of me felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"what?! DEAD ALREADY?! I was in Perak all this time &amp;amp; I didn't even have a chance to visit him yet!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's true and it is already written in the Holy Al-Quran that each human being on this planet Earth, will face death and no one can escape death. I calmed myself down, and recite a Surah Yaasin for him. Frankly, I am sooooo not good when it comes to death or dealing with goodbyes. At some point of moment, I could just simply cry, cry, and cry all over again for the whole day. Nevertheless, this time, tears were rolling down my cheek emotionally and I was calmed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Uncle Long is a very wise man. A responsible, an optimist and a lovable man. He was very well-known for his benevolence of giving Islamic view and thoughts of life. A very religious man who never afraid to opine anything and never gave up on his family. After both of my grandparents passed away when I was a little girl, he was the oldest member of our family. He took care of us with delicate, tenderness &amp;amp; care. He is a very old, yet strong and a wise man. I am proud to be his niece and I miss him so much now. I miss the way how he lectures &amp;amp; motivates us to be a better Muslim &amp;amp; Muslimah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Long, thank you for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya Allah s.w.t,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat &amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ditempat kan dengan golongan-golongan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hamba-Mu yang beriman &amp;amp; soleh..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuYIRhMSlM/TpFDJ31qHVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f20fV6y7Kto/s1600/arwah%2Buncle%2Blong.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuYIRhMSlM/TpFDJ31qHVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f20fV6y7Kto/s400/arwah%2Buncle%2Blong.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661380043468315986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I look up in the sky and I wonder why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why you had to go, go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's better on the other side...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were chosen from the start,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never gonna let you go,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know it's better on the side&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- The Game feat. Chris Brown &amp;amp; Boyz II Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8413677815267740237-7801758736198623699?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7801758736198623699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=7801758736198623699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7801758736198623699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7801758736198623699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/10/better-on-other-side.html' title='Better on The Other Side'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuYIRhMSlM/TpFDJ31qHVI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f20fV6y7Kto/s72-c/arwah%2Buncle%2Blong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2399488474610355430</id><published>2011-09-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:05:47.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When All The Right Reasons Goes Wrong</title><content type='html'>Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing may consider as one of my adverse habit I did nowadays. Sometimes I felt like a total failure and a pure douche bag after facing a very difficult day. Is it me, or am I actually carrying a bag of burden every day as I attend the class? The subjects I learnt for this semester is obviously damaging my brain and successfully enhanced my knowledge and thinking skills. The subjects are super duper challenging and more complicated. Common sense, logical thinking, and massive knowledge must require in order mastering this kind of subject, Measurement of Construction Works, Principles of Structure, Construction in Economics, Building Services and Construction Technology. It is like you learn how to solve a puzzle but you kept losing the pieces. Thank God it is over now. All of my classes ended a few days ago and I felt – relief! Well, I simply amaze how fast the time flies. It seems like yesterday I was only a tiny clueless freshmen and now I’m about to be a …. &lt;b&gt;Senior&lt;/b&gt;? Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is now time to slog as the final exam is just around the corner. I need to stay focus and maintain my CGPA. For now,&lt;b&gt; 3.37&lt;/b&gt; is quite OK and good – but not excellent. I need to score more than this in order to fly up up up in the sky and to get a good job for future. I’m trying so hard to paint my picture with millions of colors. To be honest, I’m quite worried now. What if my destiny was never to achieve my dreams? What if my road to success is actually just another clever story that people might laugh about it? What if it is already written that I may not be able to reach for the sky? C’mon, I can’t deny fate and I can’t fight the destiny that was written for me right? Yes, I can’t deny it – but everyone has the chance to change it. It is actually possible for us as a normal human being to change our own road to survival if we have courage and believe in both of our hands and faith in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not an idiot but I’m not a genius. You see, I am not Einstein’s daughter and I am not that intelligent or clever. Unlike some people, I need to work really hard and study even harder in order to achieve excellent result. I need to push myself hard and that is what I do for the past couple of days. Frankly, it is exhausting. Sometimes I don’t feel like it is worth it to struggle every single day and at times I raise my white flag and gave up. Nevertheless, giving up is not an option for me right now. I have to slog or die. Yes, I’m such a total pain in the ass and I beat myself too much. I never give myself a break and all I did was forcing my brain to think in a thousand ways. Nothing is too much when it comes to learning and studying. Somehow, I think I just switched off one of the buttons in my brain a few seconds ago due to excessive amount of stress I pursue while I was studying. As a result, here I am, sitting in front of the laptop, updating my blog, and stalking my friends’ Facebook page with choki-choki paste in my hands while listening to Maddi Jane. &lt;b&gt;(Oh My God she is more than AWESOME)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me get this straight. Stop beating around the bush and here goes the truth! I’m sorry mummy, daddy, family, friends and to all acquaintance. I think there is something wrong with me and I couldn’t figure it out. Until one day, I started seek some answers and do some research and finally – my prayers had been answered like a shooting star. At first I was reluctant to inform my mummy and yes, I didn’t tell her what on Earth is going on with me until today. Well, here it goes. I am Naura Nasuha and I am now suffering from a disease called &lt;b&gt;Meusaborethophia&lt;/b&gt;. Yes. The symptoms are undeniably obvious and I’m afraid to tell everyone around me. I felt anxious all the time, I sweat a lot, I always get panic attack &lt;i&gt;(it is like heart attack but it doesn’t involve the heart)&lt;/i&gt;, I worry too much, I felt like blackout &lt;i&gt;(it is like you’re about to faint but you’re eyes are open and awake)&lt;/i&gt; when I’m stressed and I felt angry all the time. Please, don’t worry. It is not contagious. I’m not sure if it’s really a disease or just common illness and sickness that I’m having.  One thing for sure, it is an ordinary type of phobia that I had invented myself. Yes, I invented myself. Meusaborethophia is a type of phobia that erm…… okay. This is boring. I’m sorry. I just can’t pull myself together right now. I felt like falling apart and crash into millions of pieces. I should be studying right now and memorizing all the sketches of building construction structure and here I am crapping about some disease that I invented myself. Wait, I think I’m dying. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FOOTNOTE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think this is one of the crappiest posts ever! I’m sorry for being weird and thank you very much for spending a few minutes to torture yourself by reading this crappy post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Oh, I just drew something and I want you to meet this animation I just scribbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFD7_V3vPxE/TnLHODF8nUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Ue7Llbzil4/s1600/nana%2Blaila.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFD7_V3vPxE/TnLHODF8nUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Ue7Llbzil4/s400/nana%2Blaila.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652799526465740098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Ya, tudung nya seperti &lt;b&gt;Hana Tajima&lt;/b&gt; (auuuwwww)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Dress nya pulak ditaja oleh &lt;b&gt;TOPSHOP&lt;/b&gt; (peh, kelassss!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Dia pegang bunga ; maksudnya seorang gadis yang &lt;b&gt;ayuuuu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Memakai heels dari &lt;b&gt;ALDO&lt;/b&gt; (phoow!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Senyuman yang sangat alalaaa&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Kenapa tak pakai pink? &lt;b&gt;Why purple&lt;/b&gt;? (purple melambangkan kematangan...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. NANA LAILA? ya, gabungan nama&lt;b&gt; NA&lt;/b&gt;ura &lt;b&gt;NA&lt;/b&gt;suha = &lt;b&gt;NANA&lt;/b&gt;, manakala &lt;b&gt;LAILA&lt;/b&gt; pula, nama yang sangat menarik dan comel :) Seriously, I sangat suka nama LAILA. One day InsyaAllah, I want my daughter named Laila :D pretty! heeeee :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8.&lt;b&gt;COMEL KAN DIA NIH&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(cepat cakap COMEL! Say it NOW! NOWWW!)&lt;/i&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P/S :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I swear to God I’m bored right now. Oh man, I think I need to have a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/8413677815267740237-2399488474610355430?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2399488474610355430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2399488474610355430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2399488474610355430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2399488474610355430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-all-right-reasons-goes-wrong.html' title='When All The Right Reasons Goes Wrong'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFD7_V3vPxE/TnLHODF8nUI/AAAAAAAAA1A/9Ue7Llbzil4/s72-c/nana%2Blaila.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8523594090015483663</id><published>2011-08-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:38:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Midnight Writer Confessed...</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been awhile since my last post. Tonight I'm going to blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm about to confess. So here it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each and every year, I wouldn't be as excited as you are during the Raya festive. Why? Well before I lay out all of my several powerful reasons, please shut up &amp;amp; don't judge me. Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, unlike most of you, I don't have a kampung, and I've never been to a kampung. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(yes people, it explains everything)&lt;/span&gt; Both sides of my grandparents passed away since I was just only a little girl. Worse, I've never met dad's parents at all. They were gone to the other world before I was born. Thus, I don't have anywhere to go for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"balik kampung"&lt;/span&gt;, which makes me a kampungless-girl yam a ketupat (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh God, WHY MEEEEEEEEEE? WHYYYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;) .(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;euw, is that even a word?&lt;/span&gt;) yes, poor  me. Trust me, I had never bakar a lemang before or andiv&gt;However, in the television telemovie Raya or drama makes it look very fascinating! Shit, it looks exciting! I wonder how it feels like having a kampung. A timber construction walls, a very peaceful surrounding, and a nature friendly environment - I mean, how does it feel? :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, my aunts, uncles and my cousins are around me all the time. They live in the city nearby! Some of them are from Kuala Lumpur and most of them stayed in Shah Alam. Not to mention, half of them are living in Johor Bharu. Therefore, it is now a tradition that my family will held an open house or a "makan-makan" festive on the first of Syawal. So yeah, all of you are more than welcome to my crib on the First of Syawal every year! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, actually I love my Raya. In my point of view, Raya is all about gathering and catching up with your whole family despite the forgiving and forgiveness thingy. It's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"wehh...kau pe cerita weh??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay here's the something I just thought about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a few weeks ago, as I was scrolling the Facebook news feeds, one of my friend wrote something that really caught my eye. I wanted to disagree with the statement, but naahh... Sometimes reality bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y62eeJMtWYQ/TnGkatETNvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/by-818mb-Jw/s1600/ruthy.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y62eeJMtWYQ/TnGkatETNvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/by-818mb-Jw/s400/ruthy.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652479786007869170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This person, clearly has a point. It is crystal clear that some people just say those &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATIN&lt;/span&gt; in order just to simplify the meaning of Aidilfitri. This is reality. Some people they don't even mean it. They just say it with an empty heart. C'mon, once someone spread their forgiveness, they should actually repent and never repeat their wrong doings ever again. That is the true meaning of forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, normal people in a crazy world. We'll never know. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the topic, I always wonder how my life could be if I have a kampung and how my Raya celebration would be if I have a kampung. My mum always told me since I was a little girl to find my own husband who owns a kampung so that I can feel the experience the kampung thingy (jom jerit ramai-ramai, kampung! kampung! kampung! heee annoying kan? haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't get me wrong, but &lt;b&gt;DAMN, SERIOUS I TERINGIN SANGAT NAK PERGI KAMPUNG AND JUMPA ITIK, AYAM, AND PEGANG LEMBU SECARA LIVE :-( LEMANG TU NAK BAKAR CANE? PAKAI LIGHTER KE, MANCIS KE?! CAMANE?! KENAPA KETUPAT KENE ANYAM? PAKAI KETUPAN INSTANT NONA JE TAKLEH KE? SAMA JE RASA DIA KANNN?? KAN???!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*sangat ber-emotional ye cik kak! sabar, sabar T_T boypren awak tu ada kampung, pergi kawin dengan dia cepat-cepat. nanti dapat lah pegang lembu, itik, ayam, etc. haha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh well, I hope its not too late, but hey - &lt;b&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA EVERYONE! :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eugmkHMyCv4/TnGqDLhS92I/AAAAAAAAA0g/HCr380q3X-A/s1600/RARAYAYA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eugmkHMyCv4/TnGqDLhS92I/AAAAAAAAA0g/HCr380q3X-A/s400/RARAYAYA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652485978935457634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiYweZCN9b0/TnGqC4HZrHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CvZOh0mEgGM/s1600/RAYA%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HiYweZCN9b0/TnGqC4HZrHI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CvZOh0mEgGM/s400/RAYA%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652485973726571634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iS8hKZWD-Xc/TnGqCtGkcXI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RqvNqJ-IzqE/s1600/RARARARAYA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iS8hKZWD-Xc/TnGqCtGkcXI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RqvNqJ-IzqE/s400/RARARARAYA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652485970770293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAurbQlOO6U/TnGqCdKUesI/AAAAAAAAA0I/D5j4mq3soM0/s1600/RAYA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAurbQlOO6U/TnGqCdKUesI/AAAAAAAAA0I/D5j4mq3soM0/s400/RAYA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652485966491056834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5e9_3B3j8c/TnGpcZ-WS7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/jiAsZHM38DE/s1600/RAYA%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5e9_3B3j8c/TnGpcZ-WS7I/AAAAAAAAA0A/jiAsZHM38DE/s400/RAYA%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652485312800508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The fun part, my family and I went shopping on the third day of Syawal. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWEm29OBlE/TnGqvOoBymI/AAAAAAAAA04/fBj3AiUAHT0/s1600/photo0642.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWEm29OBlE/TnGqvOoBymI/AAAAAAAAA04/fBj3AiUAHT0/s400/photo0642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486735683242594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx5HxrzstfU/TnGqu7I_bII/AAAAAAAAA0w/Xz3HVgyb8Z8/s1600/photo0645.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx5HxrzstfU/TnGqu7I_bII/AAAAAAAAA0w/Xz3HVgyb8Z8/s400/photo0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486730452790402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qNRjwh4iHQ/TnGqut0NFYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Q9Ly67T5I5U/s1600/photo0665.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qNRjwh4iHQ/TnGqut0NFYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Q9Ly67T5I5U/s400/photo0665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652486726875944322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-8523594090015483663?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8523594090015483663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8523594090015483663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8523594090015483663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8523594090015483663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-midnight-writer-confessed.html' title='When The Midnight Writer Confessed...'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y62eeJMtWYQ/TnGkatETNvI/AAAAAAAAAz4/by-818mb-Jw/s72-c/ruthy.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3325768573922522784</id><published>2011-08-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T06:38:05.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Stars ; Football or Girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iduv_VNRaEE/TlOr2Drc4yI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ab61Wt92SKw/s1600/SoccerMomPinkHeels-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iduv_VNRaEE/TlOr2Drc4yI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ab61Wt92SKw/s400/SoccerMomPinkHeels-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644043703214203682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it happened last night when it’s about 2 o’clock in the morning and my tummy begins to crumble. God, I was starving! Not to mention, I was stumbling and drowning in tears with my assignments, the excessive workload while waiting for my boyfriend to call my cell and pick me up for Sahur.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is some kind of a routine to have my Sahur with him around 2 o’clock in the morning at the cafeteria. My college was about a few meters away from his, so he really doesn’t mind waiting for me to get ready and dressed up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, here’s the catch. As we arrived at the cafeteria, it was packed with boys. Each of those male eyes were staring &amp;amp; glazing at the very the television and my boyfriend quickly picked a seat right in front of that darn television. A live football match was on. Manchester United VS Tottenham FC. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I guess it’s normal when a boyfriend picks over a live football match rather than spending time with his girlfriend. I know it seems pretty annoying. However, the truth bites. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my own perspective, isn’t it a major interest in football makes our boyfriend a man? A true solid masculine man? Yes! Unless you prefer your boyfriend to join you with your girlfriends, sit around a little corner putting on lip gloss and gossiping about your past, current, and future event all day long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nevertheless, at first I was okay with the fact he was joining the crowd and watching football. I was really okay with it. Somehow it almost chocked me to death mentally and abused me emotionally when…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Awak, awak nak makan apa awak?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Haaa…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Awak, kita cakap nihh… nak makan apa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend: &lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Hah, hah, hah!! SHOOT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;…………….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;………………….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Awak…awak sahur nak makan apa nih?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend:&lt;span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;………………………………………………..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;5-7minutes later,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;span&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Eh, awak cakap apa tadi??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What the hell-? I tried to control my temper as my blood was racing through the veins with rage and anger. The fact that he chose football match over me was officially annoyed me and strictly unacceptable. The saddest part was, when I have no power to stop him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe there are tons of girls out there were emotionally injured just like me when it comes to our senses that our boyfriends are football maniacs! Or maybe even worse, like cancelling on a date or a dinner reservation just for to join with his guy friends watching a football match at a mamak restaurant. I can imagine how it feels like. Like a falling star. Crashed on Earth and feeling like wanting to explode but hopeless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still remember how one of my girlfriend cried on my shoulder, complaining how stressed she was regarding how her boyfriend treated her. The boyfriend of hers didn’t pick up his cell phone when she called, always cancel their date, didn’t inform her where he went or when he gets back, and prefer to hang out with his boyfriends rather than accompany her to go shopping or to the movies. She felt beaten up and unappreciated. I was sympathized on what might had gone through her relationship and in my point of view, this is normal. In the end of the day, she was confused with her relationship. She claims that his boyfriend was lack of commitment and attention. It was partially true. However, the questions remains, does her boyfriend really loved her or not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The equation is simple. A true relationship is based on love and trust. No matter how many times your boyfriends ditches you and cancel your date, the most important is his heart. His feeling towards you is pertinent and crucial more than anything. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are many types of boyfriends in this world.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some might want you for fun. Some might want you for real. Based on my latest research, males have poor skills when it comes expressing their feelings. They want you, but they never showed it. As a result, we felt unappreciated and dump him. When we confront to him regarding this issue, we might see that their face was clueless and finally we leave them speechless. Deep in their heart, he really loves you but fail to express it. This normally happens in our daily lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I may not have a solution for this crisis. However, I have finally come to my senses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear girlfriends, first and foremost, take control of your relationship. Always voice out what you have to say and never hide your feelings. Be strong and bold. I bet some of you girls never tried this,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You ni asyik lepak dengan member you je… kita dah lama tak tengok wayang. Jom la.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trust me! It really worked. Always tolerate with him. Tolerance will balance a relationship so that both parties could enjoy the best of both worlds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, let him be what he wants to be. Don’t be a barrier and a burden to him. The existence of us in his life is to ease him, not to damage him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you prefer your boyfriend say this-?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“weh, aku takleh join korang ah malam ni, awek aku tak bagi..”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“eh, sori ahh. Aku takleh lepak malam ni, awek aku nanti tak kasi..”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Eh, hello. Ini namanya control freak, bukan girlfriend yang memahami. Nak kene label camtu ke? Tanak kan? Tanak kan?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s flip the coin and exchange places. How would you feel if you want to spend time with your girlfriends watching movies and go shopping, or maybe even have a lunch date with your friends – then your boyfriend interfere and won’t let you go out and have fun? How does that feel? Felt controlled? Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a way or another, give him a chance to be a man by allowing him to expand his horizon with his male pals. Each and every guy on this planet only wants two things from his girlfriend; the ones who loved them, and the ones who can understand them. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Be both, then your boyfriend will never ever let you go. These positive traits are the secret ingredients for a long lasting relationship&lt;i&gt; (besides trust, tolerance and casual sex – that’s what my friend who sat beside me claimed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Therefore, as we hit the bottom line, I would like to remind myself that life is an ice-cream. Let’s enjoy it before it melts. Being angry and temper all the time with my boyfriend makes me an uptight person. What the hell, I might get wrinkles at a very young age and I merely don’t want this to happen. One thing I always dreamt of is to be fun and have a bubbly relationship. With the love from God, as the days passed by, my boyfriend and I successfully sort things out and from time to time, we do fight and argue. We often agree to disagree and this is how we strengthen our bond. As we discover another part of ourselves, we finally came to our senses that we love each other. We’re humans, and we’re not perfect. Today we are falling in love, and the next day we are falling apart. C'mon, love is amazing! Don't you think so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahEyjAH4Zb0/TlOs152XFcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8ZMlWBegQXc/s1600/anastasia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahEyjAH4Zb0/TlOs152XFcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8ZMlWBegQXc/s400/anastasia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644044800087233986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOOTNOTE :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I’m not a love expertise or an experienced lover. Not to mention, I’m also not a love counselor. After almost 19 years of living, having 7 exes &amp;amp; unsuccessful relationship in my life encourage me to be a better girlfriend in future and improvise myself to be the best girlfriend ever. As long as I live, I would really love to share my thoughts with those readers who faced the same problem and boyfriend crisis with me &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-3325768573922522784?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3325768573922522784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3325768573922522784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3325768573922522784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3325768573922522784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/08/falling-stars-football-or-girlfriend.html' title='Falling Stars ; Football or Girlfriend?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iduv_VNRaEE/TlOr2Drc4yI/AAAAAAAAAzY/ab61Wt92SKw/s72-c/SoccerMomPinkHeels-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6144391317793975970</id><published>2011-07-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T11:51:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Escape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear World,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it is a part of growing up; to sleep all day, and freak out all night. It is also a part of being a normal teenager to experience another side of the world that might drift us from the right path which is being rebellious, and breaking the rules. Those glorious days are officially one of my everlasting memory! Thank God, I had escape myself from the LIFE that I used to live and addict with since 2007, if I am not mistaken. (Oh boy, I am not a drug addict or a smoker if that is what you think) It is the life that leads me to another world of gaga and madness. The life that was full with neon lights and moshing as the daylight dies. The life that I had never regret of living it and roll with it. The life that taught me about trust, faith, family, and repent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah, I've been wearing the hijab for almost a few months now. I'm sure I'd be lost without His guidance and seriously, I'm starting to enjoy the fact that I am a full-time &lt;b&gt;scraflets&lt;/b&gt; :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, it is an honour for me when one of my friends wanted me to share my experience as a "late-bloomer" of wearing the hijab and share with my loyal readers about all the obstacles that I've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, I would like to thank everyone who had been supporting me since day one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have got to admit, it was hard for me at first to adapt myself with the fact that I am now 'bertudung'. I can't wear short pants, skirts, short sleeves, and baby tees in public like I used to. At first, I was uncomfortable and I felt terrible &amp;amp; annoyed with that 'thing' on my head for almost a day - EVERY DAY! Oh dear, did anyone had ever told you that Malaysia is sooooo hot? =___=" Sometimes I felt like ripping my shirt off and walk naked across the streets! However, with the love from God, I am now successfully a full-time scarflets! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the biggest obstacles that I've been through was my friends. MY EVIL FRIENDS. Those little evil brats who never quits to drag me down. They ambushed me with tons of middle fingered statements and horrible questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"alah, kau bertudung pun, dosa kau pun aku rasa lebih kurang aku je weh!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ini kau mengigau apa nih tetiba pakai selimut atas kepala nih?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"adehhh, kau bukan nya baik sangat pun... tak payah lah weh, buat panas kau je."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oih! ustazah datang! ke tepi, ke tepi, bagi duduk wehhh! cepat cepat, nanti dia bagi tazkirah kang!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know, :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't offended. Nevertheless, I pray to God and seek for forgiveness. I build myself everyday to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to God that my intention of wearing the hijab - not to attract anyone's attention or create another controversial look or following the Hana Tajima &amp;amp; Yuna's fashion trend, or whatever related to those kind of ridiculous reasons! That is clearly absurd! I'm wearing it because I want to improve myself to be a better Muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Although I am now bertudung, it doesn't mean that I can't freak out with my friends &amp;amp; hangout with them or going to movies. It extremely upsets me when my friends isolated me every time we hang out. Their childish behaviour annoys me! They shut me up every time I wanted to talk, and they ignored me when I entered their conversation. At first, I was angry. I was furious! They treated me like I just did the worse crime on earth! I mustered all my courage and strength, and figure out a solution. And I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They are my friends, and they have no right to treat me like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Therefore, without any doubt, I leave the group. I leave them for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If they are my friends, they would have support me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If they are my friends, they would have respect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If they are my friends, they would have stand up for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;because that's what friends are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I know, somewhere out there in this world, there are many human beings on this planet that will always accept us for who we are and who are we. I believe that these people, will always have faith in us and support us. Of course, we must remember ; stick to ourselves and don't let anyone drag us down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Back to the main topic of wearing the hijab -I have no idea how fashionable the shawls and scarfs nowadays. They are superbly colourful and stylish! Believe it or not, I am starting to enjoy the twist and turn of the fashionable shawls :-) I wore different style to class everyday and I'm happy with it. I've been experimenting the scarfs from my friends and the internet. It was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;my points is that, be faithful to yourself. One vital thing I have successfully learn from my experience is that, well, do I really need to type it out? :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I swear to God I don't have any intention to brag or to offend anyone in this post. All I wanted to do is to share my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;It's okay girls, just be yourself and always trust yourself :-) remember, there will always a room for improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Footnote;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Although I have "selimut" on my head, =____=" I guess that fact never changed the person inside of me. I am still me, the girl who enjoys hardcore music, being loud, talkative and laughing so hard until I burst into tears. Who I am and who I was. No one can ever change that. I am proud of myself and deep inside of me, I know I am not good enough. :-(  Trust me, I'm trying to better every single day of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"cause you're amazing, just the way you are..." - Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8413677815267740237-6144391317793975970?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6144391317793975970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6144391317793975970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6144391317793975970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6144391317793975970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-escape.html' title='My Sweet Escape!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8925303591667369018</id><published>2011-07-20T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:25:33.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Top 10 Inspirational Females :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The source of inspiration comes in many ways and various means. Books, lyrics, novels, quotes from movies, and even people! No, I don't need to hold a box of tissue and sat in front of the television waiting for Oprah to calm me down and listen to all the amazing inspiring stories to build me up. Currently I am now surrounded by loads of amazing people who never stop motivating me to be better and improve myself. Its not that I don't believe in myself or lack of confidence to put a little faith in myself. Sometimes we do need someone to look up to. Someone who can guide us Thus, I've listed out 10 females that successfully influenced me as long as I live since I was a kid. Okay now readers, here goes my top 10! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;10. KATY PERRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I228oBQH2F0/TicrOr2HK1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/8qCdJ4DZLwk/s1600/7799_katy_perry02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I228oBQH2F0/TicrOr2HK1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/8qCdJ4DZLwk/s400/7799_katy_perry02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631517390337944402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;Please, don't puzzle yourself. Let me introduce you, the one and only, Katy Perry. She&lt;/b&gt; was born in the name of &lt;b&gt;Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson on&lt;/b&gt; October 25th, year 1984 -  is an American singer-songwriter and actress. In a way or another, her songs merely makes me jump up and down and sing along. Besides that, her style is always one of a kind and down to earth. Look! She is totally bubbly, cute, adorable and undeniably - HOT! She has an amazing personality which she always stands up for herself. What I like her the most besides her music is that - she sticks to herself no matter what. For instance, her first pop hit sensation "I Kissed A Girl". In my opinion, it is a very mature and honest song that she wrote. She spills out the truth in a very unique way. Some might said that she is terrible by producing those lesbiany songs - but look at her now. She never afraid of the world. She speaks whats right for her and stands up for her! Two thumbs up KATY PERRY! or shall I say, Mrs. Brand? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &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: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;By showing my true colors to the world and let the world see what am I made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &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: 19px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;9. SHEILA MINHAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6nn471otR0/TicuwQ5ebkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/M3bCVkiWOiQ/s1600/sheilaaaa.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6nn471otR0/TicuwQ5ebkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/M3bCVkiWOiQ/s400/sheilaaaa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631521265754730050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know, her name sounds like the famous rapper Nicki Minaj - but noooo... I'm talking about Sheila Minhaj from TTDI, Selangor. She is my roommate. One of the most incredible spectacular person I've never met. She is one hardworking girl who never stops quitting. In my very own eyes, she seems perfect. :-) Everybody likes her. She is funny, talented, modest, lovable, and of course - extremely brilliant! 3.9 CGPA for 2 semesters in a row! AWESOME! How cool is that? However, I swear to God - I witnessed that she works hard for it. She sets her goals and go for it! Well, she is my classmate, and also my roommate. We've been together since orientation day until now. She took care of me when I am sick, and also when I'm drowning with tears. She crack the whole room up with her interesting stories and jokes. Frankly, I envied her in many sorts of ways. I wish I can be someone like her. Push away all the trivial matters and prioritize my life. I mean, c'mon! You guys should see her study table - it is soooo clean and super duper neat! Unlike mine, it is full with stuffs and sometimes messy and "sempit" and pinky-ish, and err.... okay. next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &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: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; " &gt;She makes me believe that anything is impossible in this world unless you work hard for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"  &gt;8. SHARPAY EVANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWA049J3YA/TiczKN-xqxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wL_2yW-mrCE/s1600/sharpay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWA049J3YA/TiczKN-xqxI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wL_2yW-mrCE/s400/sharpay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631526109694765842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay fine. I know here real name is Ashley Tisdale, but no! The lucky female who gets into my fabulous list is Sharpay Evans. A character from the top of the bop movie Disney's High School Musical. Yes, the movie who force you to sing every now and then. I love Sharpay! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;Sharpay Evans&lt;/b&gt; is one of the best characters in the series and serves the purpose of antagonist. Sharpay and her lovely but very &lt;a href="http://high-school-musical.wikia.com/index.php?title=Annoying&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Annoying (page does not exist)" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; "&gt;annoying&lt;/a&gt; twin brother &lt;a href="http://high-school-musical.wikia.com/wiki/Ryan_Evans" title="Ryan Evans" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt; are the co-presidents of the &lt;a href="http://high-school-musical.wikia.com/wiki/East_High" title="East High" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; "&gt;East High&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://high-school-musical.wikia.com/wiki/Drama_Club" title="Drama Club" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Drama Club&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;Sharpay is first shown to be a self-centered drama queen who loves to be, and often is, in the spotlight. Well, I never thought I would say this but what's wrong being in the spotlight? Or shall I say, swimming in glitters? Isn't it fun? All eyes on you, and you're being the talk of the town? Oh, that's not my point. My point is that - the way she struggles to get to the top. Its merely amazing! I mean it. She fights for it, and never gets tired of losing (seriously, from the first movie till the end, she never quits!) Somehow, when some part of her busy fighting for herself, another part of her screamed "FASHION IS PASSION!" I mean look at her! Just look at her! NON-STOP FABULOUS!! Her pinky-ness never stop her and she is not afraid that people around her would underestimate her power and take her for granted. She struts out in pink and rule her world. Hey Sharpay, I wish you were real! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &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="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Forget about what people might say about me and take control of my life. Too pinky? So what? :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;" &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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;" &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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;" &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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;" &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" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7. VICTORIA BECKHAMS / POSH SPICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjCuaBQZ6BI/Tic2WeCU1hI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sEgDpIMRGbM/s1600/spice%2Bgirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjCuaBQZ6BI/Tic2WeCU1hI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sEgDpIMRGbM/s400/spice%2Bgirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631529618697934354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I spent my childhood years with my family in Scotland, United Kingdom and SPICE GIRLS are phenomenal! Their posters were every wear. As far as I can remember, it was in the year of 1998. This Brit-pop-girly-group are sensational. Their songs are over the place, on the bus, the row of shops, the supermarket, and even at school! Everyone was possessed by their songs and I didn't get left behind. Yes, I was small and naive but there is something about their song that jiggles my whole body. Of course, my favorite was the Posh Spice. Everyone thought I liked the Baby Spices but clearly - they were wrong. I think Posh was extremely hot and eye-catching! My dad used to brought us the whole family and enjoy the Spice World Movie in the cinemas. It was outrages. I was excited and ecstatic! Vicky, - she is poise, beautiful, and yeah - HOT! When I was a kid, I always looked into a mirror, stared into my eyes and convince myself that when I grow up, I will be Posh Spice - always in black, sleek, sexy, and confidence. Of course, here I am now. Just like Posh Spice (except for the body figure I supposed) Honestly, when they were a group, I think that Posh was kinda a bit 'left-behind'. Unlike Ginger Spice, Baby Spice and Sporty Spice, they were outstanding. Posh Spice was always covered by their shadows. Nevertheless, look at her now! When the group falls apart, this Posh turns to be a Bechkam material :-) Viva Forever Posh Spice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No matter how people keep you in the dark, you will always have a chance to shine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;6. ITA SALFARINA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frypzVaaFOs/Tic6WlF4WXI/AAAAAAAAAug/AywWttwIruk/s1600/ITASALFARINA.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-frypzVaaFOs/Tic6WlF4WXI/AAAAAAAAAug/AywWttwIruk/s400/ITASALFARINA.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631534018638403954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well well well, she was my BEL (Basic English Learning) Lecturer when I was in Part 1 Diploma in QS. By looking at this photo above, I know some of you might confused to identify which one is her. She is in the middle of the picture, with a petite figure, and a cute smile. Yeah! That's the one! :-) The one and only lecturer who I can laugh with and share my worries with. When I was in part 2, I entered a Public Speaking competition and she was my cotton candy, my lollipop, and my chocolate bar! (what I'm trying to say is that, she knew how to comfort me and she knew my weaknesses) A day before my Inter-Varsity Public Speaking competition, I went to her room and seek for some advice, and of course, she was always there to help me. She texted me just to check up on me, and she was right beside me when I was in boiling seat waiting for my turn. Turns out to be, I got the 4th place during the Inter-Varsity. I was upset and devastated. I burst into tears for the whole night and hit the sack early. On that same particular night, she texted me again just to see how was I doing. She gave me this long text by saying that, there must be a reason why I didn't win, and God may didn't give me a "winning" in the form of something else - she gave me an example of "Ridhwan". I was laughing hysterically when I read her text. I know she said that just to make me feel better but somehow - a few weeks after that, Ridhwan is officially my boyfriend (until now!) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Be grateful with what I have &amp;amp; always remember to believe in myself. Everything happens for a reason &amp;amp; good things comes in many ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5. INTAN LIYANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEKUaQUb-Z0/Tic_XjdwCXI/AAAAAAAAAuo/J7gXFweXfRw/s1600/INTAAAAAANBEOG.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEKUaQUb-Z0/Tic_XjdwCXI/AAAAAAAAAuo/J7gXFweXfRw/s400/INTAAAAAANBEOG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631539532939659634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She is my bestfriend and my total ultimate girlfriend! We met in the year of 2005 and became close 'till now! Thank God, our friendship remains strong and I hope the bond never breaks! The daughter of Mohd. Fadzil is superbly incredible! She is kind, generous, smart and yeah, lovable! During high school, she was this magnificent girl who everyone in the school wants to be friends with. We hang out every now and then and I swear to God that I'm very lucky to have a bestfriend like her. She understands me very well she knows how I fly and struggle with my life. We cared about each other and she is the only person that I can open up to. We shared secrets and stories. She always give me a hug when I needed one and she is irreplaceable! Honestly when I'm with her, I felt like jumping in the clouds with unicorns and rainbow. She never gave up on me, and she always supports me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friendship is one of the most beautiful relations of all. Without any fuss, confusion, tangles and commitment life becomes a cake-walk if you have a hand of a friend to hold on. It is a divine blessing of God. Don't you agree?  Somehow, I just can't believe what will happen to me next if she is not around. Yes, we might be miles apart now, but she is close at heart. Always! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Optima, Lucida, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She inspires me to appreciate the ones I love before its too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love you girlfriend! hihi :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4.  BARBIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBEUSq4wnpE/Tie_3r7pWFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fpox-KGyhNI/s1600/barbie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBEUSq4wnpE/Tie_3r7pWFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fpox-KGyhNI/s400/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631680822456703058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. Barbie is not a human being but somehow I consider her as a FEMALE. :-) LOOK AT HER, SHE IS FLAWLESS! Oh damn it. She inspires me nothing actually - but I really like her tough. I've been obsessing with Barbie dolls since I was a little girl. My mum bought nothing but Barbie dolls and Barbie cards for me when I was a kid. I grew up together with Barbie. I might have grown bigger and wiser but all of my Barbie collections still remains the same. I don't know why, but my there is something about this doll that I really adore about it. Is it because of the blond golden hair? Or perhaps her skinny body A-list model figure? &lt;strike&gt;Yes!&lt;/strike&gt;  Oh I don't know. However, I LOVE BARBIE. My brother even sponsor a Barbie birthday cake for my Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party. It was amazingly huge and magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YEDbyII5og/TifGr0l-_bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/aQg5Ccdlh7g/s1600/BARBIECAKE.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YEDbyII5og/TifGr0l-_bI/AAAAAAAAAu4/aQg5Ccdlh7g/s400/BARBIECAKE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631688315204730290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;she inspires me to lose the excessive weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No, she inspired me to believe that GIRL POWER! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. KAMALITA OMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBm_UKuWQYI/TifLYC3l_WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ucxD3JA41Jk/s1600/aunty%2Bnab.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nBm_UKuWQYI/TifLYC3l_WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ucxD3JA41Jk/s400/aunty%2Bnab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631693472997440866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Proudly presents, my Aunty Nab. My mother's eldest sister. By blood, I am her niece! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Never fails in giving advice and always have her own way to succeed. By comparison, my elder sister is quite close to her. However, her positive traits is enough to influence me to get her in to this list! :-) I wanna be someone like her when I grow old. A wise, religious, poise, motherly, highly-educated, and respectful lady. When my parents went to perform their Haji in the land of Holy - Mecca,  she successfully took care of me and my siblings together with her 5 grandchildren! She cooked for us, take care of our house, and trust me, her cooking was superbly amazing! Just like my mum, they both share the awesome talent : cooking! She cooked the best spaghetti ever! Plus, you should try her homemade cookies! OMG, jaw-dropping I must tell you. She baked a whole set for her youngest daughter's engagement reception. Everyone enjoys it. My aunt is a responsible sister to the whole family. I adore the way she treats the whole family and especially her grandchildren, and how she cares about everyone in the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to be a great cook? no. but to polish myself to be someone like her when I grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a mature adult, not a dramatic fussy old lady. ergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. NABILA NUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-gvd0wFYpo/TifUmBYPWaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/U_ImerYodcc/s1600/bloggygygy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-gvd0wFYpo/TifUmBYPWaI/AAAAAAAAAvI/U_ImerYodcc/s400/bloggygygy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631703608720316834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I adore the most! My one and only sister. She is my diary and my everything. I whine almost about everything to her. A successful lawyer and a Masters graduate at a very young age! A bubbly, crazy and yet matured sister. Having a sister like her is something that a normal girl would dream of. The best part of having her as your sister ; she will sacrifice almost everything that she had in order for her siblings to be happy. Based on my own calculation and measurement, almost 70% of her words that spits out from her mouth which comes from her brain – is positively true. Sometimes it slammed right into my face every time she ambushes me with her mortifying words. She can speak and roar and the same time. I just don’t know how on earth she did it but she just did it. The best part of her as my sister, she really understands me well. She went through my ups &amp;amp; downs and stick with me no matter what. Well, we don’t have much in common but we always knows what’s best for each other. One of the reasons why I updated my posts is because of her. She believes in me. She puts her faith in me and keeps believing that each and every word I wrote is priceless. I love you sis. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FAMILY COMES FIRST, :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;big sacrifices comes with great success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;thanks for everything kak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. LIZA OMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJzcbtTGFwE/TifY3CEjX7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7b2DOEeKraw/s1600/blogmummy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJzcbtTGFwE/TifY3CEjX7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7b2DOEeKraw/s400/blogmummy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631708299010465714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SUPER MOTHER. If Wonder Woman have super powers in order to save the world, my mum only needs love, courage, and sacrifice to save me. Mother's knows best. I completely agree. My mother understands me without knowing why. She knows whenever I woke up wrong side of the bed and how terrible I would be if I'd lost her. Her endless support and wisdom words are my source of happiness! At times, she might be fierce and uptight. She has her own means and method of treating her children. In the end of the day, she is a loving, caring, and angelic mother. She always told me and reminds me that God must comes first and never take for granted when it comes to prayers and Islam. She drag me to the right path with maximum love and she always wanted the best for me and her children. She'll stay up all night to take care of me when I am sick, she'll came up with any solutions just to solve my problems, she'll lend me an ear whenever I'm drowning with my dramatic life, and she knows what do to and what to say when I am down. Hanging out with her is the best part of the day. No matter if its just gossiping at the corner in my bedroom at home or even going out shopping and with her. Wanna talk about style? She knows everything! What to where, which one to ditch, she is like a walking encyclopedia. Every time I stumbled down puzzled, she will always be there and help me to stand up. My mother is a well experienced teacher. Of course, without her guidance, I would be lost by now. I love you Mummy! Forever and Infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How does she inspires me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we are nothing without God, and always praise to Allah for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mum inspires me to never give up and always believe in second chances!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are no problems in this world; there are all challenges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks Mummy! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay readers! There goes my list - for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whoever reads this and owns a blog, I challenge you to create a post &amp;amp; list down all your &lt;b&gt;top 10 Inspirational Females!&lt;/b&gt; (just like I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Share the world about your inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would love to read it ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;GIRL POWER!&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/8413677815267740237-8925303591667369018?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8925303591667369018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8925303591667369018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8925303591667369018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8925303591667369018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-own-top-10-inspirational-females.html' title='My Own Top 10 Inspirational Females :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I228oBQH2F0/TicrOr2HK1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/8qCdJ4DZLwk/s72-c/7799_katy_perry02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4302229193893461965</id><published>2011-07-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:52:21.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Will I be Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In my own perspective - Love can be celebrated in many ways. Some might celebrate it annually, or some might celebrate it monthly. Worse, some couples decide that it is just a waste of time celebrating love. Thus, there are various types of celebrating love - some might score a goal with sex, or a hot date and maybe even a cute romantic day date.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, the best way to celebrate love, is by marriage. Tie the knot and kiss the bride! Somehow, a friend of mine once said that weddings are amazing, but marriage is hard. I don't know - maybe? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Divorce rates are racing the matrimonial charts across continents. The reasons are many but resolutions taken are none. &lt;/span&gt; I guess the perfect ingredient for a happy and healthy relationship is trust and commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;The question is, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;where will I be next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;Several of my cousins are now getting married and my sister is next in-line. The whole family is now ecstatic by the wedding fever and I'm still wondering where will I be next? Am I going to be a housewife and marry to a billionaire? Or maybe, I'd stuck being a loner, a single lady, a workaholic, and never get married? What if the cupid lost his arrows and my love life keeps falling apart? Am I going to die young? Crap. I can't paint the big picture and I wish I can predict my future - I guess it's easier that way isn't? My cousin is now successfully married to a Kelantanese &lt;strike&gt;yeah, me too! me too! lek, lek...gewe aku pom ore Kota Bharu jugop! hehehe :3 syg dy! gilo deh! huisyh! heeee! *okay, bab ni serious aku rasa ramai family aku tatau nihh! haha! shhhhhh&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sumpah omg aku merepek meraban! takpe, practice lagi pasni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I wish both of them all the best :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;Well, okay okay. I might not be able to answer my question on &lt;b&gt;"where will I be next?"&lt;/b&gt; but I do have an alternative solution for that question. I have invented a back up plan for my life and I am now successfully have made up my mind. Here is a little secret. I am a very optimistic person. I am not a control freak but I'm well organized. I plan almost everything. I plan on what to eat for lunch although I just woke up from bed, I plan what to wear to class for the following day, I plan on which day should I check my Facebook and I even plan for my dates! OMG, I wish I can google my future now, print the page, and paste it on my forehead. Some might came up with a conclusion that I am a perfectionist. Seriously speaking - I doubt it. I make mistakes all the time. Second little secret ; I worry too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;Once, I cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;hysterically when I found out that my favourite flip-flops were gone. Gone as in missing. I cursed and spit out all the horrifying words. With the love from God, it turns out that my roommate wore it to toilet and had a massive "blow-out" which took like 30mins. I know, what the hell right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;So back to the question - In conjunction with the wedding fever and my future, I had finally relate it together and came up with a plan. *and I hope my dearest boyfriend reads this! :-) &lt;strike&gt;awak! cepat tengok! cepaaaaaat heee!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6oQoL_elQ8/ThyLercy87I/AAAAAAAAAss/MibcdAzrAXY/s1600/me%2Band%2Byou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6oQoL_elQ8/ThyLercy87I/AAAAAAAAAss/MibcdAzrAXY/s400/me%2Band%2Byou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628526993482118066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Happy Couple :-) met in July 2010, Diploma in QS from Faculty of Architecture, Planning &amp;amp; Surveying of UiTM Perak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. We graduated, InsyaAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. OMG I can hear the wedding bells! &lt;strike&gt;excited sangat sampai KENDURI kasi BESAR PUNYA! haha!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Happy Family in progress - starts with a baby girl, auuuwwww :3 &lt;strike&gt;cop! if its a girl, I want it to be Laila :-) comel tak? comel tak?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. And my Laila grows up and we're going on our annual vacation overseas. &lt;strike&gt;awak, kita nak pergi Las Vegas boleh tak syg? haha!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. My Laila went to college, oh damn. She is all grown up~ TC baby girl, :') mummy loves you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. With God's blessings, we stay together, always and forever :') I wanna grow old with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;Oh yeah, I know. Everyone wants this right? Be together and stay forever? Am I right? Yes. Thus, this is my answer to my question. :-) A Quantity-Surveyor couple in progress and a long-lasting relationship in the making! To those who can't figure out what I'm trying to say, you might be not mature enough or most probably still underage. Therefore, please pick your nose and jump out the window at the same time. My illustration answer is only required to those who really are in the same boat as mine. If you still don't get what I'm saying, I think you might consider yourself as minor age category. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;Okay, let's talk now people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDDINGS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;I love weddings. Yes, I do mean by the free food but no. I ain't going to emphasize on that. Let me cut the cake for you. It's about commitment. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;Needless to say, there are so many things that need to be prepared and planned for having the most memorable wedding celebration. Choosing the right wedding decorations can easily make a very simple wedding venue a sensational one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;The wedding ceremony and the celebrations that follow it will be mark as the beginning of the journey of a couple. With that said, everything must be near perfect to be sure that every person taking part in it will always cherish this day. From the simple choice of what place card holders to use to the wedding favors, the couple should plan everything hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;Wedding decorations, themes and favors are what can make a wedding celebration a fantastic one. See here what the couple decide to make great choices which are from the simple place card holders to the exquisite and unique candle wedding favors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;As a result, with a mixture of teamwork, collaboration, tolerance, and not to mention love, a dream wedding is produced.  :-) I envy these two love doves who successfully tie their knot on the 2nd of July. I was there and I witnessed almost everything. The whole family helped them to manage and arrange the wedding ceremony. It might not be a blast like the Kate &amp;amp; William's royal ceremony - but it is enough to satisfy everyone around us and it was memorable. A permanent event. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To dearest cousin Esma Nawal, congratulations &amp;amp; for Zulkawamal, welcome to the family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May God bless both of you with endless love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iYOMxqkk_s/ThySNopKHsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/RidRApNkaSE/s1600/kakema1blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7EovoLZ3Eg/ThySNfz5oYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/avgADrkRxwo/s400/kakema4blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628534394881417602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2RLmExwL24/ThySNCgbU6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/1oN6eA6IBxY/s1600/kakema3blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2RLmExwL24/ThySNCgbU6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/1oN6eA6IBxY/s400/kakema3blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628534387015111586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTje3ole7zc/ThySM1p5MgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Aw1X_yyaU-k/s1600/kakema5blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTje3ole7zc/ThySM1p5MgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Aw1X_yyaU-k/s400/kakema5blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628534383565156866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;well again, congratulations to the both of you :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNwrkzRgRbo/ThyTZSeXACI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5dgRFtCNzpc/s1600/kakema2blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNwrkzRgRbo/ThyTZSeXACI/AAAAAAAAAtc/5dgRFtCNzpc/s400/kakema2blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628535696971464738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"manusia hanya merancang, Allah s.w.t menentukan segala nya"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;where will I be next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;answer :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;only God knows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8413677815267740237-4302229193893461965?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4302229193893461965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4302229193893461965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4302229193893461965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4302229193893461965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-will-i-be-next.html' title='Where Will I be Next?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6oQoL_elQ8/ThyLercy87I/AAAAAAAAAss/MibcdAzrAXY/s72-c/me%2Band%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6049531048613951965</id><published>2011-06-13T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:58:08.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Party :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLXFpNzuVwc/TgoxiIDf5nI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3Xxh3z249Sk/s1600/blog%2Bkek.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mro9XtwyLLk/Tf4DIsD-6dI/AAAAAAAAAqU/64tRnIaoACE/s320/blog4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619932832806660562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXXlJaoa3Io/Tf4DIfOGmgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4MlrtgadAuk/s1600/BLOG6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXXlJaoa3Io/Tf4DIfOGmgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4MlrtgadAuk/s320/BLOG6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619932829359446530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmspSvjTslM/Tf4DH3qvXeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lasjVIqSG-0/s1600/blog5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmspSvjTslM/Tf4DH3qvXeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lasjVIqSG-0/s320/blog5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619932818742140386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 19 years of living, I think I've narrowed down my thoughts and came into a conclusion. I'm not good at celebrating birthdays or even delivering birthday wishes :-( especially when it comes to boyfriend-lovey-dovey's birthday. I still remembered a few years ago, I gave a handmade card and a Giordano T-shirt to my boyfriend and he told me the card was useful - as in, he used it to wrap his chewing gum. =___=" Am I that bad? Or even worse? Hmmm..  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A big gigantic sorry to all my exes - I know, I suck =.='&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this year, I vow to be a better girlfriend! I decided to throw a surprise party for him :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought for him a basic &lt;b&gt;Topman&lt;/b&gt; Sweater and a laptop backpack. He always wanted and admiring of having a Topman sweater and he really needs a new bag! *Yes, he needs one! I mean it, HE NEEDS ONE! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I joined forces with Una, who happens to be Fariz's darling girlfriend, to plan this mini surprise party. However, we decided to throw the surprise party for all the June Babies instead of our boyfriends. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ridhwan, Nuaiman, Fariz, and Ashrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy Birthday Guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like I've mentioned earlier, I'm not good at delivering birthday wishes. Nothing I can think of except - May Allah s.w.t will shower you with more health, wealth, and endless guidance. *told ya! I'm lame =___="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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"&gt;All in all, it doesn't matter how we celebrate the day of our birth, we must always remember that each day that we're livin' in, is a gift from God :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8413677815267740237-6049531048613951965?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6049531048613951965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6049531048613951965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6049531048613951965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6049531048613951965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-party.html' title='The Surprise Party :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLXFpNzuVwc/TgoxiIDf5nI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3Xxh3z249Sk/s72-c/blog%2Bkek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8453595198892051390</id><published>2011-05-28T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T04:24:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money CAN Buy Happiness - Dare to Disagree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pFyYJSVdoY/TeDaMK__CcI/AAAAAAAAApI/qNCy2CcOSsk/s1600/lovee.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yF01dp-IVu8/TeDYRaLcBTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Rr003QIjwmo/s1600/loveeee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yF01dp-IVu8/TeDYRaLcBTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Rr003QIjwmo/s320/loveeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611722929300309298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There comes a time in our life when we start to agree with the old saying that&lt;b&gt; “money can’t buy happiness”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of us, the more cynical or maybe the “realists”, as we like to call ourselves, will say that maybe &lt;b&gt;“indeed, money cannot buy happiness in its pure form, but it sure can buy loads of things that will make one happy”. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;I don't mean to sound callous and imply that people can be bought. We don't need to look at it as money buying happiness and love. We just need to think of it as money is the means by which we acquire the things in life that makes us happy. I don't think anyone with a dime or two would argue with that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;We humans are programmed to hunt, eat and breed. This is the very thing in life that makes us happy. We can do these things so much easier in this day and time with cash in the bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;We have fulfilled two of our programming with money being the central force in getting us what we need. Now on to the breeding part. You have attracted that new mate with money and fed them and now you say the breeding part is free. No way, new mate just isn't in the mood to make babies unless you can prove you are a good provider and can support that brood. You better have a good job or some inheritance that signals, guess what - money in the bank, "cha ching." Now we are happy. We have come full circle and gotten all we want and need out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fair enough. Whatever. I guess the topic of this post is about &lt;b&gt;MONEY $$$&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JL2PX3wHnRQ/TeDYrkbjs4I/AAAAAAAAApA/gXI6CF6YJM8/s1600/money-happiness-vzhiox.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JL2PX3wHnRQ/TeDYrkbjs4I/AAAAAAAAApA/gXI6CF6YJM8/s320/money-happiness-vzhiox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611723378728874882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's take a look on the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;Money can buy you friendships and lovers, but money can never buy you peace of mind and love. These are the things that are constant and true, and once all of your money has gone, where are your friends then? Who is there to pick up the pieces?  No one. Money can buy you happiness and love... but both are based on a false sense of security. True love and happiness comes from deep within the heart of not just yourself, but of those around you who would have been with you from the very beginning when you had nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;Money can never buy you true love and happiness because those things are within the human heart and mind. Money glosses over those things and produces short bursts of happiness, and then you are down again. Or it may produce a false sense of  love, yet when your money is gone, so too is the person who confessed to loving you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;Money tends to do this to people, and in many cases money is like an mirage, promising all kinds of things, and then when you have them, you suddenly find that you are not happy at all. There is no contentment there, and loneliness sets in, along with depression. which makes you meaner, and snappy, which then means you are going round in circles, trying to find happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;Fine, I have made up my mind. My conclusion is :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BASED ON THIS PROFIT-FOCUSED WORLD THAT WE ARE LIVING IN RIGHT NOW, MONEY DOES NOT BUY HAPPINESS, BUT MONEY IS NOW CRUCIAL &amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IMPORTANT TO EACH HUMAN BEING ON THIS PLANET.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; " &gt;p/s: I hate to say this, but I always imagine how my life could be after I get married and I'm broke. I don't want my children to eat sand for breakfast and cucumber for dinner! :-( I want my kids to be happy and I want my family to be happy. The equation is simple. If they are happy, I am happy. Back to the statement, will my kids be happy if they have to eat sand &amp;amp; cucumber for a living?! NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;For the ones who would be willing to agree that sometimes the best things in life are free, - let’s be good friends and let’s love with all our heart, and just to paraphrase a song I like - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“I’ve gotta feeling, that &lt;strike&gt;tonight’s&lt;/strike&gt; this life is gonna be a good &lt;strike&gt;night&lt;/strike&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;C'mon people, this is MY POINT OF VIEW. Chill~ :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u14y8QiKDiQ/TeDavBzREHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/FZsPtqdJOPM/s1600/lovee.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u14y8QiKDiQ/TeDavBzREHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/FZsPtqdJOPM/s320/lovee.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611725637175808114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-8453595198892051390?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8453595198892051390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8453595198892051390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8453595198892051390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8453595198892051390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/05/money-can-buy-happiness-dare-to.html' title='Money CAN Buy Happiness - Dare to Disagree?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yF01dp-IVu8/TeDYRaLcBTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Rr003QIjwmo/s72-c/loveeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1742850764656814838</id><published>2011-05-22T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:42:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You blog, I blog, WE BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIPgWhqoOuI/TdlKoJYswjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DbzrHp5HWIo/s1600/blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIPgWhqoOuI/TdlKoJYswjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DbzrHp5HWIo/s320/blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609596864441401906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, someone asked me, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;why do I blog?&lt;/span&gt; Well, my answer might be dramatic but my point is simple. I blog because I want to. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blogging is another way how I talk to the world. How I see things from my angle, perspective, and understanding.&lt;/span&gt; I love to put myself at the corner of the Earth and see all the real life actions pass right in front of me from my own view. I'll witness each and every step how human respond to their own lives and how they fight for their future. Sometimes I conclude things differently. This is only because I enjoy relating my personal matters with the conclusion that I've analysed. Thus, I will find it interesting when I narrow down all the possibilities of life, combined with my experience &amp; personal issues. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The outcome may not be big and great - but it is enough to satisfy me, myself, and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do I blog?&lt;/span&gt; Answers that you might here from other bloggers are - how they share their real life experiences and how they express their feelings through words. Well, I do have one common thing with them. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sharing&lt;/span&gt;. Just like them, I do share with the world about my experiences. Some people will learn from other people's experience, but some other people read just for the sake of updating other people's lives. Some blogs are just awesome. I love how they deliver their thoughts and how they crap about their lives. I never get bored reading it. They make it interesting with their super duper language and some of them inserted humors - which I love the most. I have to admit, I am not a funny person but I do love to laugh. I laugh a lot. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw-ywx_0LCc/TdlKycfZVtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/j6kK86yN7eU/s1600/blog-blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw-ywx_0LCc/TdlKycfZVtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/j6kK86yN7eU/s320/blog-blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609597041368454866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;However, some blogs are just crazily obsessed with decorations. The words? Absurd! Crap is better than bullshits. So basically they bullshit almost everything. OMG, some bloggers enjoy blogging about what they eat in the morning, what they had for lunch, and kept babbling why they can't sleep at night and ended up facebooking - all over and over again. Therefore, it makes their blog redundant. They write the same thing all over again. I believe they do have the idea of writing, and I'm impressed. It's just that - it's boring. I swear to god I don't enjoy reading blogs with the same story but different subject. It's annoying! Worse, the emotional blogs. Seriously I don't want to crap about that one.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Either way, here is my question&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=12&gt;Can we make a living from blogging?&lt;/font size=12&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whatever it is, I have reached to my own conclusion of this ugly post. I'm quite amazed that tons of Malaysians are now blogging. I'm proud of it, I really am. Thus, keep writing people! Cause I never stop reading :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1742850764656814838?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1742850764656814838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1742850764656814838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1742850764656814838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1742850764656814838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-blog-i-blog-we-blog.html' title='You blog, I blog, WE BLOG'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eIPgWhqoOuI/TdlKoJYswjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DbzrHp5HWIo/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-803497894228889351</id><published>2011-05-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:59:29.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBxNELnrYQ0/TdVs-erto1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/CmCfE6UwxjA/s1600/optimistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBxNELnrYQ0/TdVs-erto1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/CmCfE6UwxjA/s320/optimistic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608508731603919698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might label me as a hypocrite. Some label me as a pervert. Worse, some already labelled me as a dependent childish baby. I don't mind. This is life as we know it. We never get to satisfy other people's wants and needs. I know who I am and what I am made of. I always remind myself that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I am who I am, and your approval is neither desired nor required"&lt;/span&gt;. Once, I tried to change myself just to fit in and to impress people. However, it didn't work out and turned out to be something I had never expected. Therefore, since that particular moment, I swore to myself; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;be myself, only me, always me, and forever me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it this way, the definition of being a normal human is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;subjective&lt;/span&gt;. You don't have to agree about what people might say about you. The Earth is the stage. The humans are the actors &amp; actresses. The life, is a drama. However, I still believe that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm an actress - but without the script&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The script is all about how you handle yourself, and plan for what happens next. Based on the film industry, the person who create the script is the director - and not the actress. Thus, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I prefer NOT to have a script and roll the dice&lt;/span&gt;. I decide to gamble with my own future. Well this doesn't mean that I don't have goals to score or dreams to achieve. I do - but the truth that lays underneath my statement is that : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO ONE CAN EVER CONTROL MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an illustration, people only see what the saw. Physical doesn't mean anything. It portrays nothing but a show. It's all about presenting. How you present yourself to your friends, family, and the whole citizen of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, well yes, I have a baby face, and a squeaky voice. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Childish&lt;/span&gt;, as what my friends would say. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Grow up Naura!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they shouted. People will always relate from what they saw to what they experienced and what they speak - as an output. My friends may think that they know me very well. So well that they can even judge me. &lt;strike&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/strike&gt; Don't judge a person by its look, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 13&gt;Some trivia/facts that people and my friends might don't know about me :-&lt;/font size=13&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I can be a little sensitive when it comes to feelings.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be very bold, strong, and determined, when it comes to competition and winning.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll get pretty emotional when it comes to relationships &amp; love.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not quite a casual person (if you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nothing can bring me down except for jealousy =_="&lt;br /&gt;7. I can &lt;strike&gt;crap, babble, bullshits&lt;/strike&gt; talk all day long and I never get bored of talking. Seriously, I don't :)&lt;br /&gt;8. My dark past taught me how to appreciate life and live life to the max.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't really give a damn to those people who hate me. &lt;br /&gt;10. I wish I can write I DON'T CARE on my forehead so that everyone can see what I'm serving the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everything depends on how we think and what we believe. Some people did label me as a cold hard plastic bitch once, and I give them a middle finger statement for that. Well guess what? Nobody knows that behind that hardcore solid girl, I was broken inside and drowning in my own tears. I felt hurt, wrecked and destroyed. In order to motivate myself, I pretend to be one of those rebellious person. I fight against the assaults but I wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world teach us many things about life. How to respect people, and how we treat ourselves. Each people have their own perspective about life and respect. Each angle gives us different directions that will lead our brain to think. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Think, not judge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njskvOzo_VQ/TdV1PMbhX5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/KLmq1fSSc8s/s1600/paperbagfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njskvOzo_VQ/TdV1PMbhX5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/KLmq1fSSc8s/s320/paperbagfan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608517814854967186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stop hiding&lt;/span&gt; and never fear with what people might say about us. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To make things easy, okay then. Fine. Just set your mind that those people out there never stop talking about you because you're damn famous and hell they are just being jealous!&lt;/span&gt; Too much? Well, that's why &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a Drama Queen&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p/s : Always act like your wearing an invisible crown on your head and strut away your life! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-803497894228889351?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/803497894228889351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=803497894228889351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/803497894228889351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/803497894228889351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing-but-ourselves.html' title='Nothing but Ourselves'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBxNELnrYQ0/TdVs-erto1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/CmCfE6UwxjA/s72-c/optimistic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5125911106574338195</id><published>2011-03-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:40:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>An acquaintance of mine told me something that she was superbly proud of, which was something she didn't have. Her virginity. I stared into her eyeballs as I swallowed the truth. She laughed and smiled. Her laughter was different than the usual. An unidentified statement laying underneath her laughter. I frowned. Suddenly the space went silent. The silent which forced her to act beyond my expectations. She leaned her body towards mine as our eyes met. She grabbed my waist and hold it firmly. Her eyes were roaring with maximum lust and full power of passion and desire. I can hear herself breathing, as her fingers scrolled with excitement over my numb body. My body was out there performing and response to each &amp; every move she invented. I can hear myself moaned as she nibbled my ear and let all the work done by the gesture of her tongue. I didn't move. I didn't move. I didn't move. Was I enjoying the moment? My mind went empty as she wagged her tongue, the slippery and the ticklish. Damn girl, you're amazing! I was screaming inside for more. I spread my legs willingly as she stripped down my white basic tee and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"HOI MAKCIK, DAH NAK NAIK MATAHARI NIH, TANAK SUBUH KE MAKCIK?! BANGUN, BANGUN, BANGUN!!"&lt;/span&gt; what the-? -___-" right, thank you FRIEND. I leaned against my bedroom wall as my mind starts running with trillions of questions when I jumped out from bed. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh God, what was that?&lt;/span&gt; I was completely shivering and shocked. I am not ready yet to be kissed or even touched. All in all, I strongly believe that I am not interested in girls - in the sexual way. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm straight, completely straight&lt;/span&gt; and yes, I respect others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ceh, mimpi =___="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, okay. This is what I get for not performing my Isya' prayer before I went to bed. A nightmare. (or shall I say, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sexy nightmare&lt;/span&gt;?) Well either way, I've learned my lesson. I was so gloomy on the night before and extremely sleepy. Thus I ran to my bed and hit the sack. I skipped my Isya' prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ya Allah, forgive me for what I've sinned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;p/s : Always remember that Allah s.w.t will always comes first no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5125911106574338195?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5125911106574338195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5125911106574338195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5125911106574338195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5125911106574338195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/03/dirty-laundry.html' title='The Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1904783028102309328</id><published>2011-03-17T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:15:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulousity in PINK :-)</title><content type='html'>OKAY FINE, I'VE BEEN OBSESSING WITH PINK COLOUR SINCE I'M IN MY MUMMY'S BELLY!&lt;br /&gt;*mummy's belly? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAH KAU MELAMPAU LAH NAURA&lt;/span&gt;. (-__-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, PINK is my addiction. Always and forever. I don't know why, but somehow the colour makes me feel confident, strong, and yet girlish &amp; feminine at the same time. I still remember how I used to dress up from head to toe with pink school bag, pink files, pink socks, pink books, pink stationaries, with pink bottle, when I was in school. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(okay fine, sampai sekarang kot. HAHA!) &lt;/span&gt;Yes, without any doubt, looking back on those dark moments, it hurts when people actually disgust me just because of my favourite colour. They treated me like I'm sort of like a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/span&gt; material :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, who cares. I love the way how I love myself so basically &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT DO I CARE?&lt;/span&gt; :-) Okay peeps! Here is SOMETHING that I've been dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY DREAM HOUSE ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie’s Malibu dream house is designed by Jonathan Adler in honor of blonde’s 50th birthday. The 3,500 square foot home features a really chic interior with such things as a chandelier made of Barbie hair, a sunburst mirror made from 65 Barbie dolls and a closet filled with thousands of shoes. The master bedroom, the closet and some other things are made in bright pink color that has always been great association to the “client”. An in-house museum features 25 vintage Barbie dolls on display. A pink Volkswagen New Beetle with a motorized pop-up vanity in the trunk is usually parked in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkTaegSeHWI/TYH6GU7D6FI/AAAAAAAAAl4/84MkVZbX0t0/s1600/7%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkTaegSeHWI/TYH6GU7D6FI/AAAAAAAAAl4/84MkVZbX0t0/s320/7%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019999518713938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IClRfy3nRBQ/TYH6GPfC7zI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Eb4SFPQ5-5g/s1600/9%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-6-554x369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IClRfy3nRBQ/TYH6GPfC7zI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Eb4SFPQ5-5g/s320/9%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-6-554x369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019998059032370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry3XWQxV7c0/TYH6Fqc2UqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_j8G6ELYVnU/s1600/1%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-10-554x368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ry3XWQxV7c0/TYH6Fqc2UqI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_j8G6ELYVnU/s320/1%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-10-554x368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019988117705378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bziNjppClVU/TYH6FjesQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/H5EZEwFCKB0/s1600/12%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-0-554x377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bziNjppClVU/TYH6FjesQKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/H5EZEwFCKB0/s320/12%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-0-554x377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019986246385826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L2GqFFgUwY/TYH6FOg5Z-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CxFrUqe8MYg/s1600/11%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-13-554x368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L2GqFFgUwY/TYH6FOg5Z-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CxFrUqe8MYg/s320/11%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-13-554x368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019980618491874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEw5VYu6QCc/TYH7K3eiTcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r0RSRgTZQcQ/s1600/5%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-15-554x368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEw5VYu6QCc/TYH7K3eiTcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r0RSRgTZQcQ/s320/5%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-15-554x368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021177025416642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBeo4uApO5k/TYH7KbZXHbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bNn9rGaT0Yk/s1600/4%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-14-554x367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBeo4uApO5k/TYH7KbZXHbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bNn9rGaT0Yk/s320/4%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-14-554x367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021169487519154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIKj1T6KUWE/TYH7KMVbSMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xvz9suZ4nU0/s1600/10%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AIKj1T6KUWE/TYH7KMVbSMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xvz9suZ4nU0/s320/10%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021165444483266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0k5jDHDoII/TYH7J1sLBTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VC-opHncUeg/s1600/2%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-11-554x368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0k5jDHDoII/TYH7J1sLBTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/VC-opHncUeg/s320/2%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-11-554x368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021159365870898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we can conclude that this house is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPER DUPER PARADISE&lt;/span&gt; :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I WANT IT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I WANT IT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I WANT IT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I WANT IT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WANT IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1904783028102309328?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1904783028102309328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1904783028102309328&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1904783028102309328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1904783028102309328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/03/fabulousity-in-pink.html' title='Fabulousity in PINK :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkTaegSeHWI/TYH6GU7D6FI/AAAAAAAAAl4/84MkVZbX0t0/s72-c/7%2Bbarbie-dream-malibu-house-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2625178556437926645</id><published>2011-02-23T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:27:18.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twisted Truth ; Everyone Has Secrets</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Naura and one thing for sure I know about life is ; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYONE HAS SECRETS&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, I believe in sharing. I share almost everything with my sister and my besties; from the twisted truth, the sacred secrets to dirty little lies and naughty burning fire of hell. Somehow I am now blessed to have friends and family who always have faith in me in every inch and every way. Thus, they kept pouring their little secrets and sharing it with me because they believe in me. By the force of nature, I’ll do my part as an understanding and a responsible human being by zipping my lips and swallow the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“She told me that I told you that she told him that he told her that you told me that I told her that...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To simplify the equation of life; without secrets, there won’t be any gossips. Of course, without gossips, there won’t be any spice in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear things out, I’m not the kind of girl who invites drama every day just to scoop the juicy gossips in everyday life to live, or love to create scenes just to be the talk of the town. I have to admit sometimes it pissed me off and it drives me hysterically crazy when I get sucked into a drama.  At that moment, I’ll show the other side me, the true dark colours by releasing my rage &amp; temper, and without any hesitation I’ll stuck up the middle finger up high – hell I don’t give a damn!&lt;br /&gt;I smile and laugh a lot when I’m happy but I swear and curse a lot when I’m angry.  I can be a very good friend, but I can be a pretty bad damn enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other people, I don’t actually enjoy the moment when people start to twist the truth behind my back. The more twisted it gets, the more complicated my life will be and the more difficult for me to escape from the horrifying lies. People will talk. Hell they will keep on talking until we fall hard on the ground, panting and suffering. Not many of us realize that when we fall, it actually makes us stronger when we deal with the difficult situations and fight for the truth. I have to agree that shit does happen and when it happens, only God knows how it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of pretending and I’m done spreading my fake smile to the world, and to the whole citizen of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to face the music that I’m not a saint or a nymph and the perfect time to come clean now. No more playing around the bushes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the ability to invent a time machine or turn back the clock and reverse the time. One thing I can sum up about life; IT GOES ON. Life doesn’t have an undo button or the reset button. Therefore I can’t run from my mistakes and pretend it never happens. There is always a price to pay. I never regret of anything I did because I’ve learnt my lessons. By learning my lessons, I vow to be a better person ever single day. I’m just a normal human being trying to make the best of my life. Just so you know, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;everyone has secrets&lt;/span&gt;. *wink! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2625178556437926645?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2625178556437926645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2625178556437926645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2625178556437926645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2625178556437926645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/02/twisted-truth-everyone-has-secrets.html' title='The Twisted Truth ; Everyone Has Secrets'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-382820203882235867</id><published>2011-02-23T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:21:48.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess of Talking :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ADZN51QlPU/TWXSdEKSXxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QjnjRlHY6lI/s1600/prof%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ADZN51QlPU/TWXSdEKSXxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QjnjRlHY6lI/s320/prof%2Bpic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577095110343155474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I just won &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BEST SPEAKER OF UiTM PERAK 2011&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;I’m proudly representing the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faculty of Architecture, Planning and Surveying&lt;/span&gt;  - also the Champion of Public Speaking Inter Faculty for the Prepared Speech category, and the Runner-up for Impromptu Speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFYEn7gDvHU/TWXSobFDtNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U7hbxfRKjXQ/s1600/prof%2Bpic%2Bii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFYEn7gDvHU/TWXSobFDtNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U7hbxfRKjXQ/s320/prof%2Bpic%2Bii.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577095305473799378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes I love to talk and I just can't help it :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the love from God, I will be representing UiTM Perak for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inter-Varsities Public Speaking Competition&lt;/span&gt; on the 8th of March 2011 at the Dewan Serba Guna of UiTM Perak with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dahlan Daim&lt;/span&gt;. (Hello Dahlan!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5t_ZHIghBI/TWXTOwoqeDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/e3mVcDnz-Xw/s1600/IMG_5561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5t_ZHIghBI/TWXTOwoqeDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/e3mVcDnz-Xw/s320/IMG_5561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577095964095313970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;meet Dahlan Daim, the champion of Impromptu Speech :-) Art &amp; Design student ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KEY TO SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;I only hold on to these three things when I was on stage.  Firstly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONFIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;. Secondly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ATTRACT THE AUDIENCE&lt;/span&gt;. Thirdly, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IMPRESS THE JURY&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, if you mustered these three elements, you’ll gained more than you expect. &lt;br /&gt;My heart was blooming with joy when they announce that I was the Champion of Public Speaking for the Prepared Speech. Swear to God, I thought I was terrible during my impromptu speech. Clearly, my speech successfully impress the juries and I was the runner-up for the Impromptu Speech category. No words can be expressed when my name was announced as the Best Speaker of UiTM Perak 2011. I jumped with joy and I smiled all the way as I walked along the aisle. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SECRET INGREDIENTS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To impress the jury, try to attract the audience with sense of humour and illustrate the examples by sharing with them your personal thoughts about our daily lives. I talked to them, not at them. I’m glad everything turned out to be more than I expected. From what I’ve learnt, nothing can stop you if you have high-level of confidence. Once the confident feeling manipulates you, nothing will able to let you down. Thus, be strong, bold and confident.&lt;br /&gt;Body language, and hand gesture. Not to mention, eye contact too. These three aspects are very crucial for public speaking. To score bonus points, don’t fool yourself, but do things that will make you stand in the spotlight among other contestants. For instance, I’m the only participant who actually has the guts to sing the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt; song as an example. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Hello people, I have my point okay, it’s not that I’m making a fool of myself by stupidly singing that song. Absolutely NO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was, stay casual and be myself. Don’t be serious, unless if you want the audience to sleep and snore while you’re giving your speech. Haha! Serious is boring and outdated. Just be bold, confident and casual – the complete package! The most important thing is, don’t be afraid to show the world that you are capable of doing anything. Don’t hide yourself with that awkward serious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;CREDITS TO &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALIAH OTHMAN&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE PICTURES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; p/s; I LOVE YOU MEGGY ♥ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXM5A8-GoE/TWXV7cwjPhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mTOZCQRa6vU/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXM5A8-GoE/TWXV7cwjPhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mTOZCQRa6vU/s320/IMG_5491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577098930877054482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VOtDlf-be4/TWXV7FTC9_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OzKR4d4NUYY/s1600/IMG_5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VOtDlf-be4/TWXV7FTC9_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OzKR4d4NUYY/s320/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577098924579289074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9ZcIwvW85s/TWXV61SzUEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JW_EkaWEnc0/s1600/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9ZcIwvW85s/TWXV61SzUEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JW_EkaWEnc0/s320/IMG_5582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577098920283295810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more pictures will be uploaded, I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, before I end this post, I would like to thank to all of my friends and family who have been supporting from day 1. No words can be described how grateful I am having all of you as a part of of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zana, Pija, Sheila, Aliah, Amoi, Ridhwan, Firdaus, Ghazali, Idham, Nuaiman, Fahmy, Ashrie, Fariz.. I really appreciate your support and thank you for being there for me ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;and also to my sister &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nabila Nur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Hi Kak, I know you're reading this! Now get back to work! hihi)&lt;/span&gt; who always motivates me and go through with my ups and downs. My parents, who never stop believing me and I love you guys!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FOOTNOTE :&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS IS &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHARIFAH AMANI&lt;/span&gt;, A MALAYSIAN ACTRESS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb0JuieKljs/TWXZ-fuLgCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I_UOSWsKXbc/s1600/armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb0JuieKljs/TWXZ-fuLgCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/I_UOSWsKXbc/s320/armani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577103381258534946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;AND NOW, THIS IS &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAJWA BASIR&lt;/span&gt;, ONE OF THE PUBLIC SPEAKING CONTESTANT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PyFK8tuKIY/TWXZvcxHnFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WNv8GDkCqpM/s1600/IMG_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PyFK8tuKIY/TWXZvcxHnFI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WNv8GDkCqpM/s320/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577103122767518802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is just me, or do you guys think both of them actually look alike? :-) I wish you guys can actually meet her in person. She is very pretty and adorable. I know, pictures have the ability to trick us but all of you have to trust me on this ; "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUKA DIORANG SERIOUS SAMA!!&lt;/span&gt;" hehe :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-382820203882235867?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/382820203882235867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=382820203882235867&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/382820203882235867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/382820203882235867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/02/princess-of-talking.html' title='The Princess of Talking :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ADZN51QlPU/TWXSdEKSXxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QjnjRlHY6lI/s72-c/prof%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1214807729892730635</id><published>2011-02-10T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:43:51.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Perfumes! Whats hot for 2011? :-)</title><content type='html'>I'm always addicted to perfumes and pleasant smells. I love the moment when people actually told me I smell pretty good. :-) My roommates sometimes always feel annoyed every time I spray my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eau de Parfum&lt;/span&gt; before I leave the room and the fact that I left the whole room smells like spring :-) A perfume is a woman's signature and a true reflection of her personality, perfectly completing any outfit. Besides, a well-chosen perfume, worn with confidence can make us see the woman in a more interesting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some research and perfume hunting online to replace my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Davidoff Cool Water.&lt;/span&gt; Let's take a look what 2011 latest perfume collection offer us ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13hYuFUw9CQ/TVOursCV6tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RkFGUuom8qM/s1600/intimately_yours1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13hYuFUw9CQ/TVOursCV6tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RkFGUuom8qM/s320/intimately_yours1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571989229566028498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David and Victoria Beckham&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intimately Yours&lt;/span&gt; by David &amp; Victoria Beckham is their new perfume. Intimately Yours Women is a sensual perfume, with exotic oriental flavors. Its top notes are bergamot, freesia and pear, while the middle notes are African orange flower, frangipani and lily, and base notes are vetyver, iris and sandalwood. Intimately Your Men has top notes of blood orange, amalfi lemon and green notes, middle notes are lavender, sage and basil, while base notes are vetyver, sandalwood and tonka bean. I guess this couple really know how to impress their fans :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOvE7pZPVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/BjTHQDrn2uI/s1600/marcjacobslolaperfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOvE7pZPVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/BjTHQDrn2uI/s320/marcjacobslolaperfume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571989663253085522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always adore Marc Jacobs's perfume bottle since like forever, Daisy by Marc Jacobs I assume. As for 2011, the amazing, yet soft design of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Lola Velvet"&lt;/span&gt; by Marc Jacobs, with vibrant colors and floral topped bottle, makes you think to the warm, beautiful days of summer. A seductive and warm fragrance created in an extraordinary mixture of fruity top notes of Pink peppercorn, pear d'Anjou and Ruby Red Grapefruit, a heart made of fuchsia peony, rose and geranium, with a base of vanilla, creamy musk and tonka bean. A real femininity statement in a bottle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COLV1M_OYMA/TVOv33U6q8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/yqX5sKI1r3Y/s1600/guessseductiveforwomen75mleaudeparfum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COLV1M_OYMA/TVOv33U6q8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/yqX5sKI1r3Y/s320/guessseductiveforwomen75mleaudeparfum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571990538266782658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guess Seductive for Women&lt;/span&gt;, with its orris root essence, evokes the coquettish and stylish charm with a bold touch. Fruity notes of bergamot, black currants and pear perfectly meets the exotic notes of jasmine, African orange flower and Florentine Orris, everything on a base of vanilla, olibanum and cashmere wood. I think its quite simple yet sexy, but with Guess ; I think the simplicity successfully pleased everyone don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5ywj_Jr3pY/TVOwf6U8xKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ua291VlW5UU/s1600/chanceeautendre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5ywj_Jr3pY/TVOwf6U8xKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ua291VlW5UU/s320/chanceeautendre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571991226266993826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Chanel never let me down! :-) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chance Eau Tendre&lt;/span&gt; is a new perfume, the romantic and fruity-floral interpretation of the already famous Chance Eau from Chanel. Created by Jacques Polge, in-house perfumer at Chanel, Chance Eau Tendre is a special mingling of delicacy and radiance, of grapefruit and quince with green notes, Jasmine Absolute and White Musk. It is the perfect choice for women who want to play the innocent-seductive game, being both sweet and sensual.Can you just imagine the sweet sensation? Well I do. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOyz3qNxAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/o88u-OZ1Ecw/s1600/nd.9723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOyz3qNxAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/o88u-OZ1Ecw/s320/nd.9723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571993768171521026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Radiance&lt;/span&gt; is a new perfume from the famous pop star Britney Spears, which will be available on the market in September 2010. Her ninth fragrance is a feminine blend of red berries, delicate flower petals and soft musk, packed in a bold and girly, light blue and pink bottle, decorated with fake rhinestones. The alluring aroma of the composition includes notes of berries, tuberose, jasmine, orange blossom, iris and musk. The fragrance was created under the patronage of the Elizabeth Arden brand. I love the fact that Britney now is trying so hard to impress us, and this time, she nailed it. I'm proud of you Britney! Keep it going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOx1U1sTGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EAP4Zm6oHTU/s1600/chloelovenewfrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOx1U1sTGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EAP4Zm6oHTU/s320/chloelovenewfrag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571992693672528994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥It seems like the most famous and most women-would-die-for for this year's perfume is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Love, Chloé”&lt;/span&gt; is the new fragrance for women by Chloé, “a celebration of radiant, generous, spontaneous femininity”. With notes including orange blossom, pink pepper, iris absolute, lilac, hyacinth, wisteria blossom, heliotropine, powdery musks, talc and rice powder, “Love, Chloé” embodies light and sensual elements into a scent that softens the skin. The bottle has this classic design with a soft combination of pink and golden metallic tones and a chain tying the cap to the bottle. Hell, the bottle looked sophisticated! :-) More bonus points ; Supermodel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Raquel Zimmermann&lt;/span&gt; is the face of the new perfume in an ad made by Roman Coppola. C'mon, let's spread some smell people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1214807729892730635?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1214807729892730635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1214807729892730635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1214807729892730635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1214807729892730635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-perfumes-whats-hot-for-2011.html' title='Hello Perfumes! Whats hot for 2011? :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13hYuFUw9CQ/TVOursCV6tI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RkFGUuom8qM/s72-c/intimately_yours1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1068970211585428302</id><published>2011-02-09T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:53:59.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates, Kiss &amp; Tell ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dL7iSY39ZEc/TVOLZHuWlyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gl-85y_dbi8/s1600/kishandtel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dL7iSY39ZEc/TVOLZHuWlyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gl-85y_dbi8/s320/kishandtel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571950427673892642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"He kissed me then he fled... But I never kiss and tell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it means publicly retell of one's sexual exploits, often with the aim of revenge or monetary gain. People usually misinterpret this phrase due to the classy sound of this phrase. Kiss and tell is of course a euphemism - firstly, when stories of this sort arise we can take it for granted they will include details of more than just kissing. Also, if as is often the case now, they are printed in tabloid newspapers, sell would be a more appropriate word than tell. It might be thought to be a recent phenomenon, but it dates back to at least the early 18th century and appears in Gabriel Odinsells's comic play The Capricious Lovers in the year of 1726.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Somehow, I am seeing someone right now, but yesterday I went on a date with his friend..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me, I'm just trying to live the life with my own way. I'm not a two-timer, or a cheater. Hell I don't simply spread the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I-LOVE-YOU&lt;/span&gt; quote with all of the guys I've dated. I only say it when I truly mean it :-) Therefore I think it's okay to go on a million trillion billion dates until you met the person you really love. Well there is one little thing that really bugs me which I need to confess; as I grow older, I think I'm not quite a romantic person. I don't know how to behave when I'm on a date. I giggle a lot, I talk a lot, and I laugh most of the times. At some point I love to complain, like a bimbo. =.= Is that okay? 'cause I think its simply annoying. I'm sorry, I think I need to buy this as a guidance. I swear I really need this (at least that's what I thought) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOf1JpYEuI/AAAAAAAAAco/2rQQPE8BYOY/s1600/dating-for-dummies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TVOf1JpYEuI/AAAAAAAAAco/2rQQPE8BYOY/s320/dating-for-dummies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571972899458781922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck, bullshit this dummy book! I'm only 19 and I'm not ready to fall in love again. In fact, I don't even understand what love is! The first thing you pour your love hard, then the next thing "oh, its over. he's not the one" what the hell is that? I thought love should be endless. I don't like being shackled by anyone. Thus, I'm starting to enjoy myself with the fact that I'm not tied or crumpled with any relationships. No strings attached. I'm still young and I have tons of things to explore. I love freedom. Its freedom people, freedom! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEAN'S LIST&lt;/span&gt; as my boyfriend. I don't think it's not that impossible right? Yeap! 3 pointer used to be mine, but now I want DEAN'S LIST. Greedy me, so what? :-) Hey, DEAN'S LIST; wait up! YOU'RE MINE ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1068970211585428302?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1068970211585428302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1068970211585428302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1068970211585428302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1068970211585428302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/02/dates-kiss-tell.html' title='Dates, Kiss &amp; Tell ♥'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dL7iSY39ZEc/TVOLZHuWlyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gl-85y_dbi8/s72-c/kishandtel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4690725932942362005</id><published>2011-02-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:15:48.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you may now KILL the bride ♥ and be the Queen :-)</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have got to be straight this time ; is it so hard and very difficult to believe in yourself? I'm not writing about some fairytale bullshit on DARE TO DREAM issue or HOLD ON TO YOUR HEART crap. I just found out that some people (hell yeah, I mean my friends) doesn't seem to realize the fact that we are humans and we must have faith in ourselves! C'mon, didn't our parents told us since we were a kid that we must believe in what we are capable of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve been pouring out all of my energy and creative thoughts on Cik Teh’s assignment for Building Services subject for the past weeks. I slept at 8am and woke up around noon for my evening classes starts at 2.15pm normally. Some days I just don't get to hit the sack due to packed schedule. I was cranky and moody on those gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;As the day goes by, I've been wondering and doing some thinking on the night I stayed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font size=15&gt;We are humans. Humans are capable of doing anything beyond our expectation as long as we are totally in it to win it!&lt;/font size=15&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, at least that's what I've learnt. I drank 1 cup of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"kopi-pekat"&lt;/span&gt; and the next thing bamm! My eyes are open wide and I was being energetically hyperactive! Well, unlike the Americans, I don't need sex to feel alive and awake. I only need me, myself, and I and hell yeah, I know what I'm capable of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, music is my passion. I don't conclude myself as a drummer now, but I can label myself as a drummer-in-progress :) I believe that someday I can share my talent with the rest of my friends and family. My band mate once told me that it is quite rare to have a female in a band as a drummer. Heck, it takes more than that to take me down! So yeah, I crumpled my guts and did some critical thinking. Haven't anyone of you heard the existence of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEG WHITE&lt;/span&gt;? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummer from the famous bad since the 1990's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE WHITE STRIPES&lt;/span&gt;. Famously known with the track like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hello Operator&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground, Icky Thump,&lt;/span&gt; and also undeniably off the hook record &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seven Nation Army.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack White, the vocalist and the guitarist spent much of the 1990s hopping from band to band. In 1997, Meg first tried playing drums. In Jack's words, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When she started to play drums with me, just on a lark, it felt liberating and refreshing. There was something in it that opened me up."&lt;/span&gt; The two then began calling themselves &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/span&gt; and soon played their first gig at the Gold Dollar in Detroit. In keeping live performances to three basic elements, Jack did the guitar and vocal work while she played drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhZhI1ItkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PZmxf3ocTRc/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhZhI1ItkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PZmxf3ocTRc/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568799365084526146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've been adoring this ladybug for quite along time actually, of her simplicity lunatic skills. Mark my words peeps, she is freaking awesome! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I live and breathe, it was quite devastating when I observe that some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt; never realize how rude they treat other people without noticing, and never know how to quit from hating other human being with unreasonable excuse. In this case, well so much for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'believe-in-yourself'&lt;/span&gt; terms, I think they over did that. Due to excess faith in themselves, they begin to bounce with proud and arrogance; they were strutting instead of walking. Manipulative and disgusting. They will never stop talking about other people and their tongues just won't stop wagging until they reach the acme of pure gossip &amp; mocks plus the devilish satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told my friend once, and I'm gonna write once again just to share this thought with the whole world. Embrace yourself ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAY ANYTHING WHAT YOU WANNA SAY ABOUT ME. BECAUSE I AM SOMEONE WHO YOU WILL NEVER BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, nothing can let us down except for ourselves. In this issue, &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font size=14&gt;BOOST YOUR CONFIDENCE :)&lt;/font size 14&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhd6yyTkLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBOVWBieV4s/s1600/Katy-Perry-katy-perry-8213704-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhd6yyTkLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dBOVWBieV4s/s320/Katy-Perry-katy-perry-8213704-1024-768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568804203890184370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;. Confidence. and hell I just love you ♥ haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most, shopping is a sport. For the rest, it is an addiction&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I think I’m superbly good at is spending money. Okay, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;‘spending money’&lt;/span&gt; can also be defined as shopping or wasting your money on something unnecessary. Somehow, it is quite obvious that a shopaholic person is not a synonym to a parsimonious or a stingy person. Those thoughts actually popped up in my mind last week when I was scrolling my diary and I found a particular shopping receipt slipped one of the pages. The date still clearly stated and the bill was still neat and sharp. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago when I was madly in love with this boy named X &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(oh please, as if I would actually want to state his REAL NAME is it? pfft-! you wish!)&lt;/span&gt;, I still remembered how he used to complain and mumble along the aisle of a shopping mall on how I spend my money aggressively. Well, I have to agree with the fact that being materialistic is one of the main recipes of failure in life. It can actually portrays your real self and negative attitude. Somehow, I felt so small and weak every time he complained. I have to admit, its like he literally kills me by using his own harsh words and every time he destroys my moment of livin' in the good life. Such a buzz kill. =.=' I wish I could step up and dance.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(what the hell?)&lt;/span&gt; No, I mean I wish I could stand up and tell him straight into his face that I am capable of doing anything in order of ruling my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhgS0Vc0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/WgGg0qDEm90/s1600/shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhgS0Vc0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/WgGg0qDEm90/s320/shopaholic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568806815646142546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SO WHAT? LET'S SHOP! ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=17&gt;YOU MAY NOW KILL THE BRIDE, AND BE THE QUEEN&lt;/font size=17&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;my exact point is, if you are a bride, you must follow the point and tip of the groom. right? so kill the bride then! be the queen! then you get to create and follow by your own rules. chill, you still have your king although you invent your own terms, am I right? *wink!*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-4690725932942362005?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4690725932942362005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4690725932942362005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4690725932942362005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4690725932942362005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-you-may-now-kill-bride-and-be-queen.html' title='you may now KILL the bride ♥ and be the Queen :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TUhZhI1ItkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PZmxf3ocTRc/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8847612167816036573</id><published>2011-01-21T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:03:00.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Waiting :-) &amp; The Guilt of not being beside Her :-(</title><content type='html'>Just to share the fact that you can actually categorize me as a stuck up bitch with lack of patience before this realization. I’m starting to love the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“it’s worth the wait”&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve learn that it’s better late than never. Patience is all what it takes to be a wise person as we grow older each day. My point is, for the past months and almost a year, I’ve been suffering from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“maaf-handphone-saya-rosak”&lt;/span&gt; disease. So now, thanks to my sister she gave me this brand new phone to cure the disease! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TTp3jrAahNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u1mlNuk8R_k/s1600/nokia_c3_HotPink_descJay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TTp3jrAahNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u1mlNuk8R_k/s320/nokia_c3_HotPink_descJay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564891744293258450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOT PINK&lt;/span&gt; NOKIA C3 ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Alhamdulillah, sangat berbaloi penantian ku :-)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it’s not Blackberry or idk, what do you call that new thing? I-Phone 4 is it? Jyeah, I’m happy with this new pink cutie. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES, IT’S HOT HOT PINK!&lt;/span&gt; And I named it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BARBIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With build-in WiFi, I can surf everywhere. Yes, I have to admit, I do surf when I'm in my BEL260 class. By not using or damaging my brain, I'm able to surf for some stuff for my essay writing :)&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, by using this phone, the horrible obsession of mine - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"non-stop-texting"&lt;/span&gt; just won't go away it seems =.=' with the flexible smooth QWERTY keypad, I noticed I was easily socialize and get connected. What the hell, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this is NOT a good news&lt;/span&gt; ~.~&lt;br /&gt;Well, minus that part, I still, I will, and forever will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this cutie hottie baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; KAK! Thanks for the 'Barbie' and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 25th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; my dear! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TTp8G2TxNTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E34VFPbzrWg/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TTp8G2TxNTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E34VFPbzrWg/s320/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564896746669159730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike any other siblings, I thank God for having a sister like her. We may have uncommon and opposite interest, but those craps never stop us from being so damn close and madly &amp; crazily together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you kak, ♥ You're the best and no one can replace you. I know I am guilty and may get arrested for not being with you on your special day, but my heart and soul are always with you kak. We belong together and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'till death do us apart&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=17&gt;APPRECIATE THE ONES YOU LOVE WHILE THEY ARE STILL BREATHING, SHOW THEM YOU LOVE THEM. IT'S NEVER TOO LATE ♥&lt;/font size=17&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-8847612167816036573?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8847612167816036573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8847612167816036573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8847612167816036573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8847612167816036573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-of-waiting-guilt-of-not-being.html' title='The Beauty of Waiting :-) &amp; The Guilt of not being beside Her :-('/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TTp3jrAahNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u1mlNuk8R_k/s72-c/nokia_c3_HotPink_descJay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5602103935833854691</id><published>2010-12-25T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:06:20.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring the Wedding Bells please :-)</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of Prince William and Kate Middleton like my mom does. Somehow, I really love weddings. It's been a part of my whole life since I was a kid. I have always loved weddings. The gowns, decorations, the wedding cards, the door gifts &amp; goodie bags, and for us as the Malays; the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'pelamin'&lt;/span&gt;, omg. What the hell is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PELAMIN&lt;/span&gt; in english? translator pleaseeee..Anyone? ANYONE?! =.=' OKAY FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, one of the best part of wedding events is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEAL&lt;/span&gt;. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt; will be a very busy year for me and my whole big family. 3 of my cousins will spread their love in the air with their loved ones and ring their wedding bells this year. This will also includes Engagement Ceremony. To all of my cousins,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Kak Ema, Kak Tika, &amp; Abang Zafran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Congratulations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Trust me, marriage is also the perfect moment to expand the family horizon. I mean that is what I believe. :-) Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Back to my main idea of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that news of the engagement of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prince William and Kate Middleton&lt;/span&gt; has been unleashed for public consumption, let the delirious obsessing, the breathless speculating and the earnest navel-gazing begin. We know the handsome Prince William proposed using his mother's 18-carat sapphire-and-diamond engagement ring. Now we can focus on that other crucial wedding planning decision: What will the gown look like? And what might it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWq9XQmFUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jWtubMCnNlw/s1600/kate-middleton-wedding-gown-st-pucchi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWq9XQmFUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jWtubMCnNlw/s320/kate-middleton-wedding-gown-st-pucchi-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554533686623737154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWq9KymcNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oL5s316BCfk/s1600/pictures-of-kate-middleton-wedding-gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWq9KymcNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oL5s316BCfk/s320/pictures-of-kate-middleton-wedding-gown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554533683276706002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyDJghyTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V9VGhKii-RU/s1600/WEDDDDDDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyDJghyTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/V9VGhKii-RU/s320/WEDDDDDDDD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554541482593077554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyC-IgEkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_VPGmx4_V_Y/s1600/WEDDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyC-IgEkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_VPGmx4_V_Y/s320/WEDDDD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554541479539511874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyCcF8qQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/loaHTne9fms/s1600/WEDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWyCcF8qQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/loaHTne9fms/s320/WEDD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554541470401997058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd image : Nanette Lepore's design for Kate Middleton&lt;br /&gt;the 4th image : from Valentino's for Kate Middleton&lt;br /&gt;the last image : the amazing Largerfield's design for Kate Middleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, there was and there will be a war for Kate Middleton's wedding dress among the designers.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, these sketches are AWESOME. Can't wait to see what she'll wear on that glorious day! ♥ AWESOME! Nobody knows what's on her mind now. She actually let the clock ticks slowly and let the whole nation living with a RIDDLE. It is a very mysterious way but somehow I think its extremely AWESOME!! Oh c'mon people, riddles are just necessary at some point of view. And riddles are just AWESOME! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTE TO MYSELF :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naura you are overreacting! Oh God, enough with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; already.... -____-' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the big day on Friday April 29th, 2011 it has to be a wedding dress fit for a queen – literally, as when Kate Middleton marries the second in line to the British throne, she becomes a future Queen of England. The wedding of Kate Middleton and Prince William is being hailed as the wedding of the decade, if not the century. The wedding dress, therefore will also go down in history. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5602103935833854691?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5602103935833854691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5602103935833854691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5602103935833854691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5602103935833854691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/12/ring-wedding-bells-please.html' title='Ring the Wedding Bells please :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TRWq9XQmFUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jWtubMCnNlw/s72-c/kate-middleton-wedding-gown-st-pucchi-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4989012937560671003</id><published>2010-12-12T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:59:11.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, you took Micheal Jackson away and now you give me Justin Bieber :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TQXOmFo10II/AAAAAAAAAW4/lkeozja1Coo/s1600/Justin%252BBieber%252BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TQXOmFo10II/AAAAAAAAAW4/lkeozja1Coo/s320/Justin%252BBieber%252BD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550069269547831426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post clearly states that Justin Bieber is the only cure for my Bieber Fever. :) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice really swept me off my feet, and his face was like OHMYGOD I'm speechless and please don't let me start with his hair, *drools~* ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is undeniable that he is talented and the world's current obsession. Girls form all over the world can simply die for him and scream-till-nuts for him. And YES I WOULD CATCH A GRENADE FOR HIM, and throw my hand on a blade for him and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;apahal dah masuk lyric lagu Bruno Mars nih? =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he can sing, he plays guitars, the piano and also the drums. Isn't that amazing? I mean, he is soooo young and now he is a money-maker. Wow, :') Haven't you watch the latest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMA Award Show&lt;/span&gt;? Do you realize how many awards he gained this year?! I mean, WOW. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Double WOW*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just awesome how Justin Drew Bieber (yes, that's his real name) can amaze the whole world. I was just surfing the internet today and look what I've found! A Justin-Bieber-Birthday-Theme-Party! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here for more details, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.thepartyanimal-blog.org/justin-bieber-birthday-party-theme/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? Thank God I'm about to turn 19, so I don't need all those theme parties. All I need is an ultimate off-the-hook party baby! :') hahaha! *okay, big talk. enough already. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some acquaintance actually told me that next year, yes 2011 - He'll be performing LIVE in Malaysia! What the hell-? I KNOW, I KNOW. I'm trying very hard to get the tickets now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all Beliebers out there, keep on supporting this cute little angel ♥&lt;br /&gt;And to all Bieber-Haters, WHATEVER. GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TQXRKR1QLKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qsdjFYW1Jis/s1600/justin-bieber-pr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TQXRKR1QLKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qsdjFYW1Jis/s320/justin-bieber-pr.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550072090319662242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-4989012937560671003?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4989012937560671003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4989012937560671003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4989012937560671003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4989012937560671003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-god-you-took-micheal-jackson-away.html' title='Oh God, you took Micheal Jackson away and now you give me Justin Bieber :)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TQXOmFo10II/AAAAAAAAAW4/lkeozja1Coo/s72-c/Justin%252BBieber%252BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6961478128825024700</id><published>2010-11-22T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:48:36.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm in ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uHsyevb3lC0?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah Packard - Love Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, its the theme song from 'Giuliana &amp; Bill' from E! Channel. I know, both of them are soooo in love, and shoot-! I just can't get this song out of my head. *I love the way you are, and what I'm not~* :) The lyrics are just incredible! How awesome this song can be if you are actually in love at this moment, auuuwww~ :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-6961478128825024700?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6961478128825024700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6961478128825024700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6961478128825024700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6961478128825024700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-im-in.html' title='I Think I&apos;m in ♥'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uHsyevb3lC0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2725626837962118574</id><published>2010-11-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:18:59.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drummer From The Darlinghurts :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TOF5geBBqRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7KQyxj5RJ48/s1600/Artist-Series-Trilok-Gurtu.ashx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TOF5geBBqRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7KQyxj5RJ48/s320/Artist-Series-Trilok-Gurtu.ashx.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539842615362562322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trilok Gurtu Artist Series Drumstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST BOUGHT IT :)&lt;br /&gt;yeay!&lt;br /&gt;HEHEEEE :D Trust Me, I don't mind spending extra cash for these fire hotness gorgeous baby pairs! Auuuwww :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designed by World Percussion Master Trilok Gurtu. Unique thumb groove at the fulcrum point, jazz dimensions and tip, and a double yellow DIP handle for exceptional control. This highly visible stick feels unlike any other. U.S. Select Hickory with a Walnut stain. I know! How awesome rightt?! Oh, I think I just sh*t myself. HAHA! wtf? -___-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s; yeah, I may be a little bit amateur as a drummer, but THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR ENDLESS SUPPORT ; my Guru Acap :), Jaja, Apiz, Zahen, Braff, Dylan and Haikal :) *Zana &amp; Aliah too sebab teman Naura beli. :D and my Kak Ila &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Zildjian, MAY GOD BLESS YOU. Aminnn~ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2725626837962118574?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2725626837962118574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2725626837962118574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2725626837962118574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2725626837962118574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/11/drummer-from-darlinghurts.html' title='The Drummer From The Darlinghurts :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TOF5geBBqRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7KQyxj5RJ48/s72-c/Artist-Series-Trilok-Gurtu.ashx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1251669717182603766</id><published>2010-09-02T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:59:27.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes, heels, and more platforms! :-)</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. So what the hell? I say it's shopping time! ♥&lt;br /&gt;By using Alia's ultimate broadband &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(cewah, ultimate tuuu..)&lt;/span&gt; :) I started to online shopping! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;okay, apa perkara pertama yang terpancul dalam fikiran saya sekarang untuk shopping? KASUT&lt;/span&gt; of course! MORE and MORE platforms and heels and boots and whoaa~ whouuu~ goshhhh~ *drooling* hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;here, take a look! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, I'm ordering this pink heels for my cousin's wedding! or maybe for Perubahan Dinner, on the 10th of October. Auwww, aren't this pink heels adorable? ♥ Love it to death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/416Zzq6paJL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/416Zzq6paJL._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haih, bila lah nak sampai agaknya... tak sabar nih! (ceh, padahal baru je order tadi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a good life actually. All I do was sit down and relax, my fingers are moving, searching for the best footwear, then click on the chosen shoes, enter your parents credit card account number, *please call them first* and the next thing you know, Fed Ex appears in front of your doorstep, delivering the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS EASY. right? ♥&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD for creating INTERNET, the world wide web! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are other smashing exotic shoes you can grab! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_5qnnZHaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qO_zklbKTT4/s1600/236897_A3N00_1000_001_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_5qnnZHaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qO_zklbKTT4/s320/236897_A3N00_1000_001_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512398979508805026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_2PelIoXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4B6enqz3yXE/s1600/high-heels_platforms_sandals_wedges_osochic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_2PelIoXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4B6enqz3yXE/s320/high-heels_platforms_sandals_wedges_osochic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512395214692065650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something from YVES SAINT LAUREN &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_3EqMYPjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tbAZR5kOKs0/s1600/yves+saint+lauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_3EqMYPjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tbAZR5kOKs0/s320/yves+saint+lauren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512396128342523442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yves Saint Laurent has created these luscious Pink Party Tribute Heels in an effort to help fight cancer in women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot pink high heel sandals were designed exclusively for Pacific Palisades boutique Elyse Walker — in tribute to Walker’s longtime support of cancer research for women. These YSL shoes are on sale now at ElyseWalker.com for $995. A donation of $100 from each sale will be made to Cedars-Sinai Women’s Cancer Research Institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's it. :) Yes, I'm addicted with super high heels actually and nothing in this world can stop me from wearing these kind of shoes. I mean it, really. hehehe *giggles* &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kalau nak upload gambar kasut yang memang mengancam gila tuh, fuhh! sampai sahur tak habis wehh. ngeee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1251669717182603766?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1251669717182603766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1251669717182603766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1251669717182603766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1251669717182603766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoes-heels-and-more-platforms.html' title='shoes, heels, and more platforms! :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_5qnnZHaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qO_zklbKTT4/s72-c/236897_A3N00_1000_001_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-9029926619489331162</id><published>2010-09-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:33:13.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a FASHION DESIGNER, so get over it.</title><content type='html'>Is it me, or I actually can see myself in another 10 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few weeks ago before Ramadhan, I and a few of my friends were selected to visit the real construction site. As the bus were moving to the location, I was thinking, am I doing the right thing? All I wanted in this life - become a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fashion designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, wearing this white construction hat, and I’m about to see the real life as a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quantity Surveyor&lt;/span&gt;. I’ll be doing this calculating and counting (which specifically called “taking off”) for the rest of my life. Am I ready for this? Naura, are you ready? I said, ARE YOU READY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And my answer is: No? Yes? Eh... No? Yes? Er...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to myself, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“NAURA, let’s buckle up, and get ready for your ultimate ride of your life!”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, there is one single thing that I’m extremely sure. In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT GOES ON&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived at the construction site, I took a deep breath and smell the construction world. Hell, I said “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bitch&lt;/strike&gt; Babe, here is it. THIS IS IT, your life. You were born to do this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, trying to nail myself to the wall and keep in mind that in future, I’LL BE A QUANTITY SURVEYOR. No, wait. I mean, I AM A QUANTITY SURVEYOR. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not a fashion designer&lt;/span&gt;, not a graphic-art-expertise, or interior design, or maybe even an artist who will be living with arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let me repeat. I AM A QUANTITY SURVEYOR. Okay everyone, let’s say this together! NAURA, YOU ARE A QUANTITY SURVEYOR! Okay? Get that? Okay fine. Let’s move on to the pictures as it describes a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ohckAYXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0EiByJ559kY/s1600/AZAZAZA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ohckAYXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0EiByJ559kY/s320/AZAZAZA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512380130225316210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ognFqw0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/g-PKSctcWE0/s1600/AYAYAYA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ognFqw0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/g-PKSctcWE0/s320/AYAYAYA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512380115870991170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_of30ptKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wURzh_ReOys/s1600/AXAXAXA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_of30ptKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wURzh_ReOys/s320/AXAXAXA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512380103183152290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ofT-3P0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/37i3XqxPJmg/s1600/ALALALA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ofT-3P0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/37i3XqxPJmg/s320/ALALALA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512380093562306370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ofMFbBvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mcv6K9q5bK4/s1600/ADADADA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ofMFbBvI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mcv6K9q5bK4/s320/ADADADA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512380091442333426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I had fun at the construction site. Seriously, I was doing my job ; asking the consultants some questions, observe the construction site, feel the sand with my own feet, and I also took some photographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYONE HAS A PLACE IN THIS WORLD&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, I said EVERYONE. Even the burglars and rapist get to be in the jail and locked up behind the bars. Isn’t that a place for them? How about those LOSERS? Well, stop saying them LOSERS cause we are not that great. Guess what, without Losers, they will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; winners, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my point, it’s okay Naura. Fashion may be your super power, and major interest. Just remember now you are on the construction technology track and don’t give up just yet. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is amazing, you’ll never know what happens next&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving Naura, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life is too short to worry about shit&lt;/span&gt;. So what the fuck? Just move along. Keep on walking until your heart stops beating. Life is unfair, so just roll the dice and do it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_lWCg5prI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zhfnqe-aeGw/s1600/doodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_lWCg5prI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zhfnqe-aeGw/s320/doodle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512376635719526066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*doodling, sah takde kerja. hehehe. :'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-9029926619489331162?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/9029926619489331162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=9029926619489331162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/9029926619489331162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/9029926619489331162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-not-fashion-designer-so-get.html' title='You are not a FASHION DESIGNER, so get over it.'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/TH_ohckAYXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0EiByJ559kY/s72-c/AZAZAZA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5681905322586463627</id><published>2010-08-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:02:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT SO HARD TO PRONOUNCE NAURA NASUHA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THPNeu97dsI/AAAAAAAAASw/SMskfd5atxs/s1600/hellored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THPNeu97dsI/AAAAAAAAASw/SMskfd5atxs/s320/hellored.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972697091798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People here actually called me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAURA&lt;/span&gt; from the first time I arrived here. What the F*CK? They actually picked that name based on that famous TV3 Sinetron UPIK, ABU, DAN &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAURA&lt;/span&gt;. Holy cow! Please people! Please! It’s NAURA – for heaven’s sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*On the 4th of July, it was my birthday. One of my mates actually made me a card and without any doubt, she wrote ; TO LAURA... holy crap. =.=’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Based on that drama, the LAURA person and I shared the same interest which I never thought it would be an endless issue; ADDICTED TO PINK. So the actress is CINTA LAURA. crap! Yes. They actually called me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CINTA LAURA&lt;/span&gt;. no, no, noooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Somehow, the revolution doesn’t ends with just a simple 'CINTA LAURA'. It continues when my classmate, who accidentally did some typo error when she wrote on my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; wall. Instead of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NAURA&lt;/span&gt;, she typed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAURA&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it sounds horrible and hideous. So now EVERYONE now calls me MAURA. Bonus points? They actually wrote my name &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAURA MASUHA&lt;/span&gt;. It’s awful, really. It is. It's extremely unacceptable okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My class entered the QS TEN PIN BOWLING TOURNAMENT. So when it’s my turn to roll the ball, everyone cheered &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“GO MAURA, GO MAURAA!!”&lt;/span&gt; Again, yes the horrible name embarrassed me and suicide – here I COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last but not least, some of the people here actually call me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AURORA&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell...  Okay fine. I may be the Disney’s Sleeping Beauty Aurora but I am not the song from Estranged band entitle AURORA. Whatever it is, just stop calling me AURORA. It’s not my name! Seriously, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, let me keep this straight. Please bear in mind that my name is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAURA NASUHA.&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/8413677815267740237-5681905322586463627?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5681905322586463627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5681905322586463627&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5681905322586463627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5681905322586463627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-so-hard-to-pronounce-naura-nasuha.html' title='IS IT SO HARD TO PRONOUNCE NAURA NASUHA?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THPNeu97dsI/AAAAAAAAASw/SMskfd5atxs/s72-c/hellored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2509545474765695725</id><published>2010-08-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T06:32:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://angelicdevil.iantam.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/beetle01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 502px; height: 415px;" src="http://angelicdevil.iantam.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/beetle01.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I will never talk about. Something that I disgust from its head to toe. Yes, CHARLIE is an insect which actually bit me without any guilt! And EUW, the stung, it hurts like hell when I took my bath. Bonus mark? I look like a monkey every time I scratch it. More points? The wound won’t seem to heal, and I HATE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEAR CHARLIE,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU. GET OUT OFF MY LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;I CAN’T DENY THAT EVERYONE HERE IN &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UITM PERAK&lt;/span&gt; KNOWS YOU AND I DON’T BLAME YOU FOR BEING DAMN FAMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;IT’S WHAT YOU DO. YOU STUNG PEOPLE, AND YOU LEFT THEM SUFFERING.&lt;br /&gt;THE PROBLEM IS - YOU BIT ME. &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU, MY SKIN IS NOW CORRUPTED AND EUWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD, NOW IT’S GETTING BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;YOU OWE ME BIG TIME, SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;aku siap dapat MC lagi sebab kene gigit dengan kau. apa kes? ingat aku suka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, I HATE YOU. I REALLY DO. WITHOUT A DOUBT, I HATE YOU, ALWAYS AND FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;SINCERELY, FROM&lt;br /&gt;NAURA NASUHA – the victim of CHARLIE @ ROVE BEETLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2509545474765695725?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2509545474765695725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2509545474765695725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2509545474765695725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2509545474765695725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/charlie.html' title='CHARLIE'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5023172659925031230</id><published>2010-08-24T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:54:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE! SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE MY MUMMY &amp; DADDY, AND THE WHOLE FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering from the orientation week, I wanted to go home and meet my family. I miss them terribly and I want to tell them everything what I’ve been through before my classes start. Plus, the weekend falls on my 18th birthday, 4th of July. However, my family don’t allow their youngest princess to return home due to some other circumstances and consequences. So there I was, crying in the middle of the night on my bed when everyone was asleep. I sobbed and called my brother. I told him how much I wanted to meet the rest of the family, be with them, live with them, and directly feel the love from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, thanks to my ‘helpful’ brother, he was like&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; “dah malam lahh.. pergi lah tidur. Bye” &lt;/span&gt;Just like that. He hung up, and I continued crying. The bloody MAXIS &amp; CELCOM lines are also in BUSY NETWORK. I was like – damn it. THANK YOU GOD. FOR EVERYTHING. I’M 18 NOW. BE COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept, and I woke up. All of my roommates sang me the birthday song. I smiled. Well, I was overwhelmed actually. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears rolled on my cheek. Yeah, it’s because I just woke up and I wore my sleepy face on. That’s why. &lt;br /&gt;I stared at my cell phone - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“31 messages received&lt;/span&gt;”.  I smiled. I decided to take my bath before I read those text messages. It was 10am. So I drag myself lazily to the bathroom. I turn on my cell phone mp3, and started to sing in the shower and flow with the beat of the music just to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocked on my shower door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“siot, nak mandi pun tak senang...”&lt;/span&gt; popped in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Mak cik, oooo mak cik...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like - “eh? Macam kenal je suara tu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(The only person in this world who called me mak cik is my sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peeked the door and AAAAAAAHHH. It is! It’s my sister!! Right in front of me! I grabbed her! Oh GOD, it’s real. I jumped with joy.&lt;br /&gt;My family actually came to Perak all the way from Shah Alam just to surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Note this; it’s the BEST birthday present ever! A surprise visit from my beloved family. :’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5023172659925031230?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5023172659925031230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5023172659925031230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5023172659925031230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5023172659925031230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/surprise-surprise.html' title='SURPRISE! SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-579349382548500273</id><published>2010-08-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:37:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAURA is back on air. :-)</title><content type='html'>Okay people. Here I am spitting everything out since I’ve been gone for the past months.&lt;br /&gt;I am now studying in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UiTM Perak, Seri Iskandar&lt;/span&gt; in diploma in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quantity Surveying&lt;/span&gt;. How’s that? Mummy’s little princess now is living in a campus life. Daddy’s little princess is now a college student.&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay Naura, let’s start off with something BIG and NEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it’s a bit torturing with the MDS week, or other words, the fucking orientation week! The facilitators actually treated us like we are living in a military camp! I cursed and swear all the time. The hot weather, the facilitators’ shouts and yells, the packed schedule, I mean what is that?! I just got here directly from Shah Alam, and here I am, stuck in this HELL. No, DUNGEON.&lt;br /&gt;After  7 days of torturing, everything was back to normal and the adventure begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize things up, firstly, I was selected as the Assistant Classrep for QS1D. Okay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“thanks Encik Syhidi”&lt;/span&gt; *sighed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was elected to become the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAKIL PART 1 OF PERUBAHAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What is PERUBAHAN? It is actually stands for PERSATUAN UKUR BAHAN UiTM PERAK, ( UiTM PERAK QUANTITY SURVEYOR’S SOCIETY) or something like that I assume.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I thought I’m gonna have a hard time to socialize and make new friends. Guess what? I was soooooo wrong! As some of you know, I’m a little bit talkative, hyperactive, and bubblish giggly. So I made a lot of friends. And I really mean it, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;, from TTDI Jaya who is my roommate is also my classmate! Yeah! She is like a mother who takes good care of EVERYTHING, including me! I love her to death, :-) and then I have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fiza&lt;/span&gt;, insanely funny and kind-hearted. Next is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wanie&lt;/span&gt;, from Terengganu, she keeps everything straight. And I’m honestly impressed by that.&lt;br /&gt;Those are my roommates. Without noticing, all of us actually ‘accidentally’ form a group of TEN peeps! Let me lay it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAURA + SHEILA + FIZA + WANIE = ROOMATES&lt;br /&gt;MY ROOMATES + AMOI + ZANA + TIQA + DAYAH + ATEN + PIKA = THE TEN! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? All of us posses different type of personality and style, but somehow we still stick together and share all the laughter . You see, I can conclude something that I never thought that I could see with my own naked eyes and feel with my heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BE YOURSELF, BECAUSE FRIENDSHIP NEVER CARES ABOUT WHERE YOURE FROM, AND WHO YOU ARE. SERIOUSLY, I REALLY MEAN IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are living on the same floor of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANGGERIK DUA&lt;/span&gt; block, KOLEJ CEMPAKA SARI. And yes, just like you guessed, my room is the port where we all eat, meet and sleep. And laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;After a while, my classmate &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALIA&lt;/span&gt; is now officially with us THE TEN :-) She’s form Bandar Baru Bangi and staying at next to our block, BAKAWALI SATU. Oh hell, we love her! She’s very cool and calm yet very cheeky and funny! She always sleeps with us in my room and joins us overnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS AMAZING, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8BAa1tLI/AAAAAAAAASo/DQTpANZzeOQ/s1600/aaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8BAa1tLI/AAAAAAAAASo/DQTpANZzeOQ/s320/aaaaaa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953494682711218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8AXIoPAI/AAAAAAAAASg/sBINBonnnaM/s1600/aa55555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8AXIoPAI/AAAAAAAAASg/sBINBonnnaM/s320/aa55555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953483600477186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8ACZKvRI/AAAAAAAAASY/WLU3Z4KdkHc/s1600/aaaa989897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8ACZKvRI/AAAAAAAAASY/WLU3Z4KdkHc/s320/aaaa989897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953478032702738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO7_JkxP3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/vZJovryox8A/s1600/aaaaenam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO7_JkxP3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/vZJovryox8A/s320/aaaaenam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953462780542834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO7-BELCiI/AAAAAAAAASI/mpDRdTKGidA/s1600/amoinaurasheila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO7-BELCiI/AAAAAAAAASI/mpDRdTKGidA/s320/amoinaurasheila.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953443316468258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-579349382548500273?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/579349382548500273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=579349382548500273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/579349382548500273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/579349382548500273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/naura-is-back-on-air.html' title='NAURA is back on air. :-)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/THO8BAa1tLI/AAAAAAAAASo/DQTpANZzeOQ/s72-c/aaaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3434226429046931827</id><published>2009-08-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:28:40.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>I'm a die-hard-fan of....?</title><content type='html'>And now, it is time for me to reveal, how fanatic I am towards MILEY CYRUS. ;)&lt;br /&gt;She is one damn shining star, don't you think so? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpWJhNOWrDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_bVwSespjg4/s1600-h/P8150915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpWJhNOWrDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_bVwSespjg4/s320/P8150915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352933915110450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*yup, this is just some of it. you'll see another part next time.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;total Mily Cyrus's posters in my room ; 17&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(including 4 Hannah Montana's + 1 wall of fame)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know, some of you might think that posters doesn't mean anything, but it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;She's damn talented, and she can sing, dance, act, playing the guitar, write songs, and oh yeah. she is one funny girl. Catch her on Disney's Hannah Montana. She's just being her and no one can stop her. :) OMG. I love her! I love her! I love her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's my MILEY CYRUS's WALL OF FAME. I made it myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;*hah! memang saya berbangga! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpWMaQm7z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QVeKhVFVQfg/s1600-h/P8150914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpWMaQm7z2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QVeKhVFVQfg/s320/P8150914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374356113099312994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-3434226429046931827?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3434226429046931827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3434226429046931827&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3434226429046931827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3434226429046931827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-die-hard-fan-of.html' title='I&apos;m a die-hard-fan of....?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpWJhNOWrDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_bVwSespjg4/s72-c/P8150915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5588905889346150471</id><published>2009-08-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:03:34.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV Worldstage'/><title type='text'>MTV Worldstage, live in MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpQZECaJiII/AAAAAAAAAPo/6LL-DY7qozE/s1600-h/20018256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpQZECaJiII/AAAAAAAAAPo/6LL-DY7qozE/s320/20018256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373947812516563074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everybody knew that the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MTV World Stage&lt;/span&gt; was a blast. No, wait. It was wicked awesome, baby! HUUUUAAAAA!!!!!! Now we’re talking! Haha! It was held on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15th of August&lt;/span&gt; at 6pm. I’m not sure what was the objective of the concert was but, it really drives everyone in this planet crazy! Including me! Aha! So yea, since this awesome and incredible concert was held, I am now directly falling in love with this lucky band; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RAYGUN&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, I bet some of you have already rock out with their latest single; JUST BECAUSE. Ah! Damn it, they are so freaking cool I tell you! AAAAAAHHH! And, and, and, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS&lt;/span&gt; was there too! IN MALAYSIA! Holy cow! Tyson, oh Tyson! I love you! Performing the famous Dirty Little Secrets as the opening, and there goes the old time favourite Swing Swing, and pop goes the latest Gives You Hell and I Wanna. AAAAHHH! Is it me, or this whole thing just drives me total insane?! AAAAAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay Naura, you can stop the excitement. -.-‘ puft-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5588905889346150471?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5588905889346150471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5588905889346150471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5588905889346150471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5588905889346150471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-worldstage-live-in-malaysia.html' title='MTV Worldstage, live in MALAYSIA'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SpQZECaJiII/AAAAAAAAAPo/6LL-DY7qozE/s72-c/20018256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1942994510686833867</id><published>2009-08-23T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:42:18.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ini saya pergi sekolah, :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mood; exhausted (kepenatan)&lt;br /&gt;Language; bahasa melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepatutnya kita sebagai pelajar, bergembira kerana waktu yang amat dinantikan oleh pelajar sudah tiba! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CUTI SEKOLAH&lt;/span&gt;. Akan tetapi, Puan Afidah pergi buat kelas tambahan lah pulak.. So, mummy &amp; ayah pun suruh pergi. Kak ila pun sama, sebok jugak suruh aku pergi. Kalau ikutkan nafsu, nak aje aku sambung tidur. Tapi takpelah, dapat ilmu juga. Lepas tu, boleh jumpe Intan! YEAY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tup Tup, 8am&lt;/span&gt;, tiba di sekolah. Ya Tuhan ku, kelas aku 10 orang je datang. Hah. Dah agak dah. Tapi tak pelah. Ramai lagi budak dari kelas lain yang datang. Duduk sebelah intan &amp; adam. :) Bak kata Adam, hari ni dia lapar gila, tulis pun menggigil. Untuk menghilangkan perasaan lapar itu, kita main surat-surat. Sekejap je, tak lama. Lepas tu fokus untuk sejarah pulak. Nampaknya, apa cikgu cakap dekat depan, memang betul-betul bagus. Dia macam terangkan balik pasal sejarah tingkatan 4. Pengaruh Hindu-Buddha, kerajaan Agraria &amp; Maritim, kerajaan Srivijaya, Wawasan 2020 (tingakatan 5), dan sebagainya. Syukurlah aku bawak buku rujukan yang padat tu. Lengkap. Semua ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teng Teng, 12p.30pm&lt;/span&gt;, dah balik. Ramai pulak yang bawak kereta pergi sekolah hari ni. Zainal, abang Nas, Seth, Nik Anis, Aini, dan siapa entah lagi. Haih, bila lah aku punya turn nak bawak kereta Gen-2 mak aku pergi sekolah. Haha. Teringin jugak nak bawak. Intan pun cemburu tengok diorang. Tiba-tiba Saffa yang berbasikal lalu depan kitorang. Haha. Comel lah pulak. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1942994510686833867?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1942994510686833867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1942994510686833867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1942994510686833867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1942994510686833867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-ini-saya-pergi-sekolah.html' title='Hari ini saya pergi sekolah, :)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6860404540290120311</id><published>2009-08-23T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:46:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>less talking, more thinking :)</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, but I think enough is enough. Brain damage! Argh! I kept thinking about my world crisis. With that girl and that girl, and that fight and those lies, plus all those drama thingy. Sometimes it creeps me out. *shivers* Somehow I think I am now living in the valley of dramas. Ah, get me out of here!! BTW, Selamat berpuasa everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-6860404540290120311?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6860404540290120311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6860404540290120311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6860404540290120311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6860404540290120311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-talking-more-thinking.html' title='less talking, more thinking :)'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-3267076378084377103</id><published>2009-08-15T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:09:41.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I really want to stay friends with you sayang, but please be original.</title><content type='html'>After almost a month locking up myself with books, and now finally, I can put my hands on this bloody lappy! and online! yeay! and I'm fine thank you. :) *thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, here I am, addicted with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ED WESTWICK&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't get my naked bare eyes off him! He is so damn hot. Hoh! I can't breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I just discovered something extra unusual yesterday. Yes, some of you already knew that I've been suffering in silence almost a year. Well, you know, - THAT girl - who kept bugging my life and who also now - lack of identity and kept copying others; ME! I don't mean to brag or anything, but please &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GET A LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; Why me? Why you choose me? What am I? Your idol? Puft! Frankly, go away from me and start a new life! be original! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*if you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt; And stop making up stories! cause &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DON'T BUY CRAP&lt;/span&gt;! I may not be a genius, but I'm NOT an idiot. So sayang, you can't easily fool me. The juicy part was, I discovered that some of my friends DOESN'T like her too. And I was like WHAT THE-? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KORANG BIAR BETUL WEH?!&lt;/span&gt; Holy cow! I thought I was the only human being on this planet - get STUCK with her. Oh, I'm really fuckin' glad cause they told me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not a backstabber, hypocrite, or anything. I just can't stand it! and I hope that she could change someday. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Dah lah, tanak lah cakap pasal dia lagi. Rasa macam serba salah pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-3267076378084377103?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3267076378084377103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=3267076378084377103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3267076378084377103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/3267076378084377103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-want-to-stay-friends-with-you.html' title='I really want to stay friends with you sayang, but please be original.'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1484774972545260793</id><published>2009-07-24T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:15:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starting a new band maybe?</title><content type='html'>What would you say IF the piano wants to get along with the drum in a major gig? Is that possible? I think, there’s something wrong with that combination. Wrong. It’s just wrong! But the guitar agreed to have a gig together with the band. On the same hand, the bass wanted this weird combination to get real. Well, music is universal. Right? Everyone can enjoy it no matter what the instruments are as long as it’s music! And trust me hun, I’m sure the piano will transform into a keyboard when they form the brand new band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; okay. good. wait. and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1484774972545260793?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1484774972545260793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1484774972545260793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1484774972545260793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1484774972545260793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-new-band-maybe.html' title='starting a new band maybe?'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-7214265557585644285</id><published>2009-07-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:39:11.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bahasa melayu</title><content type='html'>jadi, disebabkan masa peperiksaan pertengahan tahun yang lepas tu saya tidak berjaya menguasai matapelajaran bahasa melayu, saya bercadang untuk menggunakan bahasa tersebut dalam blog saya ini. dan tampaknya, mummy pon setuju! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; i will only use bahasa melayu in this blog when i feel i wanted to. so yea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-7214265557585644285?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7214265557585644285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=7214265557585644285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7214265557585644285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/7214265557585644285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/bahasa-melayu.html' title='bahasa melayu'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-4993901570967361991</id><published>2009-07-24T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:28:58.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>membaling tepung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 5&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY INTAN LIYANA! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan trimas kepada semua yang menjayakan sesi membaling tepung tadi. dan juga kepada f-yamin sebab tolong supply sekali. :) oh makcik intan, masa 3hb kau baling dekat aku dgn sepenuh perasaan kau kann.. now, it's payback time! muahaha! *evil laugh!* btw, muka kau dah lah cerah, pastu kene tepung lagi, da macam hantu kau taw. tapi hantu comel laaa. putih gila doh. kalah snow white! BAHAHA! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang,kita dah 5 tahun jadi bestfriend. takde sapa bole ganti kau dlm hidup aku. susa senang kau slalu bwat aku snyum dgn muka comel kau dan ke-caring-an kau. haha! aku sayang kau sgt2. kau sangat2 best. stay like this 4 ever! and don't change! not even a bit. and aku sgt2 sorry klaw aku dah susakan kau selama nih..(or tengking kau) hehe. itu rahsia kita berdua yea sayang! :) ily ily ily! and happy birthday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-4993901570967361991?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4993901570967361991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=4993901570967361991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4993901570967361991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/4993901570967361991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/membaling-tepung.html' title='membaling tepung!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1755135860848010580</id><published>2009-07-10T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:43:34.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only me, only you, and the band</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I see the sparkle of a million flashlights&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A wonder wall of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But the one that's shining out so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is the one right where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- David Archuleta, Touch my Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1755135860848010580?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1755135860848010580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1755135860848010580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1755135860848010580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1755135860848010580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-me-only-you-and-band.html' title='only me, only you, and the band'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-8278679499065966755</id><published>2009-07-07T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:06:23.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th July @ Sunway</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;After almost 6 months I locked myself up with pressure and books, finally I get to spend quality time with my classmates &amp; friends out of the boring class without all those desks and tables and that smokey blackboard. huh! Yeay. Everybody gathered up to celebrate my 17th birthday at Sunway Piramid. I would like to say how lucky I am right now to have a such a wonderful, amazing yet crazy friends to be with. Although &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ramai yang tak dapat pergi&lt;/span&gt;, it's okay. I don't mind. Yela, SPM. I get it. I would like to thank all of you who always lighted up my life and always give me a HAHA laugh everyday I come to school. LOL&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;DIDIY, YEE CHING, IQBAL, AZRUL, AZRI, DINUL, AFIQ, WAN, ABBAS, PA'AN, JIMIY, ZAINAL, AIZAT, SARAH &amp; her cousin FARAH.&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOAqtricyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8DhPtkJnvl0/s1600-h/P7050835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOAqtricyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8DhPtkJnvl0/s400/P7050835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355765853178721058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayang korang semua lahh. myra, walaupun u takde, i tetap sayang u jugak!&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;okay mates! say cheese! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLD1gV0vI/AAAAAAAAANY/jEtrZGi2kOU/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLD1gV0vI/AAAAAAAAANY/jEtrZGi2kOU/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355777279892247282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLDVUUgqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hhh_svxrB1o/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLDVUUgqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hhh_svxrB1o/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355777271251894946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLDPBUUUI/AAAAAAAAANI/gnDZ729g2h8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLDPBUUUI/AAAAAAAAANI/gnDZ729g2h8/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355777269561577794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLC8x0ViI/AAAAAAAAANA/A8VUmfSJI4s/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLC8x0ViI/AAAAAAAAANA/A8VUmfSJI4s/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355777264664729122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLCSnJH3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/tP3AH0zgx8k/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOLCSnJH3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/tP3AH0zgx8k/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355777253345664882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOZtSPv4cI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I3QKzoavvzw/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOZtSPv4cI/AAAAAAAAAOY/I3QKzoavvzw/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355793385144705474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOZtMjoRPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m9r_-zIhf54/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOZtMjoRPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m9r_-zIhf54/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355793383617479922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlONoaGfKXI/AAAAAAAAANg/I2SoHtPvaSE/s1600-h/WRAPS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlONoaGfKXI/AAAAAAAAANg/I2SoHtPvaSE/s320/WRAPS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355780107214465394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,on this particular day, AZRUL and DIDIY, thought me how to eat WRAPS. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huh? ape tu?&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, it's more like a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;roti canai yang berlipat-lipat&lt;/span&gt; and you'll find some cheese and chicken and beef and blablabla &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; the roti canai fold. Interesting. I wonder who invented that thing. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PARATHA&lt;/span&gt; - oh,something like that. Yeah. It's quite tasty, but way too many onions. -.-' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bodo punya chef, kau gila bawang ke hah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;last but not least, here are some snapshots of the birthday girl and her pals. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOWUVLREzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZfiBHo-bPRU/s1600-h/N5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOWUVLREzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZfiBHo-bPRU/s320/N5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355789657899602738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOWUGTWg_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/vLKzWHI8Pbo/s1600-h/N4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOcLb98wWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/f5ElcLRx93U/s320/N6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355796102173737314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-8278679499065966755?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8278679499065966755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=8278679499065966755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8278679499065966755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/8278679499065966755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-july-sunway.html' title='5th July @ Sunway'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/SlOAqtricyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8DhPtkJnvl0/s72-c/P7050835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-5950209199800813255</id><published>2009-07-03T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:50:35.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dibaling tepung -.-'</title><content type='html'>Yes. The title clearly states. SAYA DIBALING TEPUNG. Esok birthday, tapi hari ni kene. -.-' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. Siapalah punya kerja supply tepung nih, memang nak kene!&lt;/span&gt; It was 12.30pm, and I was getting ready to fly home. Then Umyra called me, saying "beg Haziq rosak!". Dengan semangat dan penuh tekad aku membetulkan beg Haziq yang kononnya rosak, tiba-tiba terdengar suara yang macam beramai-ramai dan comel-comel saying &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"WE LOVE YOU, NAURA"&lt;/span&gt; and belum sempat ku toleh ke belakang, - KELEPUPP! hoh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis semua putih! Dah macam hantu dah! Bak kata Abang Nas, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kau balek nih, terus masuk oven!&lt;/span&gt;" peh! dia ingat aku nih adunan kek ke hape? LOL. Lepas kene 'bomb putih', ingatkan dah takde. Suddenly - PLISHHH! there goes the water bomb. peh! memang melekit lah. adoyyy. Didn't see that one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;UMYRAH, DIDIY, YEE CHING, INTAN, JIMIE, AIZAT, ABANG NAS, ANAS, WAN, IQBAL, and SHEILA&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;korang nihhhh.. haihhh... *gelengkepala!* haha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**my fellow sayangs, if it wasn't my birthday coming, trust me, I'll be cursing! muahaha. *evillaugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day that I will not and must not forget for the next ten years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-5950209199800813255?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5950209199800813255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=5950209199800813255&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5950209199800813255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/5950209199800813255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/dibaling-tepung.html' title='dibaling tepung -.-&apos;'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-239679207045141935</id><published>2009-06-29T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:35:29.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a major crisis everyone.</title><content type='html'>Okay, everyone. I am now suffering, and dealing with this one weird disease called - "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;naurakenapakautakbolehtidur&lt;/span&gt;". -.-'&lt;br /&gt;I know my fellow friends. This is soooo~ not cool. Really, I mean it. Some of you, oh no. wait. Most of you, yeah. Most of you might think this is just something normal and probably think "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hek ele, naura gelabah&lt;/span&gt;." Oh. IDFC. Esok sekolah, so - this is a major crisis! *sighed* It's almost 4 o'clock in the morning and my eyes are still open wide. Whoa! Holy cow! And yes, here also comes the moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;open day + report card = aaarghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-239679207045141935?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/239679207045141935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=239679207045141935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/239679207045141935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/239679207045141935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-major-crisis-everyone.html' title='it&apos;s a major crisis everyone.'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2559048548443250366</id><published>2009-06-28T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:29:02.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink For Sure.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I just can't sleep. It's already 2.18am and I have no idea how I ended up surfing the net. huaaargh. oh, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biarlah&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, I just found this amazing website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.pinkforsure.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's all about pink, hot pink, soft pink, and all kinds of pink! Mamma mia! Layouts, quotes, pictures. I think it's awesome! for someone like me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lahh&lt;/span&gt;. haha. check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2559048548443250366?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2559048548443250366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2559048548443250366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2559048548443250366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2559048548443250366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/pink-for-sure.html' title='Pink For Sure.'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-2178137449583944261</id><published>2009-06-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:22:47.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dammit. dammit.</title><content type='html'>I tried to remember when was the last time I had fun. Has anyone told you the fact that life is not fair? I absolutely agree. I’m going to be seventeen this Saturday, and I have to face the biggest examination of my entire life this year - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. And I am positively sure this doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy the other side of the world like everybody. Somehow, I think this is  too much. Enough is enough! I’ve been living in this dungeon full filled with books for a half of the year and I must keep on slogging, keep on going until it is time for me to stop. SPM is the only ticket for me to fly higher than anyone else to achieve my spectacular dreams! Books, books, and books. Thank God, I don’t have to deal with the coffins and moats. Or worse, the corps. Only books.&lt;br /&gt; Today, I start with crunchy cereals and followed by numbers and calculations - Additional Mathematics. Permutations and combinations! One of the worse and easy-to-fail subject in the universe besides Physics. I took my pencil, and start counting. At the same time, I’m still thinking how interesting my life will be today.&lt;br /&gt;        Right now, I'm waiting a very special call from my girlfriend. Yes, she's having a very jolly good time in Medan, Indonesia. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harap² dia tak bawak balik those virus.&lt;/span&gt; -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-2178137449583944261?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2178137449583944261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=2178137449583944261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2178137449583944261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/2178137449583944261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/slog-slog-books-books.html' title='dammit. dammit.'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6360339073939189389</id><published>2009-06-19T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:21:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tag 10 people after you're done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. . . (a point for each one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smoked.&lt;br /&gt;2. consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;5. kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;6. had sex.&lt;br /&gt;7. had someone in your room other than family.&lt;br /&gt;8. watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;9. bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;10. tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;2. taken someone else's prescription medicine.&lt;br /&gt;3. lied to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;4. lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. snuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. done something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;7. felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;8. hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. wished someone to die.&lt;br /&gt;10. seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed curfew.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. been to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;5. received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;6. been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;7. dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;8. been in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;9. been to a club.&lt;br /&gt;10. been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a Mardi Gras parade.&lt;br /&gt;3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.&lt;br /&gt;4. had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;5. sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;6. wore black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;7. wore arm bands.&lt;br /&gt;8. wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;9. listened to rap.&lt;br /&gt;10. owned a 50 Cent CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;2. dressed girly.&lt;br /&gt;3. dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;4. dressed grunge.&lt;br /&gt;5. stole something.&lt;br /&gt;6. been too drunk to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;7. blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;8. fainted.&lt;br /&gt;9. had a crush on a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3. dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;5. called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;6. installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;7. broken a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;8. showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;9. brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;2. seen an R-rated movie in theater.&lt;br /&gt;3. cruised the mall.&lt;br /&gt;4. skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;5. had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;6. had an injury.&lt;br /&gt;7. gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.&lt;br /&gt;9. caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;10. lied about your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. owned/rented an apartment/house.&lt;br /&gt;2. broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;4. got in trouble with the police.&lt;br /&gt;5. talked to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;6. hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;7. kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;8. rode in the car with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;9. been harassed.&lt;br /&gt;10.been verbally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. met face-to-face with someone you met online.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;6. been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;7. drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. prank-called someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;10. cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#MY TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grand Total: 34. &lt;/span&gt;and...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Have Less Than 10.. write [im a Goody Goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 10.. write [im still a goody goody]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more Than 20..write [im average]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have More Than 30..write [im a bad kid]&lt;br /&gt;If You have more than 40..write [im a very bad influence]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 50..write [im a horrible person]&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 60..write [i should be in jail]'&lt;br /&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [i should be dead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF?? I'M A BAD KID? *jangan prcaya bnda karut nih!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people that needs my baaaaad influence are&lt;br /&gt;1.sarah&lt;br /&gt;2.didi&lt;br /&gt;3.haziq&lt;br /&gt;4.adam&lt;br /&gt;5.shy&lt;br /&gt;6.fareena&lt;br /&gt;7.emo&lt;br /&gt;8.abang nas! :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;9.jimiy! kahkahkah.&lt;br /&gt;10.adila rawker. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-6360339073939189389?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6360339073939189389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6360339073939189389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6360339073939189389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6360339073939189389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-1594815083492528209</id><published>2009-06-19T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:56:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAME him! NOT me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey you! Yeah, you. READ this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku tolong dia buat google account. Tu je. Sebab dia tak reti. Mula-mula aku tanya baik-baik je. Dengan penuh caring aku tanya enn. Tiba-tiba kau melenting. Memang aku geram dengan kau. Geram ada, sedih pun ada. Aku tak bersalah, tapi kau melepaskan emosi kemarahan kau dekat aku. You wanna get even with me? HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘terbaik’&lt;/span&gt;!! Almost everyone yang aku cerita pasal ni, diorang cakap, asal aku macam &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mangsa keadaan&lt;/span&gt;? Peh! Tau takpe. Kau bengang dekat dia, tapi kau marah-marah dekat aku. Huh! Padahal aku back-up kau enn masa aku chat dgn dia dkt ym mlm tu. Aku tak faham lah dengan kau. And guess what? Aku tak sangka yang aku mampu bertahan dgn kau selama ni.  Tadi Intan cakap, kau cakap kau tak marah kat aku, cuma tak nak pandang muka aku je. PERGH! Tak macam hina pulak bila aku dgr kata-kata tu kan! Padahal, that time - kau pandang muka Azrul, dgn Emo - and kau marah-marah dekat aku! Then kau bole buat muka tempoyak dgn aku. Wey, aku mengaku memang aku bagi password and email aku dkt dia. So? Dia yang cakap kau G*Y. Bukan aku! Faham? BUKAN aku! Dan aku tidak akan minta maaf atas apa yang si Rafael tu buat dekat kau. Sebab BUKAN aku yang cakap kau G*Y. It’s between you and him! NOT ME! Yes, and I did say - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“iskh, jangan lah kutuk dia dekat sini.”&lt;/span&gt; memang lah! Kalau kau nak kutuk kwn aku pun, pergi lah jauh-jauh tempat yang aku tak dengar! Siapa sanggup dengar org kutuk member kita sendiri. And yes - dia memang ada kutuk kau. Tapi aku back-up kau. Heh! Apa-apa lah! Aku tak minta apa-apa ganjaran pun dari kau sebab aku back-up kau. But - apa yang kau buat dekat aku tu macam melampau ahh. Peh! Dah lah. Aku dah malas gila nak layan kau. Dah lah kau duduk depan aku dekat kelas. Huh! Lantak lah. Kau rasa kau betul sangat kan? Okay, fine. Settle. You, win! Nak sangat menang dgn perempuan! Here you go! Have it! And enjoy it! Satisfied??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FYI, aku dah maafkan kau walaupun kau tak minta maaf dekat aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p/s; thanks for ALL the memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-1594815083492528209?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1594815083492528209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=1594815083492528209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1594815083492528209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/1594815083492528209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/blame-him-not-me.html' title='BLAME him! NOT me!!'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8413677815267740237.post-6748005797347178862</id><published>2009-06-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:11:24.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please keep walking, naura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/Si_hrBzbJFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SLed8PWLSy8/s1600-h/3167338432_ca44f655b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/Si_hrBzbJFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SLed8PWLSy8/s320/3167338432_ca44f655b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739412046816338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my fairytale life was &lt;font size=3&gt;REAL&lt;/font size=3&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But huuuhh. No &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. It's all a big laugh. A joke! Right here, right now, I'm dealing with one of the biggest &lt;strike&gt;joke&lt;/strike&gt; mistake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm enjoying myself by pulling my own leg. How stupid. It was crystal clear, Naura! And yes, now it looks like I'm the crazy moron by pretending, lying, and I'm hiding one thousand tears behind my smile! hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*sighed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing a piece of my heart with someone who acts just like the wind blows and I have no idea who I'm dealing with right now. I'm trying to move forward and I want aim for the future - but my past kept haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm having trouble with my emotions. I cry a lot, and I don't eat. Gosh! &lt;strike&gt;Kalau makin kurus takpe lah. ini tak, macam sama je.&lt;/strike&gt; -.-'&lt;br /&gt;And I finally realize that I am now lack of confident to trust people around me except for me, myself, and I. Oh, and my Barbie doll collections too. *they can't talk. so yea, they'll kept my secret like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naura, why don't you just say it? You're the REAL deal. People just judge with what they see. With their naked eyes! They don't have X-Ray goggles to observe what's the pain that you're suffering with. Can't you see? You're pathetic! You wrapped yourself with all the sharp knifes that could kill you someday. Or maybe today! You'll never know Naura. Life is unpredictable. You don't even know what's for dinner tonight! Life must go on. The stars aren't blind, they'll show you the place where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon girl, speak up! Trust me, you've been suffering and crying all night in your heart, thinking a way to get your life back. And if your bedroom walls could talk, huh! They have tons of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ceramah &lt;/span&gt;ready for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been hiding for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I thought smoking was the only way to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;If only the world knows how weak I am right now,&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to be stronger than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't want to give up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;but that's my heart talking&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just want it to shut up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;so I can keep on walking&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,some problems just can't solve right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8413677815267740237-6748005797347178862?l=akubudakpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6748005797347178862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8413677815267740237&amp;postID=6748005797347178862&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6748005797347178862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8413677815267740237/posts/default/6748005797347178862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akubudakpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-keep-walking-naura.html' title='please keep walking, naura'/><author><name>Naura Nasuha♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16317152618025765483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P61cNXQCd4I/TX4OpI79fqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_3hLu6MuRMc/s220/IMG_1975.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hviwX6Njcvs/Si_hrBzbJFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SLed8PWLSy8/s72-c/3167338432_ca44f655b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></
