<?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-7358480991716721048</id><updated>2012-02-10T05:01:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i know it</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking a leap every step of the way, never looking back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3158865162123294763</id><published>2012-01-20T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T04:04:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Liitle Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;15th of January marks the 20th birthday of my best friend, also my big sister, Nabilah Amalin. I should write this entry 4 days ago but I was too occupied with other stuff, I only get to do it now (actually I malas nak masuk blogger sebab takut buang masa lama due to finals being this Saturday! :O). Okay, so on a lighter note, below is a video we made for her, as a surprise. Sweet tak kitorang? Cuwit cangat! Ahakzzz! Okay gedik =_= &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had gathered a few of my classmates, her roommate, Faa and Yana Satar who is quite close to her and we wished her happy birthday in this video. She was totally surprised, and was touched by this little surprise from us. Hihi. Thank you friends for helping me in completing this video, I couldn't had done it without you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GjGFrYAuwu8?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: It was my first video ever, so don't expect it to be all Steven Spielberg-ish :p&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/7358480991716721048-3158865162123294763?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3158865162123294763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3158865162123294763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3158865162123294763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3158865162123294763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2012/01/liitle-surprise.html' title='A Liitle Surprise'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GjGFrYAuwu8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5345980876639533827</id><published>2012-01-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:00:14.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi's Fashion 101 #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The title of this post indicates like I'm a fashionista or some fashion expert eh? Am totally not, aku bajet je okay. Lulzzz. But I actually love and indulge myself in the fashion world. I dig designers and their works and I love all these fashion houses and their labels (though I can't really afford it, one day perhaps :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some of you might not know this, but I actually have a thing for blazers. I love blazers. And I have one. I would actually love to get some more but my financial status won't let me so T_T I iz sad la laik zis. I was going through Zara's website and these are some of blazer looks I found. I think it looks nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, I don't get it. When I'm wearing my blazer, to class for example, some people (especially the guys) would call me 'pengawas'. Seriously? Just because I'm wearing blazer? I don't quite get it though. Maybe the way I wore it made me look like one, because I put my tudung inside the blazer? I don't know. Or maybe because they don't know that blazer is actually a fashion statement too? Hmm. Never mind. I still love blazers no matter what. Hihi. And I am going to continue saying, "Even Kim Kardashian wears blazer!". Lulzzz. How shallow of me. Whatever, I don't mind. I still love what I had loved. Okay that's all. Kthanxbye! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6LpvxyDT0/TwruqPEvwMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dEyFdIJvw6E/s1600/1104001_1_1_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6LpvxyDT0/TwruqPEvwMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dEyFdIJvw6E/s400/1104001_1_1_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMF-PJ-f3Fw/Twru5Pf6IkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fHUPWH3wU4w/s1600/1104002_1_1_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMF-PJ-f3Fw/Twru5Pf6IkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fHUPWH3wU4w/s400/1104002_1_1_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: I'm gonna get a pink blazer one day *dream on*&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/7358480991716721048-5345980876639533827?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5345980876639533827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5345980876639533827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5345980876639533827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5345980876639533827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2012/01/mimis-fashion-101-1.html' title='Mimi&apos;s Fashion 101 #1'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6LpvxyDT0/TwruqPEvwMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dEyFdIJvw6E/s72-c/1104001_1_1_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1416998919970699204</id><published>2012-01-08T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T06:23:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Love, a four-lettered word. How do you define love? Throughout my life, I always see people asking the definition, the true meaning of love. What is it really? Well, if you ask me, I don't really know what it means too. Do we really need to have a definition about love? I would say not really. I don't have any knowledge about it either, so I would just settle for what I see and I feel. Here's my take on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that loving someone is one of the greatest feeling you ever feel. Little that I know I was wrong, totally wrong. I used to think that falling in love is a beautiful thing, it is beautiful if you handle your feelings the right way. However, as I age and went through some series of dramas and what not, I realised that it is one of the gruesome things in life, especially when it doesn't end in the way you had expected. Of course, when you fall in love with someone, you would have the intention of being together with them and you would want to be with them for the rest of your life. Some end with marriage, but many others went kaput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I learned, the love towards a human being won't last. Even if you get married, one day your spouse would leave you also once God decide to call him/her back to His side. You won't get to feel their love anymore. Only the memories will be with you. Nothing last forever on this world, except for the one and only, the most loving and the most merciful, Allah s.w.t. But little did we pay attention to the one who had give us this life we are living now. Everyone is busy finding their true love on this very surface of the earth, but has anyone pay any attention to Him? We're so busy with our worldly matters, too drenched in our feelings, that we forgot to seek His love. Too much in love with the boyfriend/girlfriend that you forgot to be in love and seeking for His love. MasyaAllah, ruginya kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you, are you sure, 100% sure that you'll end up marrying that person you see as "the love of your life"? Are you really sure enough that you'll live happily ever after? Well actually the true "ever after" is the Jannah. So, think again. Is this the love that we seek? The love that will guarantee us eternal happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it now, love is when you love Allah and you're seeking for His love. That is true love. Nothing can compare to the love you have towards your own creator, He who designated your life as it is. If you love Him, insyaAllah, He will give you the best of life, here and hereafter. Only when you love Him, will you get the best of love. He will give you the best of everything. He already gave you loving parents and family, and if He already took it from you, definitely He would replace them with loving friends and relatives. One day, insyaAllah, He will also match you up with someone that will be the greatest life companion you will ever get, that loves Him as much. Isn't that beautiful? Just by loving Allah, He will give you the sweetest things in life, and even if you don't feel it much in this life, you will have it for the rest of your life, for eternity, di syurga nanti , and that is when you will be able to meet your own creator. Isn't that precious? :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love Allah, you would definitely love yourself. When you love yourself, you would definitely be fair to yourself. When you love Allah, you would also love your parents heartily and you would be fair to them also and insyaAllah be a good child to them. When you love Allah, you will also love everyone else around you, and be fair to them too. InsyaAllah, you'll become a good friend to your friends and a great life companion to that person Allah had destined for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my take on love, and it may vary from you people. We all have different opinions and views in life. I'm just sharing mine. I am not perfect, but I am still trying to nurture my love towards Him and I'm trying to be closer to Him and I'm still taking baby steps right now. Please do pray for me dear friends. I'm sorry if I offended anyone or if what I'm saying over here is harsh perhaps. Segala keburukan itu datang dari saya sendiri and all the good things come from Allah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxZCCN7vQRo/TwjEsuM8P2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/CHldoRoe2SI/s1600/Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-721652.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxZCCN7vQRo/TwjEsuM8P2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/CHldoRoe2SI/s400/Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-721652.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mak pernah cakap, even kalau suami sendiri pun tak boleh sayang gila-gila yang terlampau-lampau sebab tak tentu suami itu akan bersama kita selamanya, but Allah will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and salam :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1416998919970699204?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1416998919970699204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1416998919970699204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1416998919970699204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1416998919970699204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2012/01/abstract.html' title='Abstract'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxZCCN7vQRo/TwjEsuM8P2I/AAAAAAAAAwE/CHldoRoe2SI/s72-c/Love__Beach__Sunset__by_danicafaye-721652.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8903974901249724656</id><published>2012-01-01T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:07:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 In A Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedar tak sedar, a year passes by just like that. As of now, it is already 1.23am, 1/1/2012. I can't believe it is already 2012, seriously. I didn't even realised that the year was coming to an end, up until 2 or 3 days ago. I was too immersed in my own stuff and daily life routine that I don't even try to bother with dates and such. Teruk kan? Lulzzz. The thing is, I don't really feel anything, not anticipating or anything, not even hyped about it. I don't feel anything. Yeah, it's new year but I don't feel the need to be happy about it. The fact that I'll turn 20 this year makes it even more of a bummer, and the fact that I am closer to death with days passing by, right? So, don't lose yourself and lupa diri la celebrate kedatangan tahun baru because it means that makin hari makin dekat kita dengan mati, and makin suntuk peluang untuk bertaubat. This is also a reminder for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back on 2011, it wasn't the best year I've ever had. I can say it was one of the toughest year. Why? That was the year I knew the real meaning of being heartbroken to the core, being deceived, being lied to, and things that made you crumbled to the lowest point of your life. Despite that dark point of my life, I managed to overcome it with the help of my support system, my dear munchkins! My mother, my best friends, the people that made me become stronger. Mak, thank you for all the advice and your doa for me. Alhamdulillah berkat doa mak, I am now happier than I've ever been :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtBSaCXpHxk/Tv-fjQcxseI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XMOF0jnOLJM/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtBSaCXpHxk/Tv-fjQcxseI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XMOF0jnOLJM/s400/IMG_0119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Besides my mommy dearest, my girlfriends did help me in building a tougher me. I love them all to bits :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5T_6amcsi34/Tv-h8ZlQpqI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4HORapS82dw/s1600/155291_1610467513077_1577911200_1405320_2219227_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5T_6amcsi34/Tv-h8ZlQpqI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4HORapS82dw/s400/155291_1610467513077_1577911200_1405320_2219227_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIaVmhfFCpo/Tv-iyivW_AI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ww6m_HkSg6Q/s1600/327058_267361169960092_100000586321272_961952_5425038_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIaVmhfFCpo/Tv-iyivW_AI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ww6m_HkSg6Q/s400/327058_267361169960092_100000586321272_961952_5425038_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXxTaR9frjQ/Tv-kbeMXG7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/4DpYppyq2eA/s1600/206923_1973493779251_1300231425_32343394_5039023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXxTaR9frjQ/Tv-kbeMXG7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/4DpYppyq2eA/s400/206923_1973493779251_1300231425_32343394_5039023_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And also there were so many people giving me the support but Tims, Yana and Bils were the ones who helped me get back on my feet, always listening and being attentive to me. I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was also this one person, who helped me and gave me the strength and words that would lift my spirits back up. Sometimes he might say it in a harsh way but most of the things that came out from his mouth are true, and made me stronger, and led me to become a fighter. Lulzzz. He is my best friend, and I see him like my own brother, an oppa to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGpOWvzD7GA/Tv-nlOWBr8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EKr9Xv9m1F0/s1600/376099_313493215329989_100000079381674_1268844_1737008943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGpOWvzD7GA/Tv-nlOWBr8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/EKr9Xv9m1F0/s400/376099_313493215329989_100000079381674_1268844_1737008943_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Sorry Alwi, I curi your gambar and edidit some more sebab we never took pictures together &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are some of the people that had made 2011 better for me, and I love them all dearly :) A new year wish from Alwi through BBM somehow makes me feel ecstatic about looking forward to a better year this year. With a good friend like him, and all my girlfriends, insyaAllah 2012 will be a good year, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! I almost forgot. There's this one person, who played an important role in making 2011 much much better, The one who came into my life when I was at rock-bottom. No, I am not gonna put up any pictures of that person, it shall remain a mystery ( mystery lah sangat when almost all of your close friends knew who it is =_= ). Lulzzz. However, this time it is different. I like this person, very much, and it had been like what, 8 months? That is quite a long period and yet I am not in love or whatsoever ( I think so ). I do think of him frequently but it's not to the extent where I can't focus on my work and stuffs. When I'm occupied, I don't even think of anyone, too absorbed. I wasn't like this before this so I feel like this is a good thing. And no I don't feel impulsive like "aku nak dia pelisss, be mine!". Lulzzz. I'm like "okay aku suka kat hang, hang cool hang awesome hang macam blur and I like it so please stay awesome like zis". Hahaha. Okay enough talking about 'unknown'. Lulzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now it's farewell 2011 and hello 2012. I am looking forward to an awesome year ahead. I like how my life is right now and I don't quite mind if I keep on living like this ( minus the endless test and exams of course! ). Lulzzz. Thank you awesome mommy and friends for making 2011 a bittersweet one. Love uolsss! :D&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/7358480991716721048-8903974901249724656?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8903974901249724656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8903974901249724656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8903974901249724656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8903974901249724656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-in-flash.html' title='2011 In A Flash'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtBSaCXpHxk/Tv-fjQcxseI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XMOF0jnOLJM/s72-c/IMG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3457591780187910338</id><published>2012-01-01T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:13:29.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fatimah With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;On the 29th of December, my dear best friend, Fatimah Amira binti Zuhairi lost her dad due to colon-rectum cancer. However alhamdulillah she managed to be back home before her father passed away. At least she gets to see him one last time. It was a tragic tale, of how she received the news from her mother that her father won't be able to make it until the end of the week. I rushed to see her as soon as Sarah, her housemate, whatsapp-ed me asking me to be by Fatimah's side to console her. My heart crumbled as soon as I went inside the room and saw her crying that much. Never have I seen her so vulnerable like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried looking for flight tickets for her, and at the same time trying to console her. Alas, Timmy is one heck of a strong girl. She managed to compose herself, and be redha about it. Alhamdulillah she managed to find a flight ticket back home even though she missed the earlier flight. She reached home and managed to be with her father for about one day. Then at 11am on Thursday (Malaysian time), her father was called back to the Almighty. He was only 48 (if I'm not mistaken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, I kept thinking of Fatimah and I couldn't concentrate in my practical class. I inbox-ed my mom and she told me she called Fatimah and Fatimah sounded so sad and cried while talking to my mom. My mom sad it was very sad. Reading that makes me feel even heartbroken. I was deeply affected. I kept thinking of Fatimah, I still do. I think about her family, her mom, her two sisters, and her three little brothers, Eben, Ayyasy and Aarez. Even though I met Ayyasy and Aarez only once, I love them to bits. They're so adorable. It hurts even more that they don't even realise that their dad will not be there for them anymore. Writing this even makes me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Fatimah is so strong, she really is. I managed to BBM her last night and she seemed fine. Sad, but able to accept and redha. I am so touched by the strength she possesses. If she can be that strong, I have to be strong for her too. At this rate and at this point of time, the rest of her family is on my mind. I pray to Allah may He let it be easier on them. May they be strong in facing the challenges they will have to face and may You protect them Ya Allah. I love Fatimah, and I feel a strong connection towards her family too. Therefore, I will always remember them and pray for them. Allah is fair and He will never let His servants go through things they won't be able to handle. He loves Fatimah and her family by giving them this test. Be strong Fatimah, I know you are. I love you so much Fatimah, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Stay strong for Allah is always with you, and we are all here for you. Me, Yana Satar, and the rest. We love you to bits :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCpSz5z8KLg/Tv-TZZgkiLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Dnze8cg-IlE/s1600/248724_219605734734537_100000553368374_808313_3234294_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCpSz5z8KLg/Tv-TZZgkiLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Dnze8cg-IlE/s400/248724_219605734734537_100000553368374_808313_3234294_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YfETrGCxOc/Tv-UN0-sJpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3oWxuVOmTUQ/s1600/221826_194398320603687_100001005615636_478250_1070697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YfETrGCxOc/Tv-UN0-sJpI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3oWxuVOmTUQ/s400/221826_194398320603687_100001005615636_478250_1070697_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqMc4X00MqY/Tv-R7-zwFOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AdPJZwO7NTk/s1600/253086_219604368068007_100000553368374_808279_1803965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqMc4X00MqY/Tv-R7-zwFOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AdPJZwO7NTk/s400/253086_219604368068007_100000553368374_808279_1803965_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceEsoRRgWUs/Tv-PwyPTSCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gQtYiVREhcU/s1600/SAM_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceEsoRRgWUs/Tv-PwyPTSCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/gQtYiVREhcU/s320/SAM_0848.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7358480991716721048-3457591780187910338?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3457591780187910338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3457591780187910338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3457591780187910338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3457591780187910338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-fatimah-with-love.html' title='To Fatimah With Love'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCpSz5z8KLg/Tv-TZZgkiLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Dnze8cg-IlE/s72-c/248724_219605734734537_100000553368374_808313_3234294_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-126015954523474818</id><published>2011-12-25T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T07:56:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys enjoy a good read, &amp;nbsp;a love story with unexpected outcomes, and if you're a hopeless romantic like me, YOU. HAVE. TO. READ. THIS! I mean, seriously! This girl, the author, she's awesome! Dah la study kat KMB, serious bright gila, and her story is also very deep and makes you think and give another look on life itself and love. I cried all the way (maybe sebab aku memang sensitip and cepat tersentuh) but I cried so hard, it was like I was dumped or something. Serious, I was weeping like I'm in such a great pain because I feel the pain while reading it. Mata aku bengkak weh! Hahaha. So, do read, and enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arliinaussie.blogspot.com/2011/09/chopstick-1.html"&gt;http://arliinaussie.blogspot.com/2011/09/chopstick-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-126015954523474818?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/126015954523474818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=126015954523474818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/126015954523474818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/126015954523474818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/12/must-read.html' title='A Must Read!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5537685469742460941</id><published>2011-12-13T05:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T05:40:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizontal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Assalamualaikum and a very good evening dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually tired, drained out, to the point of being 'terkulai layu' like that, almost. I had been having exams for like the past one month, straight. Examinations and tests keep coming, never ending. There will always be assessments every week. Do you have any idea how tiring that is? My head feels as if it's falling down or something, i.e. today I had two exams, General Anatomy and Dental Anatomy. General Anatomy was okay, I managed to do it though I did a simple mistake. However Dental Anatomy was very the stressing you! Theory-wise, I was kinda blurry, trying to recall things back. Practical-wise, doing the carving on the first mandibular molar, 5 cusps, tough baby tough. I recalled Miss Sara saying that the time given to carve the tooth is 2 hours before this when she was asked personally (or maybe I heard wrong, not sure) but we were given only 1 hour 20 minutes to finish it off. Stress!~ *Kang Gary style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if you're reading this, you might think I'm boring, my life is too. My previous posts were also about me and my academic-related matters. Yes, my life is dull like that for the moment. People who know me very well would know that I am not at all dull ( I guess). I am this loud girl who talks and talks like a bullet train and thinks that she owns the world or something and laugh her arse off LIKE A BOSS! Teehee. I'm so annoying some people can't even stand me. Even when my life is kinda dull at this moment, I am still as annoying as ever. Boo me. Haha. But hey, I am trying to work it out you know. Will try not to be as loud as I was. I mean, I am gonna be 20 next year! Amagaddd! How time flies! My teenage years will soon pass me by. Dah tak belasan tahun dah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, reality starts to hit me. I am gonna get old, life is gonna be tougher and more challenging. I'm gonna meet new people along the way, learn new things, perhaps fall deeply in love? (ecehhh mengada!) Hahaha, No, not for the moment, I guess, because now it is the time to only be liking someone, not be too serious about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, almost forgot to share this. I went to have an X-Ray of my teeth because I am about to be getting braces so I had to do it. The result was so astounding I can't believe my eyes. It was way beyond normal. Let me share the photograph of the X-Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWtiYrLwJnQ/TuZvHzlcnxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NGio2Gom8_c/s1600/gigimimi.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWtiYrLwJnQ/TuZvHzlcnxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NGio2Gom8_c/s320/gigimimi.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the image of my teeth from the lingual aspect (from the back). Try looking at my left wisdom tooth. This is what we call impaction of tooth, whereby it grows not according to how it was supposed grow. In my case, my wisdom tooth had gone horizontal! This is serious people, I might have to undergo a surgery to remove it, a minor one, but still it's horrifying! The doctor will cut of the gingiva to remove it and then jahit balik. It's gonna be painful I tell you. Ya Allah, I'm so scared :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrJj6ejSDfs/TuZw8n7uADI/AAAAAAAAAto/CE3986nICXA/s1600/gigimimi2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rrJj6ejSDfs/TuZw8n7uADI/AAAAAAAAAto/CE3986nICXA/s320/gigimimi2.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And when I looked at this image this afternoon, only did I realise that I was somehow kinda jongang! See how my maxillary incisor overlaps my mandibular incisor? That's why I need to wear braces. I'm not doing it just for the purpose of beautification, it does need to be corrected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I'm tired already, typing. I bet you people also got tired of reading this. It's bye for now. I won't had the chance to blog regularly, I'm kinda busy at this point and perhaps until the end of semester. Plus I have a presentation coming up on Thursday and I still have gazillion of things to be done. So, au revoir people! God bless!&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/7358480991716721048-5537685469742460941?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5537685469742460941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5537685469742460941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5537685469742460941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5537685469742460941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/12/horizontal.html' title='Horizontal'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWtiYrLwJnQ/TuZvHzlcnxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/NGio2Gom8_c/s72-c/gigimimi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6526958814567288925</id><published>2011-11-15T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:28:01.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Knowing it is already enough. I don't need nothing more. I am happy and contented with how my life is right now. No stress, no pressure (except for studies related matters hahaha), no drama whatsoever. I am at peace with myself and everyone around me (at least I think I am) and I feel blessed. Thank you Allah for always being by my side and for guiding me through every step of the way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6526958814567288925?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6526958814567288925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6526958814567288925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6526958814567288925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6526958814567288925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/11/mutual.html' title='Mutual'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1467049124436916384</id><published>2011-11-09T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:27:47.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's a bummer when your internet doesn't work properly, and in the end you have to cut it off because it's not that functional. Thank God that I have my phone, so that I can still log on to Facebook and Twitter, and do some Google-ing. My laptop is only for watching movies and TV shows. I don't actually know what to write, but I just feel like writing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week of holiday, Eid holiday. I always feel like lazying around but the truth is, midterm will be strating next week. What the heck are you doing Syamimi?! Feels so unproductive. Okay what am I doing here actually. Go and get your arse moving, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1467049124436916384?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1467049124436916384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1467049124436916384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1467049124436916384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1467049124436916384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7883268917464943547</id><published>2011-10-25T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:38:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Internet was being a douche, so I couldn't online or logged on into Blogspot! Oh how much I miss you my dear blog. Feels like forever I haven't write over here. I wasn't able to share stuff for quite some time. Even Dini BBM-ed me and asked when will I update my blog, and Dini, the answer is right now! I'm updating my blog right now. Heee. This feels so good. I used to blog frequently but the internet was so, urghhh. However, when I came back to Egypt, I didn't really feel like blogging either. I felt so lazy, to even switch on my laptop. It made me feel as if it'll waste my time if I spend my time in front of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had even cut down my dose of Korean shows, limiting them to only a few times a week. I'd only watch while eating or yeah, mostly while eating. I don't feel like watching the series straight to the end, you know. I watch one episode, and that's it. Even though my friend recommended that show "Dream High", and told me it was like so great and all, I didn't feel the same way. I felt bothered enough after watching one episode because there was too much drama. In the end I chose to also watch Running Man while eating. Okay, enough talking about Korean shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moving on to things that are way more important. As you all know, I am now back in Egypt. I am now in my second year of dentistry, and all I can say is, this semester is quite hectic. Almost everyday I'll have class from morning to evening, sometimes direct, without any break. Friday Sunday is my weekend~ (gaya lagu "Taken For A Fool"). Yeah, my day off is Friday and Sunday, and that will be the only two days for me to catch up on my studies. It's quite a lot people. My subjects for this semester is Physiology (yang ni memang banyak gila nak kena ingat), Anatomy (sama la gak), Biochemistry (pun sama banyak nak kena hafal), Histology (also the same, hafal hafal hafal) and Dental Anatomy (where we now sambung carving the two mandibular premolars). Though there's so much to cope with, I feel quite ecstatic about it somehow. It feels like I have a reason to live, and my life is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I believe that this new chapter of my life, as a second year student will bring me more fond memories. I don't know what's going to happen but I choose to be optimistic about it. I'm happy to be learning new stuff, no complaints. The only down side is, I don't feel as happy as I was before, being here in Egypt. I miss home, I miss my own country. This place feels so foreign, so dirty with rubbish all over the place. Feels like I don't quite belong here. What keeps me going is just the thought of me wanting to pursue my dream of becoming a dentist, and no matter what comes my way, I would have to deal with it, no fret, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that is all for now. I still have so many things to be done. Will blog less often from now on for I'll be busy this whole semester. I will try to find some time to blog though. Wishing all of you happiness and bliss, and also, Happy Diwali I bid to the Indians. Goodbye dear readers, and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7883268917464943547?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7883268917464943547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7883268917464943547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7883268917464943547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7883268917464943547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-phase.html' title='A New Phase'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5009479180353907770</id><published>2011-10-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:51:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Peace (I meant Piece actually =_=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my how I love Adele! She's so brilliant and talented. It's amazing how she wrote all the songs in the album 21 after her painful break up, making it so real and you can actually relate to it. We feel her pain and despair, and we are reminded of ours too, the pain that we had to bear after being left by the ones we used to love so much. Even when you're already over someone and all the pain you went through, when you listen to this song, you'll be reminded of how much you used to love that person and how he ended up leaving you when he was your everything. You remembered what he said, just like what Adele said. Even though I've forgotten almost everything, the moments, the conversations, you're just reminded of it again when you listen to this. No, it's not that you want them back, it's just that you remember again what you used to had and realised how it ended not so well. However, I don't want &amp;nbsp;'Someone Like You', and I don't want to find 'Someone Like You', because I want someone who is not even 1% percent you. I just don't know why Adele would want someone like her ex again. Perhaps she was not over this ex of hers yet when she wrote the song. Thank God I was long gone over mine already. Albeit, this is one beautiful song, beautiful beautiful piece. I hope you're over it all by now, and thank you for giving us all these songs to relate to. You're one of a kind Adele, and you're extremely pretty. I love you Adele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5009479180353907770?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5009479180353907770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5009479180353907770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5009479180353907770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5009479180353907770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/10/beautiful-peace.html' title='A Beautiful Peace (I meant Piece actually =_=)'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1714539639770117655</id><published>2011-09-29T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:36:06.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm still not gonna do the post on NZ just yet, for now. That would take up a lot of my time. It's midnight and I should actually sleep, but deep down, my real intention is to catch up on Running Man (muehehe). I'm still stuck at 51 when the current episode is already 61. I need to be done with it before I go back to Alex, so that when I kick-off my semester, I could just focus on studying and spend just a bit of my time on watching Korean shows (telah berjanji kepada diri sendiri ye, must do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously missing Alexandria. Bil's already there, Timmy memang dah lama sampai dengan Yana. I want to be with them so badly! I miss em so much! It's sad you know, when they keep telling me that they miss me and that I should be getting my arse to Alex ASAP. I want it to be that way too but I just have to wait until the 5th of October to fly back there. Actually my flight was at 2050 hours just now, but I extended the ticket to the 5th because I have to settle stuffs regarding my loan. If not I would be arriving in Alex tomorrow morning. Tapi takpe laa, ada la hikmah why it is like this kan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suzsjzZCabI/ToNXsL2AAhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oQzXTRLt0zE/s1600/221826_194398320603687_100001005615636_478250_1070697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suzsjzZCabI/ToNXsL2AAhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oQzXTRLt0zE/s320/221826_194398320603687_100001005615636_478250_1070697_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVmnWuIlsQE/ToNYAlnFmDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/r-9G8uFacPk/s1600/327058_267361169960092_100000586321272_961952_5425038_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVmnWuIlsQE/ToNYAlnFmDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/r-9G8uFacPk/s320/327058_267361169960092_100000586321272_961952_5425038_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJyOCwTaIv0/ToNYL_QbqMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ycYhh1n4Owc/s1600/206923_1973493779251_1300231425_32343394_5039023_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJyOCwTaIv0/ToNYL_QbqMI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ycYhh1n4Owc/s320/206923_1973493779251_1300231425_32343394_5039023_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sumpa rindu korang sangat! (Coincidentally semua gambar pakai tudung sama =_=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, I'm quite excited to start off my new sem. Semangat membara-bara ni! Hahaha. Now that I have a bigger responsibility to maintain my grades, I should be working my arse off when studying. Focus focus focus! But I'll allow myself some Running Man time in between hihihi :D It's all about balancing and juggling your routine. If you know your priorities, you're good to go. Do what you have to do first, then reward yourself e.g. watching your favourite TV shows, karaoke, jamming on the guitar, etc. I'm really hoping that I could stick with my plans and ace every tests and exams coming my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for the day, I was just rambling stuffs on my head, nothing in particular. I promised myself to do the NZ entry and I'll make sure it will be here. Just not now, because I'm busy, quite busy. Thank you for reading, good day ahead and au revoir! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The new song on my blog is one of my 'feel-good songs'. I just feel like dancing baybey! :D&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/7358480991716721048-1714539639770117655?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1714539639770117655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1714539639770117655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1714539639770117655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1714539639770117655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/09/midnight-ramblings.html' title='Midnight ramblings'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suzsjzZCabI/ToNXsL2AAhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oQzXTRLt0zE/s72-c/221826_194398320603687_100001005615636_478250_1070697_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-340858018656091628</id><published>2011-09-25T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:22:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting off</title><content type='html'>Oh dear! Oh bloggie woggie, I'm sorry for abandoning you for so long! I had been very very busy. I had so many things to do and went to so many places. I had been in two countries in two weeks time! That's how busy I was (busy berjalan la hihi). I'll write an entry about my trip to NZ after this. It was a whole lot of fun, serious shait! I love it there, feels like residing over there and not go back to Egypt, It'll be great if I had the opportunity to study there, but bersyukur la with what I had. No complaints. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had just gotten back from Singapore two days ago. I went to the Universal Studios Singapore, and it was awesome too. It was a one-day trip with my friends who studied in Egypt with me. I tell you la, the rides, there was this one roller coaster that is set to like kill you or something. I felt like dying riding that thang! Sumpah takut nak mampos rasa macam jantung dah kena tinggal the first time dia turun from tempat tinggi tu laju-laju. I had never been fond of roller coasters but I had to ride it as all the things in there were almost roller coasters. I had paid hundreds to get in so I better get my a*s on and ride! Haha. The Mummy ride was also the shiz! Bayangkan dia bole reverse roller coaster and then you rode it in pure darkness! Tak rasa macam nak mati ke? Haha. Terkeluar air mata kak oi! But once dah habis seronok la. I had fun, so much fun in Singapore and also JB. Thank you Wan Jay and family for entertaining us all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, yesterday the result for pinjaman JPA was announced. I had been anticipating for two months and as the day approached I felt so nervous. Alhamdulillah, praises to Allah. I got the loan. I was so happy, tears of joy came out. My mother was also very happy, and I know she felt like me too, sebak and thankful sangat kat Allah. My dad too, I saw the relieved look on his face. At least I'll be given help when paying my tuition fees, alhamdulillah. It really is a big relief. Later on that day, I remembered something. When I was with this particular someone, I told him how I badly want to get it, and I really did. What came across my mind was even without you, I did it. Walaupun kau buat macam-macam kat aku, in the end I get what I want, and what I &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; need, a JPA loan, not a freaking boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look who's smiling now? You might be smiling so very widely because you're happy with your girl now, but I am now smiling because I've accomplished something that so many people aim for. Not to be riak or anything, it's just now that I feel you should really know that I am doing pretty well even when you've done shaits to me. Alhamdulillah, Allah helped me. He had helped me so much. He helped me realised that I don't ever need anyone in my life at this point of my life and what I should focus on is just my job as a student, a daughter and a friend, and not to fool around with boys. The Almighty would never like that, and I thank Him for preventing me from getting into such things. I'm so glad that I don't have anything to do with him anymore and he's gone from my life. I don't even give a damn about him and his girl pun. Korang nak kawen ke apa lantak korang la, it's not even my slightest concern. I am so happy and contented with my life now. God had helped me so much. Syukur Ya Allah, thank You for all the blessings. I can't never thank You enough for everything :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is all for now. I miss writing here, and sorry for not paying attention to you lately. I had so many things going on and I'll be busy preparing to go back to Egypt now, and also I had to settle all the documents needed for the loan. I am seriously looking forward to the new semester and my 2nd year. I'm so excited and I want to kick-start this new sem with a bang! I had to maintain my results in order to retain the loan, so from now on it'll be serious business only, I'm dead serious. I have to be well-prepared, and I'm ready, insyaAllah. May Allah help me through it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-340858018656091628?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/340858018656091628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=340858018656091628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/340858018656091628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/340858018656091628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/09/dusting-off.html' title='Dusting off'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-955900534584160183</id><published>2011-09-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:33:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Animal Abuse In Malaysia : Online Petition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stopanimalabuse.petfinder.my/"&gt;Stop Animal Abuse In Malaysia : Online Petition&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopanimalabuse.petfinder.my/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.petfinder.my/images/petition/1/blog_petition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal abuse is increasingly rampant in Malaysia, with senseless abuses and killings by local councils and cold-blooded people. We must act NOW, and act FAST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a role in stopping animal abuse and cruelty! We aim to collect 50,000 signatures ASAP and present it to our Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sign the joint online petition by leading Malaysian animal welfare NGOs, and show how much you care about the animals. Spread the word to your friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sign Petition Now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopanimalabuse.petfinder.my/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://StopAnimalAbuse.PetFinder.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-955900534584160183?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/955900534584160183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=955900534584160183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/955900534584160183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/955900534584160183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-animal-abuse-in-malaysia-online.html' title='Stop Animal Abuse In Malaysia : Online Petition'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1321759754228765021</id><published>2011-09-04T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:22:04.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Assalamualaikum and hello cuties! (automatically those who read my blog will become cute, exception to those I don't like, so tau-tau sendiri la okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am again, my fingers running on the keyboard while bearing the pain of mosquito bites. Damn you nyamuks. So, how was your raya peeps? Mine was just okay, plain. I don't really enjoy hari raya lately. Ever since my tok had gone, raya is not as fun anymore. I did not capture any raya pictures also. That's how dull it is. Even though I think I looked rather good in my green kebaya (self-absorbed), I did not pose for any photos at all. All I did was eat and sleep, and that's about it. My duit raya also was not as much as before. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I'm looking forward now is my trip to Auckland on September 7. I'll be staying there for a week with my mother at Kak Siti's house. Kak Siti is the daughter of my mother's close friend. I don't know what to expect for I've never been there. What I know is it is very cold over there now. Luckily I have my winter coat with me. Thanks Hana for bringing it back for me. The Rugby World Cup 2011 will be held in Auckland right? My cousins had already asked me to buy them the t-shirts and stuffs. I think it's gonna be quite exciting, being there at the same time of the world cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I feel rather disoriented. My stomach had not been really good for the past two days. It was aching quite badly, and I lost a bit of my appetite. The thing is, I do feel hungry but I just don't feel like eating. It kinda makes me scared, picturing all the food. They might make the ache worse. If I'm losing weight this way it would be quite cool for I think I've gained a few kilograms. When I first went to Egypt I was 48kg and now I might be weighing at 53kg. Though some say that I look 'kurus', that was maybe because they were used to the appearance of a bigger me before this. The fact is, I'm neither too thin or too fat, I think. When I was at 52kg, my housemates said I should remain at that, and not put up some more weight, but it seems that I might have exceeded. My goal now is to be at 50kg. I might look skinny, but I rather be a little skinny than being a balloon, like how I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, why would I talk about my weight. Like you people even care, right? Pardon me. For some people, the issue of height or weight is like taboo, something you can never discuss about with others, but I don't really mind. I was really open about how heavy I used to be (come one people, I was at 62kg when I was 17) and how I shed all those kilograms. I told some people to get your heart broken and you're on your way to a skinnier you! (ayat promo baik punya). Yeah, whatever. It doesn't really matter. I'm just bored and feel like there's nothing to do. That is why I end up telling people about my weight? Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it is time for goodbye now. Before I go, I just wanna say that I love 2PM so very much! Yeah, I'm pouring my heart out for today is their 3 years as a group! (happy dance). I mean, come on people, the topic was trending worldwide on Twitter! I even tweeted a few tweets under the #2pm3yrs, showing my love and support for 2PM (dreamy eyes)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ms1f6bRks4/TmJh2jIi00I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/VjIyb3NIO0c/s1600/2PM%252BIm%252Byour%252Bman%252BverA.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ms1f6bRks4/TmJh2jIi00I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/VjIyb3NIO0c/s320/2PM%252BIm%252Byour%252Bman%252BverA.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lah, signing off for now. Bye! :D&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/7358480991716721048-1321759754228765021?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1321759754228765021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1321759754228765021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1321759754228765021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1321759754228765021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-new-zealand.html' title='Raya New Zealand'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ms1f6bRks4/TmJh2jIi00I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/VjIyb3NIO0c/s72-c/2PM%252BIm%252Byour%252Bman%252BverA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2233475596485968804</id><published>2011-08-28T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:42:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum, and a very good day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of things to say but I don't really know how to start. Something happened in my life and it is something I am not used to. What is it, I'm not gonna tell. It will just be between the people who actually knew what it was. Honestly, I don't like how the way things are. So to that someone, this goes out to you. It's up to you, whether you choose to believe me or not. People who knew me they will definitely know that I am an honest kind of person and when I talk, I tell things as they are. However, the choice is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that we are friends, yes we are. We've known each other since high school and we were friendly to each other back then. We were even tuition mates once. So we were actually friends. I have nothing against you at that time, not even now. Let me make this clear for you and let me reason out for you, wanting you to know that I am not like how you think I am. You may say that I'm defending myself, but everyone have the right the right to stand up for themselves right? So I'm just gonna give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am not the kind of person who takes someone else's belongings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not how I work, taking something from someone or someone from someone. I will never do that. Why? It is because I know how it feels because something happened to me. It's not actually somebody taking away someone from me, but the situation was almost the same, the feeling is just the same. I know it'll hurt, and I was deeply hurt once. Never will I inflict the pain on another soul, it was too excruciating. I won't ever want for other people to go through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have a few close guy friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my world went tumbling down earlier this year, I was on the verge of falling down to the pits of the earth. A guy managed to break me to the lowest point ever in my life. Luckily I have a few friends to help me go through the process. My girlfriends, and also a few guy friends that I end up getting very close with, who is to me, my BFFs (I don't only have one, I have a few of them). These gals and guys, I am thankful for them and I love them all very dearly. As for the girls, they would always comfort me when I was brimming with tears, consoling me and trying to make me feel better. The guys, including your loved one, would always give me advice, letting me know how the male species' mind work. They gave me some tough love and made me realised how stupid I really was, and it made me stronger. That is why I love them all so very dearly, be it male or female, and I don't mind letting the whole world know that I love them and treasure them so much (maybe that is where I went wrong, because it is someone's boyfriend I was talking about). When I love the guys, it doesn't really necessarily mean that I am in love with him and I want him, although maybe I used to have feelings for one of them, but that was a century ago. To me, these people who had become my backbone over the period, they have a special place in my heart, and that is why I love them and appreciate their presence in my life. I want them to always be in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I actually have feelings for someone right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I proclaimed myself as being heartless towards the male species, I am actually having a crush on someone. It's kinda big of a crush but not to the extend of falling in love. I still am heartless but not completely. I just don't want to have all these things going on, falling in love, chasing someone, get together. No, I think I'm done with all that. I'm not going to repeat the whole cycle again. It's freaking tiring. Being dumped so abruptly in February made me think differently. I don't want to be hurt again, so that is why I am taking preventive measures and try to be safe. I am taking care of my own heart, and I won't allow it to fall deep. There's this guy, and I really like him, but no I am not chasing him. I'm just admiring him from afar, for it is better that way I guess, safer. People who are close to me, they know who I'm talking about. He's someone who studied at the same place as I am but doing medicine, and he is very cute. That is all I can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't want to own someone (getting into a relationship)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time I'm getting serious, I will not want it to be a 'in a relationship'. I actually want someone to come to my parents and ask for their permission first before approaching me. That is serious. This may seem like a wishful thinking but I'm hoping for it to happen like that. That shows respect towards women, and I want that. Though I am still young, being abroad sometime makes me think of marriage. The idea of having someone over there to protect you and accompany you the whole time seems like a good thing. Watching the seniors who got married, tipu la kalau cakap tak terfikir at all. You would just think like it would be great to have seorang mushrif tetap, and only you can have that mushrif. The idea of it seems really nice, but I'm way too early to be heading that way. I mean, I'm only gonna go into my 2nd year. If it is my 4th year, then lain cerita la. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is what I have to say, I'm not sure if it's enough or maybe I had been too detailed. I just want you to know what is really on my mind and in my heart. If you still won't believe me and you want to hate me, it's okay. I am at fault too, maybe I deserve it. I tried to be at my honest-est and let it all out. I don't really know what you'll think of me, but I'll leave the rest to you. I hope you read this, and if so, thank you very much. Again, I beg for your forgiveness for I have hurt you in any ways. Forgive me, forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: This is going out to my ex. Okay, I have the feeling that you are still reading my blog? Do you? If so, please do not. Tak payah nak ambil tau dah after kau dah campak aku, tak payah. Tapi kalau tak baca, then good la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2233475596485968804?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2233475596485968804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2233475596485968804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2233475596485968804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2233475596485968804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1780819693103671302</id><published>2011-08-24T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:04:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined #1</title><content type='html'>Hello dan selamat pagi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, apparently saya tak tidur, and here I am typing this. Lately, it had been for some weeks that I can't sleep at night. Only after subuh will I sleep. That ain't good, no good at all. I want to sleep normally, seriously I want to, but how can I possibly do that when there are so many Korean TV shows that I have to (note that, not want to but HAVE TO) watch. I still have some more episodes of Running Man to watch, not forgetting We Got Married. I still have yet to catch up with City Hunter, and my Twitter friend also suggested me this one new show, Protect The Boss. So, I have a lot to watch! People, I am one busy woman! Haha. That is why my life is kinda socially retarded, but hey I don't give an eff, and trust me, I am one happy woman. Purely satisfied. Hari-hariku ceria bagaikan sinar mentari! *sparkle sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOlc86wiL78/TZF2yCrT3iI/AAAAAAAAA84/Awl6KvsMiHM/s640/running+man+part+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving me my dose of laughter everyday, the Running Man cast (L-R: Lee Gwang Soo, Kim Jong Kook, Yoo Jae Suk, Song Ji Hyo, Song Joong Ki, Ji Suk Jin, Haha and Gary). I love em so much! And my favourite alter ego would definitely be Yoo Hyuk (Jae Suk) and Haroro (Haha)! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicasia.net/wp-content/plugins/rss-poster/cache/3698a_20110213_running_man_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The episode I watched just now, episode 30, freaking hilarious, as always :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.askactor.com/images/casts/Thailand/27488/Nichkhun_721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, my dose of lovey dovey-ness, We Got Married. I just love Nichkhun and Victoria, very the sweet one! *cair* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my dull unproductive life (okay, it's kinda productive, will get back to it later), I still have a &lt;i&gt;boyfriend&lt;/i&gt; to entertain me. Always checking on me, every day. He is none other than my BFF and BFF does not really mean 'Best Friend Forever', it's 'Boy Friend Forever' (he claimed it himself). Thus, I am way cooler than all of you sebab aku forever akan ada boyfriend! Haa amek kau, boo yaa! (bajet the coolest person on earth). Haha. No lah, bajet je tu, tak bermaksud nak shove it in anyone's face pun :p It's not like I'm in a relationship with him pun sebab he's with someone else (and yet still claiming that I am one of his wives, with two madus =_=), so I won't have to worry about the possibilities of breaking up and what not. It's just the fact that he loves me, I love him, and we promised to be on each other's side to the end, and that is all that matters. It's a relationship that is one of a kind and not just your average friendship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back on the productive part, I've been quite productive lately. I've been spending quite some time in the kitchen, making wonders. Ecehhh! Haha, that's just me being self-absorbed. I now find myself being interested about making food instead of just eating them. The feeling you get when you cooked a meal and then you eat it is quite different from eating someone else's cooking. The satisfaction, oh Lord, tahap gaban. It's like explosions in my head, and on my taste buds (hyperbola). I even feel like baking! That is not typical me people, so not the usual me, but this 'culinary' me had been going through the internet in the search of recipes i.e searching for chocolate cake's recipe, udang masak mamak etc. I think the happiest person would be my mother. I heard she said something like, "Mak dah ada tukang masak dah la ni". Even when I cooked the simple dish, ikan masin, and I add stuffs and do it my own style, she eats only that and refused lauk daging, and she eats almost half of them. As the chef, I'm happy to see that (full of myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, that is my current life update, nothing much. Life is now simple, not complicated, burden-free, and full of laughter (due to Running Man). My days went by with me lying comfortably on my bed, with my lappy and my daily dose of laughter. Life is good people, good. I thank God for giving the opportunity to still be alive and feel all these feelings that I feel. That's a wrap, good day ahead, and selamat berpuasa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Saya memang dah kena demam Korea, sampai ringtone pun lagu I'll Be Back 2PM and message tone pun bunyi 'Spartaaaa!', the background sound kalau 'Commander' Jong Kook jumpa mangsa dia. What a Running Man addict I am, 2PM too, and I'm proud of it. Seum dwa! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1780819693103671302?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1780819693103671302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1780819693103671302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1780819693103671302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1780819693103671302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/undefined-1.html' title='Undefined #1'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOlc86wiL78/TZF2yCrT3iI/AAAAAAAAA84/Awl6KvsMiHM/s72-c/running+man+part+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8452955943306728587</id><published>2011-08-22T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:01:02.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Day #3</title><content type='html'>Currently suffering from writer's block. In the mean time, do enjoy this song by The Temper Trap. I've love them since I first heard 'Sweet Disposition' I think about a year ago perhaps, or is it two? I can't quite remember. So, have a  good day ahead and cheers. Toodles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMuuc_pqx2s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMuuc_pqx2s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8452955943306728587?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8452955943306728587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8452955943306728587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8452955943306728587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8452955943306728587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day-3.html' title='Song Of The Day #3'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1024938817814461547</id><published>2011-08-18T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T01:35:42.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Korean song for today, and I love love love this song! I relate to it so much. There's this one line in this song that is really something I wanted to say to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB5jyYD2WEw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB5jyYD2WEw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "I hate you, I'm fine living without you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1024938817814461547?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1024938817814461547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1024938817814461547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1024938817814461547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1024938817814461547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day-2.html' title='Song Of The Day #2'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6041386733767606087</id><published>2011-08-17T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:38:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaOuAK2lSHA/TkqpDIcvSHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3NEp-oaUDDo/s1600/tumblr_liqoanVLlq1qzayvlo1_500.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: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaOuAK2lSHA/TkqpDIcvSHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3NEp-oaUDDo/s400/tumblr_liqoanVLlq1qzayvlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641507354507692146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a dream, of going to France. As a little girl, I was already intrigued by the county France. I grew up watching Madeline everyday before going to school. One day, I would like to go Paris, and stroll on the streets, perhaps hang out at the cafe, and have a cup of tea. All of it, I would want to share it with my future life companion, hopefully. It would be very nice, very romantic. One day, I will, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6041386733767606087?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6041386733767606087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6041386733767606087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6041386733767606087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6041386733767606087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/dream-1.html' title='Dream #1'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vaOuAK2lSHA/TkqpDIcvSHI/AAAAAAAAAsM/3NEp-oaUDDo/s72-c/tumblr_liqoanVLlq1qzayvlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7444558794312446229</id><published>2011-08-15T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:45:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old flame</title><content type='html'>I hadn't laughed so much lately until yesterday. I went out with my BFF, just the two of us. I picked him up and went to the mamak. We talked, about so many things. My life, his life, the problem he's having right now, and I even came clean about our high school days, the feelings I had back then, and laughed it all out. Stuff that he had not known before, I told him. He too, took out the letter I wrote him before SPM from his wallet (it's amazing the fact that he still have it with him), attempting to read it out loud. God knows how freaking embarrassed I was, I'm sure I was flushing red. Dem you Zali! Grr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I had much fun. As always, he made me laugh my heart out. Just like the old days, it never changed. Since I was 16, up till now, I can only be as happy as I was only when I'm with him. He's a damn good friend, a great friend indeed. He was the one to help me get back up when I was crumbling down. During those days when I can't see the light, he led me to it. He was my saviour, and I thanked him with all my life for that. If he wasn't there beside me, I'm sure I'll be having a hard time recovering from my heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jokes that he made, was simply outrageous. I was laughing so loudly I'm pretty sure people around us noticed it. I just can't stand it. Zali is still the same, same old same old. The one thing I will surely keep in mind when he made a joke out of someone, umm, I don't really like, and I don't need to state who he is. People who are really close to me would know. Lord, it was effing hilarious, epic I tell you. You made my day Zali, you made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bummer that your love life is not going so well, but I told you already not to get back with her before this right? It's because I don't want things like this to happen. I can already predict it back then, but you wouldn't listen. Le sigh. However, I wish you the very best, and I already told you what was my take on your problems and stuffs. Need not worry, God had already decided the road for you, perhaps the road you had not taken (ecehh macam poem tu pulak kan). No matter what, you know I'm here for you and I know you're there for me too. I wish you the very best, and thank you so very much for everything that you had done for me, thank you. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your favourite nose person, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7444558794312446229?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7444558794312446229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7444558794312446229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7444558794312446229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7444558794312446229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-flame.html' title='Old flame'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6159129921852402629</id><published>2011-08-13T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:06:06.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Salam semua!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mulai hari ini&lt;/i&gt;, I am gonna start posting "Song Of The Day", to show you the MVs of the songs that I've been listening to. Today's MV is from the K-Pop girls group, After School! The first time I listened to the song was also the first time I watched the MV, on MTV. &lt;i&gt;Pertama kali tengok&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;hati sebak semacam&lt;/i&gt;, I felt like choking you know, of sadness. The song, the MV, both&lt;i&gt; la&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; buat aku berlinang sebentar (aku memang cepat tersentuh sikit)&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not sure if you people are gonna like it, but this is what I enjoy listening to. Hopefully, you guys will dig it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OSmITtaX3o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OSmITtaX3o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Alternative rock, indie, instrumental, psychedelic pop/rock,&lt;i&gt; semua aku&lt;/i&gt; dig, even K-Pop. That's what you call universal :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6159129921852402629?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6159129921852402629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6159129921852402629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6159129921852402629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6159129921852402629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/song-of-day-1.html' title='Song Of The Day #1'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5814380248669531586</id><published>2011-08-11T21:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:01:19.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#alasanbreakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Interesting, the topic is now trending on Twitter. Me, of course, also tweeted about the topic. What #alasanbreakup did I tweeted? Semestinya the alasan that I was given when I was dumped. Why let my personal experience go to waste? Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznUTrKPHWA/TkPYmYbpzMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/08MetOAd2Xw/s1600/%2523alasanbreakup.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: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznUTrKPHWA/TkPYmYbpzMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/08MetOAd2Xw/s400/%2523alasanbreakup.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639589312303058114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I can't exactly remember the exact words that I was given, but it's close enough (the &lt;i&gt;gi mam&lt;/i&gt; thingy &lt;i&gt;tu&lt;/i&gt; I &lt;i&gt;yang tambah, sebab bila ingat balik rasa menyirap pulak hahaha&lt;/i&gt;). Why I can't bring myself to remember it is because I had already forgotten what was said to me. Anything that is related to !@#$%* mostly had disappeared from my memory, only little fragments are left. Sometimes I don't think I can even remember how he looks like, and I refuse to even recall how he looks like. I don't even know why I even fell for him. He was so not my type, and some even questioned me for choosing him back then for they said we were not compatible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God, I have nothing to do with that person anymore. God knows best, and no, he's not the best for me. He might be for someone else, but not for me. Maybe God has someone even better for me, and perhaps someone that people won't even question, someone who suits me well, inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, to my ex, &lt;i&gt;yang dah seksa aku sebelum ni&lt;/i&gt;, thank you very much for setting me free &lt;i&gt;sebab lepas ni aku boleh dapat orang yang lagi baik&lt;/i&gt;, insyaAllah. It was good while it lasted, but we were never meant for one another,&lt;i&gt; sebab&lt;/i&gt; I'm too awesome for you &lt;i&gt;kot&lt;/i&gt; (LOL). So, good luck &lt;i&gt;la eh&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;semoga kau bahagia la dengan buah hati kau&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Aku takde la benci kau sangat&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;cuma&lt;/i&gt;, yeah, whatever&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. No hard feelings man, no hard feelings. I'm outta here, ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Nak husband yang comel macam Nichkhun boleh tak? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5814380248669531586?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5814380248669531586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5814380248669531586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5814380248669531586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5814380248669531586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/alasanbreakup.html' title='#alasanbreakup'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VznUTrKPHWA/TkPYmYbpzMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/08MetOAd2Xw/s72-c/%2523alasanbreakup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-192932167045363646</id><published>2011-08-07T06:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:31:30.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harimau menunjukkan belang</title><content type='html'>As much as I like&lt;i&gt; Khairul Fahmi Che Mat&lt;/i&gt; or better known as &lt;i&gt;Apek&lt;/i&gt; (I'm sure most Malaysians love him for the fact that he's one awesome goalkeeper), I just can't accept the fact that he ditch his fiancee like that. The way he did it, was totally uncool. He first gave a statement in a newspaper stating that he would call off the engagement, but it had nothing to do with a third party, and when commenting about how he was said to be having a relationship with a girl named &lt;i&gt;Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;, he said they're childhood friends blah blah blah...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ohbulan.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/frontpage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the next day, the fiancee came out and gave a statement saying that he didn't even discussed with her about calling off their engagement (that's totally uncool man), and she said that there was definitely a third party involved. When reading his mother's comments, she stated that she doesn't even know this &lt;i&gt;Dahlia&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;haa nampak sangat kantoi di situ&lt;/i&gt;). So since then, I began to believe that he really cheated though before that I believed in him (&lt;i&gt;peminat kot&lt;/i&gt;). However after reading the fiancee's statement, my heart sided with the woman. I myself am a woman (or maybe a girl for I don't think I'm matured enough yet), and I know how much of a jerk guys can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0yDeM8MeZw/TjyAmeZn_FI/AAAAAAAAIXA/ZWJ_eDxp4O0/s1600/elia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The truth is, I always have the feelings that most guys are the same, just a bunch of jerks fooling around with girls, toying with our feelings. In my eyes, majority of the male population is like that (and that is why I now prefer someone who is like my &lt;i&gt;Bangah&lt;/i&gt;, who gets his happiness just by playing World of Warcraft and don't mingle with girls much because his game is like his girlfriend *wink wink*). Though my brother might seems like he doesn't give any interest in other's lives, he seems happy to just be in his own world, and I appreciate that more than those who his Facebook's page is full of him commenting with others, acting cool and friendly as if he owns the world, and go around and fool around with their 'prey' and end up breaking their hearts. So pathetic, people like that. Okay I get too carried away, pardon me. I just get very emotional when things like this happen. I can't help myself from feeling like giving these guys a slap in the face for being two-faced lying jerks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I read &lt;a href="http://cikepal06.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cik Epal&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and guess what, a solid proof. See for yourselves &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPucMbmX0rw/Tjx4GaBxF7I/AAAAAAAAIW4/gutePYTUeYk/s1600/Recently-Updated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the back, he does look like &lt;i&gt;Khairul Fahmi&lt;/i&gt;, but it's no good to accuse people like that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.ohbulan.com/"&gt;OHBULAN&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BILbKFRcIu0/TjyAe7pNaaI/AAAAAAAAIW8/XDVRT_7JPzw/s1600/kfcm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh but wait, it really is him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's no longer a mystery, and he lied to us Malaysians. Great, that's very 'heroic' of you. &lt;i&gt;Setakat jadi hero atas padang je, hmpphh. &lt;/i&gt;The fact that you lied to us and to your fiancee is just unacceptable, to me &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Siap berpegang tangan bagai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just can't take it, guys like this. I detest them, I am against them. Do you guys even know how much pain us girls had to go through because of what you guys had done? No, and the best part is, they don't even care, because they are now happy with their now 'love'. Love &lt;i&gt;lah sangat, &lt;/i&gt;do they even know what love means? I doubt that. However I always believe that the happiness they're having now will never last, because you know what, &lt;i&gt;Tuhan itu maha adil, &lt;/i&gt;and they will get it from Him, sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shout out to our '&lt;i&gt;Hero Malaya', &lt;/i&gt;though I admire your skills on the field, I just can't accept what you did. This is not a hate-mail sorta thing I'm doing here, it's more to my self-experience, when I go all 'Godzilla' in my post, about guys being jerks and stuffs. I respect you as our national goalie, but outside the field, I'm sorry, but what you did was truly wrong. You should be a man and told us the truth instead. However, I wish you the very best, and keep up the good work on being a great goalkeeper. We Malaysian love you for that. Don't disappoint us even more. &lt;i&gt;Majulah sukan untuk negara!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penyokong Harimau Malaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: To &lt;i&gt;Elia,&lt;/i&gt; he's not the one, and you'll find someone even better. Have faith :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-192932167045363646?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/192932167045363646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=192932167045363646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/192932167045363646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/192932167045363646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/harimau-menunjukkan-belang.html' title='Harimau menunjukkan belang'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0yDeM8MeZw/TjyAmeZn_FI/AAAAAAAAIXA/ZWJ_eDxp4O0/s72-c/elia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7454623945919172988</id><published>2011-08-02T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T04:45:55.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm here, and you're over there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Separated by the oceans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only the sky we share &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at the only thing that can bring me to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gazing and wondering how you are doing over there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never told you anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I have the feeling that you already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're still as cool as the ocean breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what'll happen between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be glad to have met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not putting much hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't expect much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only thankful for how the way everything is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the best, and God bless&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/7358480991716721048-7454623945919172988?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7454623945919172988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7454623945919172988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7454623945919172988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7454623945919172988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/monologue-3.html' title='Monologue #3'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8289832269756062740</id><published>2011-08-01T04:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:38:10.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pejam celik pejam celik, bulan Ramadan menjelma tiba. Time passes by so quickly kan sekarang ni? Alhamdulillah, kita diberi peluang, dipanjangkan umur untuk menyambut kedatangan Ramadan Kareem kali ini. Dalam masa 30 hari, kita akan diuji dengan dugaan lapar dan juga pelbagai lagi nafsu. Menjadi tugas kita untuk melawan semua itu. Walaupun syaitan diikat sepanjang bulan ini, tetapi dia telah melatih kita sepanjang tahun, dan semua itu telah terpahat kuat dengan diri kita, unless we do our best to fight it. That is why kita kena tingkatkan ibadah kita, bukan sebab ini bulan Ramadan, tapi untuk melatih diri kita untuk sentiasa beribadat kepada Allah. Moreover, specialnya bulan ini sebab salah satu malam di 10 malam yang terakhir akan jatuhnya malam 'Lailatul Qadar', iaitu malam seribu bulan. If we perform our ibadah on that night, it'll be as if we're doing it for 1000 months, in a simpler word I'm putting it. Betapa pemurah dan pengasihnya Allah kan? Jadi, jangan la kita menjadi bodoh dan melepaskan peluang untuk mendekati pencipta kita. Ini adalah pesanan untuk semua serta diri sendiri juga. Manusia tidak lari daripada melakukan khilaf, tetapi menjadi tanggungjawab kita untuk saling memperingati. So, selamat berpuasa everyone dan selamat menyemarakkan bulan Ramadan yang mulia ini. Semoga sentiasa diberkati Allah. Amin ^_^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iE8YGZUCWvQ/TjW7s-ejCSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sloyaM3Hp1c/s1600/syaitan.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/-iE8YGZUCWvQ/TjW7s-ejCSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sloyaM3Hp1c/s400/syaitan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635616890083805474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-_2wpauHo/TjW7jW1esWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ShqI-luq7Z4/s1600/ramadhan1.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: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-_2wpauHo/TjW7jW1esWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ShqI-luq7Z4/s400/ramadhan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635616724823748962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8289832269756062740?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8289832269756062740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8289832269756062740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8289832269756062740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8289832269756062740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/08/salam-ramadan.html' title='Salam Ramadan'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iE8YGZUCWvQ/TjW7s-ejCSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sloyaM3Hp1c/s72-c/syaitan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3850578853078163968</id><published>2011-07-23T07:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:03:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-absorbed much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It had been long since I last took pictures of myself. Before heading out for lunch yesterday, I sat in front of the laptop and snapped a few photos. I kinda miss it, for I haven't done it in a long time. I used to love taking pictures, but as I grow each day, not so much. I end up posing with a few different poses and when I saw it all for the first time, my heart goes, "You're so into yourself, woman! Self-absorbed gila!". Well, you betcha! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quF_ZdC0Wx0/TioZuyCi3WI/AAAAAAAAArs/xwvSvvZGuXA/s1600/110722-144140.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/-quF_ZdC0Wx0/TioZuyCi3WI/AAAAAAAAArs/xwvSvvZGuXA/s400/110722-144140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632342575477349730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8zeKix05el0/TioYmmgoRVI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZM2GIgrQG6M/s1600/110722-144130.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/-8zeKix05el0/TioYmmgoRVI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZM2GIgrQG6M/s400/110722-144130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632341335431726418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "haih bosannya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8HVWsFdV3I/TioXr7SSKSI/AAAAAAAAArU/payKmn6D8XM/s1600/110722-144222.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/-a8HVWsFdV3I/TioXr7SSKSI/AAAAAAAAArU/payKmn6D8XM/s400/110722-144222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632340327396419874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "I'm a rockstar" pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoECiTCTGdI/TioWXEHCWaI/AAAAAAAAArM/iK8pal6ws4o/s1600/110722-144347.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/-NoECiTCTGdI/TioWXEHCWaI/AAAAAAAAArM/iK8pal6ws4o/s400/110722-144347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632338869476284834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "apa masalah kau haa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIWOf2gG84s/TioUloRXUwI/AAAAAAAAArE/zQCNaoJdU1w/s1600/110722-144415.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/-pIWOf2gG84s/TioUloRXUwI/AAAAAAAAArE/zQCNaoJdU1w/s400/110722-144415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632336920678191874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "weh dah lama tak jumpa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJOU4RgS87U/TioUHHcRB7I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aIwOXaDNfxg/s1600/110722-144406.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/-NJOU4RgS87U/TioUHHcRB7I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aIwOXaDNfxg/s400/110722-144406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632336396469471154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "kitew wempitz chumelzz" (Oh God just shoot me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnaAwyt8xVk/TioNviYedwI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GUlyKStIm00/s1600/110722-144356.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/-RnaAwyt8xVk/TioNviYedwI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GUlyKStIm00/s400/110722-144356.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632329394314704642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "I'll be back" face. NICHKHUN! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, there's nothing much really. Just me 'embracing' myself. Pfffttt! If somehow any of you find it disturbing, then don't come into my blog okay? Haters gonna hate y'all! Haha. That's all for today, signing out! Salam ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3850578853078163968?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3850578853078163968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3850578853078163968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3850578853078163968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3850578853078163968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/self-absorbed-much.html' title='Self-absorbed much?'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quF_ZdC0Wx0/TioZuyCi3WI/AAAAAAAAArs/xwvSvvZGuXA/s72-c/110722-144140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1972011012327370263</id><published>2011-07-22T08:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:08:57.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to watch the movie I recently watched, again, with the friends who haven't watched it yet. As I was waiting for the arrival of the friends, I saw you too, with them. "You're here! You're coming with us!", my heart whispered joyously. You look damn good as always, plus the Ray Ban. I only look with pure admiration, behind my sunglasses...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time for lunch, and we chose to eat at the pizza place. There we were, sitting in front of each other. There was a moment where our eyes met for a little while, but that was just it. We didn't talk much, and I chose to talk to the person sitting next to you more for I don't really know what to say to you. I noticed that you listened to our conversations and giggled here and there. The fact that you responded to my lame jokes were rather, moving. When I was babbling about how handsome guys are always the gay one, you seemed interested much, and you asked me if it was true with a smile."What a gorgeous smile you have", my heart was telling myself. I nodded and yeah-ed to it, and continued babbling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie ended, and we were outside the cinema waiting for someone. I was so sleepy, I closed my mouth with both my hands and yawned for quite some time and my eyes watered. You then asked me (again, smiling) if I slept in the cinema, and I said no and a little more stuff, with my watery eyes. Quite embarrassing, but that was so typical me, always making a fool of myself in front of those who I am fond of. We then walked to the entrance, and you hopped into a taxi with the others. The taxi began to move, and I stared as it moves, and when it began to accelerate, you waved, and I waved back. I bet it was meant for all of us, not just me. My eyes followed as the taxi moves, and it went out of my sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Ini semua hanyalah rekaan semata-mata, tiada kena-mengena dengan yang hidup ataupun mati :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1972011012327370263?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1972011012327370263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1972011012327370263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1972011012327370263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1972011012327370263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/monologue-2.html' title='Monologue #2'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6144642766534941279</id><published>2011-07-20T04:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:54:18.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue #1</title><content type='html'>I stood in front of the door, and rang the ball. As the door opened, my face lightened up.  "It's you, of all the people in your house. You opened the door, looking good as ever though only in pelikat. I haven't seen you in quite a while, and it really is good to see you again", my heart whispered. He smiled as he took the food from me, and went into his room...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6144642766534941279?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6144642766534941279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6144642766534941279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6144642766534941279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6144642766534941279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/monologue-1.html' title='Monologue #1'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3912678493003955858</id><published>2011-07-19T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:05:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything comes to an end, eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/851/harrypotterandthedeathll.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img851.imageshack.us/img851/5695/harrypotterandthedeathll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear bloggie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, I went to watch Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2! *joget-joget*. Watching the last installment of the Harry Potter series together with me was Nyonya, the nephew, and Ara. I'm not gonna write so long because I still am not finish with my finals, so I'm gonna make this quick. All I can say is, it was the best Harry Potter movie ever, ever! I've never cried so much watching Harry Potter, but I did, the other day. I read the book, a few years ago, and I remembered having a little tears back then, but watching the movie, it's even more emotional. The most heart-gripping scene was when Snape died, and we were brought back to his childhood days and we got to know how deep was his love for Lily. That is love people, true love. Severus Snape, of all people, is the one who truly loved. It was action-packed, it was awesome. I was holding Bil's hand while watching all those nerve-wrecking scenes, and also during the sad moments, when we were both sobbing. It was great from the start to the end. The battle scenes, destroying the horcruxes, everything, mind-blowing. It was one heck of a movie. Bil and me even clapped when all those villains died, and we clapped when the movie ended, along with others in the cinemas. When the movie ended, I was kinda taken aback, it was kinda touching. After following the movie adaptation since the tender age of 9, it finally ended when I am at the age of 19. After 10 years, growing up with the series, the book and the movie, it is finally over. There will be no more Harry Potter after this. It is sad, it really is. It's very emotional, I'm gonna miss it. I remembered how I anticipated every time the book was about to be released, cutting articles from the paper. That was how big of a fan I was. Now, it had finally come to and end. Goodbye Harry Potter, it was nice meeting you, and thanks for being a part of my childhood. I'll never forget you :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/193/tumblrlodijjbvt91qfh4pl.gif/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/8766/tumblrlodijjbvt91qfh4pl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favourite scene *tears piling up*&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/577/348479385.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img577.imageshack.us/img577/4925/348479385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My post-HP gay(as in happy) face :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the real world, I'll be sitting for my last paper for Histology this Wednesday. Do pray for me. I'm really hoping for the best. Gosh, it's so nerve-wrecking. That's all from me, may God bless us all, and have a pleasant day ahead. Goodbye and salam ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: Neville Longbottom, you're the digitty bomb! :D&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/7358480991716721048-3912678493003955858?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3912678493003955858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3912678493003955858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3912678493003955858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3912678493003955858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-comes-to-end-eventually.html' title='Everything comes to an end, eventually'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-487397376083909130</id><published>2011-07-16T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:21:58.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Showdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear bloggie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, July 16 2011, I'll be having my finals for Dental Biomaterials. It is one of the toughest subject for us dentistry students, because there's too much you have to know. Haha. Too much to sink in. This will be my second last paper, and after that, one more left! God, 9 days more till my flight back to Malaysia! It's coming down to one digit! I can't believe it! *dancing crazily*. I can't believe that I am about to finish my first year already, so fast time flies meh. I'm so happy, alhamdulillah. Life's good, I thank God, for He had blessed me with what I have now. Good friends, my family back home, all these support system. Biomat, please be nice to us. I feel quite nervous, but having Q&amp;amp;A session with zpro, plus all those acronyms he invented, does help. Thanks chapalrella! Muahahaha *evil laugh*. Hmm, I still can't quite believe that it's the final showdown against Biomat. So cuak one! Do pray for me peeps! To my classmates, all the best! Let's take out our AK47 and settle with it once and for all. Hahaha. Ok cukup la merapu Mimi oi. Dah dah, no wasting time. Peace out, and selamat menyambut nisfu syaaban! Salam ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V84jMmR2U9M/TiDBKXQCySI/AAAAAAAAAqs/EUG4-SaUB10/s1600/110716-013009.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/-V84jMmR2U9M/TiDBKXQCySI/AAAAAAAAAqs/EUG4-SaUB10/s400/110716-013009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629711917997279522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the textbook of the much dreaded  subject. Tebal! But hey, you're not that bad. I kinda love you *monolog dalaman*&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s: Happy birthday Norliyana binti Abdul Satar! I love you soooooo much! *Hugs and kisses* ^_^ &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/7358480991716721048-487397376083909130?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/487397376083909130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=487397376083909130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/487397376083909130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/487397376083909130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/final-showdown.html' title='Final Showdown'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V84jMmR2U9M/TiDBKXQCySI/AAAAAAAAAqs/EUG4-SaUB10/s72-c/110716-013009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7495596827618724205</id><published>2011-07-15T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:30:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear bloggie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make. I officially admit, that I've fallen in love. I am in love with this guy, who is one of the cutest guy I had behold my eyes on. Not only is he cute and good looking, he is also tall and he is super gentleman. I've fallen for Nichkhun from 2PM! Omaigod he's so cute I could die! *hyperbola*. I am so in love with him *dreamy eyes*. Once I finished my finals, I will roll up in my bed and watch all those episodes of 'We Got Married' which features Nichkhun and Victoria from f(x), where they are paired and portray the life they would be having if they are married. Even if they are not a real couple, they are the sweetest ever! You could see from the way they stare at each other, especially Nichkun, who looks so obviously in love with Victoria. I go crazy watching them together because they are so cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yZoINNFoGI/Th-_i6ldZrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mmNvuXdvWYo/s1600/Nichkhun%2Bput%2Bglove%2Bon%2BVictoria%2Bep7.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/-9yZoINNFoGI/Th-_i6ldZrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mmNvuXdvWYo/s400/Nichkhun%2Bput%2Bglove%2Bon%2BVictoria%2Bep7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428665799239346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfU0NSf1R5E/Th-_bBlW9bI/AAAAAAAAAqc/A2HITPSeSdg/s1600/nichkhun%2Bfeds%2Bvictoria%2Bdiagona%2B1.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: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfU0NSf1R5E/Th-_bBlW9bI/AAAAAAAAAqc/A2HITPSeSdg/s400/nichkhun%2Bfeds%2Bvictoria%2Bdiagona%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428530238911922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMDZKZAc6C4/Th-_UaYAX2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/_h_EMITMuR4/s1600/nichkhun%2Bfeds%2Bvictoria%2Bdiagona%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: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMDZKZAc6C4/Th-_UaYAX2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/_h_EMITMuR4/s400/nichkhun%2Bfeds%2Bvictoria%2Bdiagona%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428416634707810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DS7xx0x7C6w/Th-_MYUhpWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/b304RIQYmr4/s1600/victoria%2Bfeds%2Bnichkhun%2Bdiagona.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: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DS7xx0x7C6w/Th-_MYUhpWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/b304RIQYmr4/s400/victoria%2Bfeds%2Bnichkhun%2Bdiagona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629428278644286818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So very the cute one I love em so much! :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oY2M4xgbY8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oY2M4xgbY8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nichkhun's video for BR, he is so adorable! I love you Nichkhun! :D *taksub*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that's all for now. I just want to tell the whole world I adore Nichkhun. Hihihi. Peace out, and salam :)&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/7358480991716721048-7495596827618724205?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7495596827618724205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7495596827618724205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7495596827618724205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7495596827618724205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-bloggie-i-have-confession-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yZoINNFoGI/Th-_i6ldZrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/mmNvuXdvWYo/s72-c/Nichkhun%2Bput%2Bglove%2Bon%2BVictoria%2Bep7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2887491604633369915</id><published>2011-07-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:10:18.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bil, my dear Bil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MSAXeED4ks/ThZ9ylKJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/df8HSjRkom4/s1600/258646_2078450723109_1300231425_32492191_7597943_o.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/-2MSAXeED4ks/ThZ9ylKJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/df8HSjRkom4/s400/258646_2078450723109_1300231425_32492191_7597943_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626823092367654866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was busy for my house was the host for the majlis solat hajat for dentistry girls, and I was expecting the arrival of my dear best friend. She called me, telling me that she'll be arriving. While I was sitting down, listening to the tazkirah, I received a message telling me that Bil had an asthma attack, and she was brought to the hospital. I was already panicking, and I can't even focus. I felt like going straight to the hospital, to see her, but I have so many people in my house, and the program was still going on. I can't sit silently, going here and there, making phone calls asking how was she doing, and as soon as it seemed possible to go out, I went to the hospital. The moment I saw her lying on the bed, looking so pale and weak, lifeless-like, I can't help but got teary-eyed. I've never seen her like that, and it breaks me to see her in that condition. Luckily, there was Faa, who was with her when she got the attack, and also Choi, who did a few things which is, respectable in my opinion. Bil, I know that life is hard on you right now, in so many levels, but you have to know that I'm here for you, and I love you so very dearly. You can always count on me. I pray for you, hoping that everything will be easier on you. Seek Allah, for He is the only who can guide you through all this. May God bless you always. Get well soon, so that you'll be okay before our next paper. You're one heck of a friend, and I'm lucky to have you with me, supporting me all the way. I love you Nabilah Amalin &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2887491604633369915?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2887491604633369915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2887491604633369915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2887491604633369915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2887491604633369915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/bil-my-dear-bil.html' title='Bil, my dear Bil'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MSAXeED4ks/ThZ9ylKJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/df8HSjRkom4/s72-c/258646_2078450723109_1300231425_32492191_7597943_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2040993718601823381</id><published>2011-07-06T08:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:03:03.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and a very good morning (considering it is actually 2.15 a.m). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          It feels like it had been quite a while since I last post an entry, dusty-dusty already. Somehow, I miss writing, despite the fact that I am actually taking Report Writing course this semester. That is academic writing, it's a whole different story. I just miss babbling, writing random stuffs over here. I may not be a famous blogger, but I know there are still people who would actually care to read this lame blog of mine, i.e close friends. Thank you very much for the support! *gaya macam orang terima anugerah penyanyi paling fofular*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today (yesterday, to be exact), my finals had begun. Kicking it off with the very oh-so-beautiful-slides-discovery subject of Histology! How was it? It was, okay, I guess. There were few things that I was quite uncertain of, for I only had one precious minute to identify each 2o slides and pictures, and I tell you, it is very the nerve-wrecking and stressing la, no kidding. Plus, I had to run from the last station to the first one to save the one minute I had in an abaya, with all the people also rushing to change stations, and I was like pushing them, "tepi tepi", I said, with panicking face ( can you imagine?). Lucky enough I was wearing my favourite pink Chuck's, at least it made me feel comfortable while running across the lab. However, I thank Allah, for guiding me through it, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practical Histology down, still have Dental Terminology coming up, with Report Writing following up next. Dental Biomaterials, which I am not friendly with, sort of love-hate relationship, will be on the 16th, and my last paper will be on the 2oth, Written Histology, and 25th, off to Malaysia! *break-dancing, as if I can la kan?* I can't wait, seriously! I am so looking forward to go back this time. The food, which of course I am committed to (for we are in a long-term relationship), are waiting for me back home. No worries delicious babies, it won't be soon before long, ecehhh! Aside from the food, of course la aku nak balik jumpa family aku yang tersayang, duhh. Sorry la I did not write this in order of arrangement, for it should have been  family first, then baru food. I'm just ridiculous like that you know. Family tetap no.1 di hatiku! (que music: Autumn in My Heart OST *tiba-tiba*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is me, babbling stuff that I don't really know where it is heading to. When writing, we should actually have a purpose, and a message to be delivered, but me, I don't know. Macam orang yang tiada arah tujuan. Okay, at this very moment, as I write, I'm having deja vu! I've been here, in this situation, with me on my bed, and my roommate on hers, sleeping, in this very situation. Gosh, this is so freaky. I had another deja vu also the othe day. Moreover, I had three different people having dreams about me in a day, and in one of those dreams, I committed suicide, by jumping from my room's window, from the 12th freaking floor! Man, if I really did that, I would end up like tembikai yang jatuh pecah hancur berkecai setelah dibaling dari tempat yang tinggi. Freaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're a follower of my blog, or even someone who follows the story of my life (bajet celebrity boleh), you should've known the fact that I am now, single (indicating that I wasn't, before this, for a period of time) *again, break-dancing, perhaps shuffling too*. You know what, this is the best I could ever ask for, being single, and happy. Sumpah aku happy dengan hidup aku sekarang, sebab there's no more all those rubbish, all those lies and all those heartaches, no more no more. I can actually just be friends with whoever I want, tak perlu nak jaga hati sesiapa or whatever the eff is. This is so liberating, to be free from all the deceiving things I once had to face. Love, I don't even know what it is, I don't even know what I had, but it was all utter bull, the foundation was based on, I don't really know. One thing I learned from a friend, it wasn't true actually, what I had. I was just, digula-gulakan. Nak gelakkan diri sendiri pun ada, padan muka, tu la siapa suruh percaya dengan lelaki? Haa amek la, rasakan. Sekarang ni, memang aku cakap la, spesies lelaki ni, 90% aku tak percaya, sebab diorang ni mostly kaki kelentong, depan kita pijak kuman tak mati, belakang kita angkat gajah pun boleh. 10% tu ayah, abang-abang, and close friends, yang still aku letak precaution, sebab ada je diorang cakap tak terus. Point is, boleh kata aku pangkah la spesies ni. Not to say I wanna die an old spinster, not getting married because I'm a man-hater, no. I want to, but along the way, before I meet the right one, I just had to go through these pile loads of two-faced, lying a**h****, which is so, effed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite me being all 'anti-lelaki' di atas, which actually aku tak anti pun (sebab still I'm being friends with em, what I meant is a few of the species yang memang macam eff pun), aku tak go around and berkempen 'mari membenci lelaki'. Tak. Belambak je kawan aku yang dok bercouple la whatever the s**t la kan, aku tak kisah pun, sebab dah diorang bahagia (walaupun honestly dalam hati aku akan rasa "he will leave you someday and break your heart"). Tak semua la macam tu, tapi ada je yang betul-betul kena tinggal in the end, and for those yang still together, aku doakan je la takde benda-benda macam ni jadi. You don't want it to happen, I swear. Sakit dia, I don't know how to tell la, but the close I can give as a description is, a zombie. Even so, I am now a happy little lady, living her life joyously, not effing care about these truck loads of s***s. Thank God I don't have any feelings for anyone, and I don't even want to, semua tu beban je. Alhamdulillah, Allah nak lindung aku dari buat dosa berlebihan menjalinkan hubungan lelaki perempuan, which we all know, as Muslims, memang sinful pun. Manusia memang macam tu, tau, tapi buat jugak, including me la, but that was before. Hopefully not anymore after this. Tuhan, tolong la protect aku, and let me end up with someone who's actually nice, dari semua aspect. For now, cukup la ada Julian Casablancas to make my day, ecehhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, seriously aku dah babble menuju ke arah selatan. Ni kalau kat highway PLUS tu, kalau dari Penang, memang dah nak sampai Melaka kot. Okay mengarut lagi. Later later, enough crap talking Mimi. You should be studying, ada paper lagi cik kak oi, then bila dah habis boleh balik enjoy, di tanah air tercinta *shuffle to the max*. As for now, goodbye dear readers. Take care, and doakan kejayaan saya. Assalamualaikum, and a pleasant day ahead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2040993718601823381?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2040993718601823381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2040993718601823381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2040993718601823381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2040993718601823381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7116110782252495190</id><published>2011-06-26T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:01:44.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom!</title><content type='html'>What a busy few weeks I had. Last weekend I went to Cairo, to settle a few things and also jalan-jalan, then this weekend, I went to Mansoura to visit my seniors, and also I had promised Kak Aynn long time ago, and everytime she came down here that I would go visit her. Since Timmy and Lisa were going to Mansoura, I tagged along. I had fun, I really had fun. That is all I can say. As for now, I'm rather sleepy, and hungry too. It's 4.30 in the morning and I haven't sleep yet. I only slept in the Peugeot just now, and that wasn't long enough. I have to go sleep, for I have to wake up not very late (I must not!), for I still have a lot of things to do. First on the list, study! I left my books behind thinking that I was only gonna stay for one night, but it turned out to be two. Mansoura is just nice, you feel very at home somehow. Plus, with their 'Make Them Smile' project at the pediatrics hospital, it was just too awesome! What they did was very good, for they are doing a good deed in making the hospital nicer, by decorating it, doing so much stuff. And the fact that I was involved even just a little bit, was overwhelming. Okay lari topik, excited sangat. First, study! Finals is just around the corner, and I must do well! Aja-aja fighting! Second, I have to teman Yana, go shopping barang nak bawak balik Malaysia, I already promised to teman her long time ago also, so yeah, mesti ditunaikan. Third, I have to meet up with Nabilah Amalin ASAP! Haha (sumpah mengada, padahal classmate, memang selalu jumpa pun). But hey, I really miss her, and she misses me too, and we're like sisters and we share almost everything, and we sorta complete each other. So by me leaving her for a weekend, that's a big deal! Haha. Okay la, makin lama makin merapu dah. Kena tidur! I'm so nocturnal, nasib tak tidur kaki bergayut je, adoi. So more on Cairo and Mansoura later! Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7116110782252495190?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7116110782252495190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7116110782252495190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7116110782252495190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7116110782252495190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/vroom.html' title='Vroom!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3073252693933183685</id><published>2011-06-22T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:11:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll Never Say</title><content type='html'>Looking at the title, I already stated 'Things I'll Never Say'. It's actually a song, by Avril Lavigne, from her first album. I'm actually listening to that very song while I'm writing this. I don't really know what to say, but I just feel like writing. Typical of me, to feel that way. Life was not easy on me, I once struggled to even stand up on my feet. Time passes, wounds healed, everything feels at place. I actually am thankful that things turned out to be how it is right now. I learn to never trust easily, to never let my guard down, and be vulnerable to someone. I've learned the hard way. I'm stronger than I have ever been, and it feels great. I am happy, and I'm at my happiest, whereby I feel that anything is possible, like nothing could stop me from reaching my dreams and getting what I want in life. Thinking about the past, it was all rather foolish, for it was never true, to start it off with, so it never really mattered. I was sorta living in an act, somehow, but I've let go of the past. It was meaningless, come to think of it. So, it makes the whole getting over thing much easier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My present life is great, awesome. I feel alive again, and free. I have this group of friends, and we care and love for each other so much, and we like to hang out and spend time with one another. The time spent with them, fun all the way. I have those Bans here with me by my side, always. I don't need a boyfriend or anything (rubbish) to be happy, just having them with me, is more than enough. And the fun thing about being on my own is that I can like anyone that I want to, without feeling guilty or whatsoever. I'm free to be friends and get close to whoever that I want, and have crushes without feeling bad i.e I like someone but at the same time I have a crush on someone else too, perhaps a classmate, and also I have the biggest crush on Julian, and no one would be able to question my huge fondness towards him. Hahaha. Okay, I'm getting sleepy. The point is, I have so many things to say, but I just won't tell it just like that, only me and God knows how I really feel. However, it's great, the way things are, the things that I'll never say, let me be the only one who knows. Okay kena tidur! Post ni merapu jugak ye? Urggghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3073252693933183685?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073252693933183685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3073252693933183685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3073252693933183685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3073252693933183685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-ill-never-say.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Never Say'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-503126340095593367</id><published>2011-06-14T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T05:41:32.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love from Alexandria</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoKVa-jeuZY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoKVa-jeuZY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E and Phynaz! I made a video response, and it actually kinda sucked :( I'm not really good in making videos, I talk so much and I get distracted easily by the people that were with me, talking about them too much, but now you guys know who I hang out with over here. They are my chicas, ecehh. I'm so sorry for running from my main topic, that is you guys :( But but, I love you guys so much, and though I know that I am super lame in this video, I know that you guys love me because of my lameness, kan kan? ^_^ So, I hope you guys like it lah, and I love you both so very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-503126340095593367?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/503126340095593367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=503126340095593367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/503126340095593367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/503126340095593367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/with-love-from-alexandria.html' title='With love from Alexandria'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1109327691779904907</id><published>2011-06-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:02:40.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute-cute wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtcdPENYB8k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtcdPENYB8k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleena and Phynaz made me this very sweet video, that I only get to watch recently because somehow I can't watch it on my laptop, and eventually I got to see it from my friend who downloaded the video. It was the sweetest thing ever! I love you guys so much! Thank you so very much, you guys really made me happy, that I could cry. I have a video response coming up, still uploading it on YouTube, so wait for it wifeys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;p/s: To Phynaz, no I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm happier that way, but of course I have a crush, a cute one :)&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/7358480991716721048-1109327691779904907?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1109327691779904907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1109327691779904907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1109327691779904907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1109327691779904907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-cute-cute-wives.html' title='My cute-cute wives'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3567905952242414851</id><published>2011-06-12T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:25:10.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Cleared inbox, cleared saved messages, cleared state of mind, insyaAllah. The whole life is awaiting in front of me, so I'm gonna "suit up!" (Barney's style), okay not suit up but it's just me saying that I'm prepping up to face my everyday life, actually. I have nothing much to say, but thank God, You saved me. May You lead me to a happiness that is eternity, and may I be closer to You, dear Almighty :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3567905952242414851?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3567905952242414851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3567905952242414851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3567905952242414851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3567905952242414851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7851779430324214467</id><published>2011-06-06T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:18:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Friday, gotta get down on Friday!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I had the time of my life. Great people, great time, great experience, I just love it. I'm not in the mood to write actually, but I'll get back to this later once I get the pictures from the picnic and the time we spent riding bicycles. I had fun, and I was happy, and still am happy. That was one heck of a Friday I have to say. From sunrise to sunset, filled with fun and outrageous activities. Can you imagine 8 people riding a bike where you have that kind of cart to deliver stuffs, we called it Halawa. It was painful but hell yeah it was fun! I can't wait for the pictures to be uploaded, and I really hope that the seniors would upload it pretty much soon. As for now, au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7851779430324214467?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7851779430324214467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7851779430324214467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7851779430324214467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7851779430324214467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-friday-gotta-get-down-on-friday.html' title='Friday Friday, gotta get down on Friday!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7700431210017406940</id><published>2011-05-30T07:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:46:25.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had one heck of a week, with so many things happening, and throughout these events, relationships grew stronger and bonds are tightened. The value of friendship is priceless. Though it was one tiring week, I had fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh-pcEFDAcE/TeLq5lhuK9I/AAAAAAAAApI/JGmHm4arw2A/s1600/254389_134507079958497_100001976176636_227784_536829_n.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: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh-pcEFDAcE/TeLq5lhuK9I/AAAAAAAAApI/JGmHm4arw2A/s400/254389_134507079958497_100001976176636_227784_536829_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612306360704052178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event #1: Housewarming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMeayJaubIM/TeLoY4wENZI/AAAAAAAAApA/Y3EHH9fmTTU/s1600/250454_134507819958423_100001976176636_227795_2488455_n.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: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMeayJaubIM/TeLoY4wENZI/AAAAAAAAApA/Y3EHH9fmTTU/s400/250454_134507819958423_100001976176636_227795_2488455_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612303599905551762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;House mates &amp;lt;3 (And to Syed, if you're reading this, I tak pakai tudung telur!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxJ8k0VLJlk/TeLnCGGJYeI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4sfSvdXcdso/s1600/249259_202149553161897_100001005615636_529454_6557019_n.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: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxJ8k0VLJlk/TeLnCGGJYeI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4sfSvdXcdso/s400/249259_202149553161897_100001005615636_529454_6557019_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612302108839207394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event #2: Ika's surprise 19th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri2_ZdKeHfo/TeLjtt8ETzI/AAAAAAAAAow/cXjulc5MMyI/s1600/253992_202147743162078_100001005615636_529403_455106_n.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: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri2_ZdKeHfo/TeLjtt8ETzI/AAAAAAAAAow/cXjulc5MMyI/s400/253992_202147743162078_100001005615636_529403_455106_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612298460222213938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrjH_r55JIE/TeLiTD3LnNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/IkDO2161Hm8/s1600/250000_202150409828478_100001005615636_529476_5482672_n.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: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrjH_r55JIE/TeLiTD3LnNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/IkDO2161Hm8/s400/250000_202150409828478_100001005615636_529476_5482672_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612296902739205330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I decided to only detest the person who did those shit to me, not the one he's involved with now (though I admit I can't like _____ that much, but I try to be cool, at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy8tcCqGA6Y/TeLfen-tONI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ecK5427hYY/s1600/252039_219605708067873_100000553368374_808312_4901148_n.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy8tcCqGA6Y/TeLfen-tONI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ecK5427hYY/s400/252039_219605708067873_100000553368374_808312_4901148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612293802878122194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event #3: Wafi and Wan Jay's surprise 19th birtday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mRco4KOW7E/TeLcKPt5r9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/WHP2WNuqJYo/s1600/253086_219604368068007_100000553368374_808279_1803965_n.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: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mRco4KOW7E/TeLcKPt5r9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/WHP2WNuqJYo/s400/253086_219604368068007_100000553368374_808279_1803965_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612290154232917970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am one happy little lady, am I? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7700431210017406940?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7700431210017406940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7700431210017406940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7700431210017406940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7700431210017406940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blast.html' title='Blast!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh-pcEFDAcE/TeLq5lhuK9I/AAAAAAAAApI/JGmHm4arw2A/s72-c/254389_134507079958497_100001976176636_227784_536829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3861034449755237881</id><published>2011-05-23T05:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T03:02:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend..wait for it..dary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello dear readers, it had been quite some time since I last blogged. Well, I've been busy (ecehhh). Basically, I have a life people. Don't think I'm some lame girl who doesn't have a life after her heart got broken. Firstly, I'm a dentistry student, so I'm busy doing dentistry student's stuffs i.e study (ecehhhhhh)! Seriously, I'm getting more serious about my studies, since I'm really aiming for scholarships and stuffs. God knows if I will be able to, but I'm trying my best, the least I can do. I don't need all the distractions such as the guy I hate, yeah, I don't think about that as much as I used to, what a waste, letting my mind get occupied by some heartless douchebag (whopps, I'm not sorry dude for saying so, you're meaner do you know that?). I don't pretty much give any shit anymore (sorry mak if you're reading, for my language, but this is me being nice enough). So yeah, go to hell with your life, I don't need you, and sure you don't need me too for you have a new ***** already, teehee! And and, I freaking hate you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, quite in angst wasn't I? Well, me and my teenage tantrums plus the female hormones and all the emotions. That is what you get basically, but I'm happy! Hihi. I'm so happy I could fly (hyperbola). Reasons to be happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm freaking alive, not yet dead, so alhamdulillah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My mom is the best, and I have great loving girlfriends and boyfriends that support me all the way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm doing freaking dentistry and I'm this close to becoming what I wanted, a dentist, pediatric dentist to be exact :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I get to see the beautiful Mediterranean Sea every single day, subhanallah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I finally have a pet cat named Bell, and I love him so much! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 'How I Met Your Mother', seriously makes me happy, helped me laughed when I was so crushed back in my mourning period, and still do to this day, to this very day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have an ambition to become a Kelantanese somehow, someday :P (quite ridiculous but the idea makes me happy hihihihi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I got to know that most people do appreciate me for who I am and thinks that I'm beautiful just the way I am, unlike some effing dude :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am finally over that effing dude :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I'm smitten, big time, big time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3J9M7ov9SY/TdmU_dyniiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CuPAZ4V7Mkc/s1600/247436_10150196646618159_682018158_7046596_7563482_n.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: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3J9M7ov9SY/TdmU_dyniiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CuPAZ4V7Mkc/s400/247436_10150196646618159_682018158_7046596_7563482_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609678628916267554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our dear Bell, so cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3861034449755237881?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3861034449755237881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3861034449755237881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3861034449755237881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3861034449755237881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/05/legendwait-for-itdary.html' title='Legend..wait for it..dary!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3J9M7ov9SY/TdmU_dyniiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CuPAZ4V7Mkc/s72-c/247436_10150196646618159_682018158_7046596_7563482_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5103587835677762387</id><published>2011-05-09T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T06:58:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4U4JPHJLVw/Tcca9c_8kmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JyZJ0eixKCU/s1600/IMG_0121.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/-q4U4JPHJLVw/Tcca9c_8kmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JyZJ0eixKCU/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604477904344617570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday is mother's day, and there should not just be this one day where you show your love to your mother and the appreciation you have for your mother. I love my mother so very much, more than anything else in this whole wide world. And I tell my mom everyday that I love her, because I do. Without my mom, I would be so lost. However, I knew that I always let my mom down, and I'm so sorry mak, please do forgive me for all of my sins and behaviour. I know I'm such a complicated and hard to deal with child, but you still put up with me patiently, and treat me more than I deserve. I know that no matter what, you'll be the one person that would never ever let me down. Thank you mak, for everything, every single little thing. I love you mak, and not forgetting ayah too, I love you ayah, and I miss you both so much. May Allah bless you both :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5103587835677762387?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5103587835677762387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5103587835677762387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5103587835677762387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5103587835677762387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/05/everyday-is-mothers-day.html' title='Everyday is mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4U4JPHJLVw/Tcca9c_8kmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JyZJ0eixKCU/s72-c/IMG_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6803703466421233024</id><published>2011-05-07T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T09:45:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new leaf</title><content type='html'>I'm no longer a fool, for you. Not anymore. And it feels damn great! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6803703466421233024?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6803703466421233024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6803703466421233024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6803703466421233024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6803703466421233024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4309463077888153313</id><published>2011-05-04T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:52:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa berlalu, angin tidak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIr_pPw830/TcCtVEF3EGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RWNxZDIMsnQ/s1600/36430_138434306173645_100000212306223_419115_495616_n.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/-JhIr_pPw830/TcCtVEF3EGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RWNxZDIMsnQ/s400/36430_138434306173645_100000212306223_419115_495616_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602668513836077154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was almost a year ago, and up till now, the person that I was texting back then, is still the same person that is in this heart of mine, to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4309463077888153313?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4309463077888153313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4309463077888153313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4309463077888153313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4309463077888153313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/05/masa-berlalu.html' title='Masa berlalu, angin tidak'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIr_pPw830/TcCtVEF3EGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RWNxZDIMsnQ/s72-c/36430_138434306173645_100000212306223_419115_495616_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3445617540735677412</id><published>2011-04-30T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:37:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYfml6mpqoo/TbtVDeJf6XI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BEWx0KzFK5w/s1600/IMG_4513.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/-LYfml6mpqoo/TbtVDeJf6XI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BEWx0KzFK5w/s400/IMG_4513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601164079686216050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUTNxORZXGM/TbtTPzTgy1I/AAAAAAAAAno/UU5X5PB28Lw/s1600/155291_1610467513077_1577911200_1405320_2219227_n.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/-zUTNxORZXGM/TbtTPzTgy1I/AAAAAAAAAno/UU5X5PB28Lw/s400/155291_1610467513077_1577911200_1405320_2219227_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601162092500536146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XwFbhdIaFYU/TbtNMOJ8xyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vR5u5Hn5KYM/s1600/SAM_0210.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/-XwFbhdIaFYU/TbtNMOJ8xyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vR5u5Hn5KYM/s400/SAM_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601155433918940962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good luck my lovely house mates. I love you all very much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3445617540735677412?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3445617540735677412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3445617540735677412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3445617540735677412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3445617540735677412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/lovelies.html' title='Lovelies'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYfml6mpqoo/TbtVDeJf6XI/AAAAAAAAAnw/BEWx0KzFK5w/s72-c/IMG_4513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-9215274414018918006</id><published>2011-04-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:12:04.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I will seriously miss my roommate, who I've lived with for quite a period of time. We've had our fair share of ups and downs, but I will always love her. She had been there for me when I needed a friend, and I will also be there for her whenever she needs me. She had brighten up my days, and helped me through a lot. Though she sometimes might seem a little annoying (hahaha), but she really is a nice person, really is. It's just her way of showing that she cares. Though we will not be living together after this, I will make sure that the bond we had will remain close as it is. I'll be crashing your new house often Yana! Hihihi. Oh, and by the way, I love you Norliyana bt Abd Satar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeAYyb8Tz0U/TbeG6-WQmVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6w6xptrfrds/s1600/36716_138632866153341_100000198866805_388458_731700_n.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/-GeAYyb8Tz0U/TbeG6-WQmVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6w6xptrfrds/s400/36716_138632866153341_100000198866805_388458_731700_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600093009385396562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;During those days when we had just became good friends.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9SFiML0LEM/TbeDq4TD53I/AAAAAAAAAnA/bGayHwo9A1s/s1600/SAM_0566.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/-O9SFiML0LEM/TbeDq4TD53I/AAAAAAAAAnA/bGayHwo9A1s/s400/SAM_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600089434348578674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;During the moments we shared almost everything, including beds. Haha. I'll miss being your bed mate for sure.&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/7358480991716721048-9215274414018918006?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/9215274414018918006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=9215274414018918006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/9215274414018918006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/9215274414018918006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-to-me.html' title='Dear to me'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeAYyb8Tz0U/TbeG6-WQmVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6w6xptrfrds/s72-c/36716_138632866153341_100000198866805_388458_731700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-104040134948604641</id><published>2011-04-25T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:12:39.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting</title><content type='html'>All the best, I will always have you inside, deep down. I'll never forget the night I was lucky enough to had you sing 'Jangan putus asa s_____' to me. I still remember the feeling I had back then, always will. I hope you're happy, I know you do. Good luck, I'm sure you'll ace this one. Adieu, mon amour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-104040134948604641?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/104040134948604641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=104040134948604641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/104040134948604641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/104040134948604641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3343590278294374482</id><published>2011-04-21T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:19:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Well, I just wanna share this one thing with all of you out there, who happens to read my blog. Alhamdulillah, I was blessed enough, and I had the chance to read this one great entry by a good friend of mine, and I have to say, it's great, fullstop. When you read it, you'll see why. It's very heart-opening, and it makes you think, and reflect on yourself. Just read it, it's awesome! And alhamdulillah, I feel glad that I read it, and I hope y'all feel the same too. It's definitely worth reading, okay not worth, it is a must read. Must, I tell you. It takes you one step closer to God :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the link, do cekidaut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://medicmesiralex2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinta-enta-dan-enti.html"&gt;http://medicmesiralex2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinta-enta-dan-enti.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace be upon you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3343590278294374482?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3343590278294374482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3343590278294374482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3343590278294374482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3343590278294374482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7021721828811941780</id><published>2011-04-20T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:57:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>Sambil lagu Under Cover of Darkness oleh The Strokes berkumandang, aku di sini, menaip kata-kata yang ingin disampaikan. Sebenarnya, tiada apa yang spesifik yang ingin diperkatakan, cuma, entah kenapa, agak pelik, walaupun ianya hanya sebuah lagu, ia mempunyai kuasa untuk membuat aku tersenyum sendiri. Ada sesuatu tentang lagu ini, bait-baitnya, rentaknya, dan perasaan yang ingin disampaikan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi ini, di dalam tram, aku mendengar lagu yang sama, dan sambil memandang ke luar tingkap, terlihat laut dan juga awan, aku tersenyum sendirian, merasa bahagia seketika, seperti tiada apa yang tidak kena dengan dunia ini, semuanya sempurna, aku gembira. Pelik, hanya dengan sebuah lagu genre alternative rock, sudah dapat memberi kesan yang sebegitu. Ya, memang aku peminat The Strokes, yang menggemari lagu-lagu mereka sejak di bangku sekolah lagi, tetapi tidaklah memberi kesan yang mendalam seperti ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salahkah perasaan sebegini, aku terfikir. Apa yang tidak kena dengan diriku? Tetapi jika ia dapat membuat aku gembira, apa salahnya. Oleh itu, sering saja aku mendengar lagu yang sama, dan  aku tetap merasa kegembiraan yang sama. Itu belum termasuk videonya sekali. Kalau ditonton, ahhh, lagi tersenyum aku, seperti kanak-kanak yang diberi gula-gula. Kacak sekali Abang Julianku (dreamy seketika). &lt;i&gt;I just have to say this, I find comfort in Julian Casablancas, as ridiculous as it may seem. He lift my spirits back up with his inspiring words (plus the seriously good looks he possess), and he makes me smile. He made me feel that through no matter what, in the end, it's you yourself. We are in control of ourselves, and we should forgive people, even if they are not sorry, and to look forward on life, and think positively, and be patient.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya, aku tidak tahu-menahu apa tujuan sebenar entri kali ini. Aku sebenarnya hanya meluahkan rasa tentang bagaimana sebuah lagu boleh memberi perasaan yang begitu mendalam sekali. Adakah entri ini memberi manfaat kepada para pembaca? Mungkin tidak. Ini hanyalah situasi biasa, di mana Syamimi suka bercakap tanpa arah tujuan. Menaip, menaip dan terus menaip. Sebenarnya, aku merasa, lebih tenang dan tenteram, tetapi ini tiada kaitan dengan lagu atau sebagainya. Ini membabitkan aku sendiri, dan jiwa, dalaman, hati. Alhamdulillah, aku rasa lebih kuat berbanding sebelum ini, dan aku gembira, kerana aku telah mampu untuk tersenyum, dengan seikhlas-ikhlas hati, walaupun ianya mungkin kelihatan remeh. Hanya Tuhan dan tuan badan sahaja yang tahu apa yang telah dialami. Tetapi, syukur alhamdulillah, aku mampu tersenyum, walaupun macam orang yang tidak berapa betul, memandangkan tiba-tiba tersenyum sendirian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidup memang tidak lari dari masalah, ianya sentiasa akan datang, dan anggaplah ianya ujian dan dugaan Tuhan, dan sesungguhnya, Allah bersama kita. Mungkin tidak mudah untuk kita menghadapinya, mungkin hati ini terlampau sakit, atau hancur, kecewa, luluh, dan mungkin juga geram. Walau bagaimanapun, pulanglah kepada Dia, kerana Dia maha mengetahui segala isi hati, dan merintihlah kepada-Nya. Sesungguhnya, Allah maha mendengar, dan Allah tidak akan mengecewakan kita. Fikirlah dengan fikiran yang terbuka, mungkin segala apa yang menimpa itu, satu pengajaran buat kita, ada hikmah di sebalik semua kejadian. Tuhan tidak akan menguji kita suka-suka, tetapi ada yang tersirat di sebaliknya. Berdoalah kepada-Nya, dan jangan memandang rendah kuasa doa. Allah tidak akan pernah kata tidak kepada kehendak kita. Mungkin Allah akan menunaikan apa yang kita hajatkan itu sekarang, mungkin bukan sekarang, atau satu lagi, Tuhan lebih tahu apa yang terbaik untuk kita. Lihat, terbukti Tuhan tidak akan mengecewakan hamba-Nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidup ini hanya sementara, dan kebahagiaan di dunia ini tidak akan kekal selamanya. Ada kehidupan yang abadi menanti kita selepas ini, dan kehidupan itu akan kekal selamanya. Apa guna bahagia di dunia yang sementara, tetapi tidak di kehidupan yang kekal abadi? Memang aku seorang manusia yang khilaf, dan aku banyak melakukan dosa serta kesilapan. Manusia memang tidak lari dari melakukan kesilapan. Apa yang aku cuba lakukan sekarang ialah untuk memperingati diri sendiri, serta rakan-rakan, dan aku turut hendak agar rakan-rakan sekalian turut memperingati aku. Sesungguhnya manusia pelupa, dan aku sering terlupa, perlu sentiasa diingatkan. Oleh itu, ingatkanlah aku andai aku terleka dan hanyut dibuai perasaan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7021721828811941780?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7021721828811941780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7021721828811941780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7021721828811941780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7021721828811941780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2952095770802891806</id><published>2011-04-17T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:39:41.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yallabina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hari Jumaat yang lepas, fakulti kami telah mengadakan parti memecah ais (memecah ais?).Ok,pelik bunyinya, tapi abaikan sahaja. Kami telah diberi peluang untuk beramah-mesra bersama pelajar Mesir. Mereka semuanya baik-baik belaka, dan sangat peramah, sentiasa mengukirkan senyuman mesra buat kami. Mereka sangat mengalu-alukan kehadiran kami di fakulti mereka. Agak terharu dengan layanan baik yang mereka berikan. Kami saling berkongsi informasi tentang negara masing-masing, dan kami saling merasa makanan tempatan masing-masing. Saya sebagai seorang pemakan yang agak boleh tahan, cuba merasa seberapa banyak makanan arab yang saya mampu, dan semuanya sedap-sedap belaka, dan cepat juga terasa kekenyangannya. Walaupun sebegitu, saya tetap memberi peluang buat perut saya untuk merasa makanan Malaysia yang tentunya, yummy! Kami juga turut mengadakan permainan seperti kerusi muzikal, dan kami turut bermain permainan arab yang saya tidak berapa ingat namanya, tetapi ada adegan tampar-menampar tapak tangan di situ. Siapa yang menjerit kesakitan terkeluar dari permainan. Sangat menyakitkan sebenarnya. Saya cuba sebaik mungkin untuk menahan kesakitan, dan akhirnya permainan dihentikan apabila tangan masing-masing merah belaka. Saya juga berpeluang untuk berbual bersama pelajar berbangsa arab, dan mereka sangatlah peramah. Konklusinya, hari itu berjalan dengan lancar sekali, dan kami semua gembira dapat berkenalan sesama sendiri. Alhamdulillah, semuanya baik-baik sahaja :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uZMj9nkh4A/Tao8Tjuy3lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rThixsFYSnU/s1600/207894_1973495219287_1300231425_32343399_2208206_n.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/-3uZMj9nkh4A/Tao8Tjuy3lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rThixsFYSnU/s400/207894_1973495219287_1300231425_32343399_2208206_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596351793667956306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sesi bergambar dengan BB! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpbi5T6BICc/Tao8LvOu3UI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wu1g-4fFaTw/s1600/208422_10150160318988159_682018158_6760769_3063332_n.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wpbi5T6BICc/Tao8LvOu3UI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wu1g-4fFaTw/s400/208422_10150160318988159_682018158_6760769_3063332_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596351659315748162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berlatarbelakangkan Masjid Game'a Ibrahim&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/-GoBg5PSkYoo/Tao7PWT1XwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k-QkLiB3uDM/s1600/206770_10150160356843159_682018158_6761064_8277600_n.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/-GoBg5PSkYoo/Tao7PWT1XwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k-QkLiB3uDM/s400/206770_10150160356843159_682018158_6761064_8277600_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596350621834108674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main tampar tapak tangan bersama Yomnaa yang cantik :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2krHqFKIuM/Tao7FpldOeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WBFmUtBzBS4/s1600/217609_1734615158961_1046014825_1473668_6480977_n.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: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2krHqFKIuM/Tao7FpldOeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WBFmUtBzBS4/s400/217609_1734615158961_1046014825_1473668_6480977_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596350455209605602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mari bergambo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MNfjqwdwr8s/Tao6_2l0HCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/evnOVwjX1UU/s1600/215169_1973498339365_1300231425_32343410_127409_n.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/-MNfjqwdwr8s/Tao6_2l0HCI/AAAAAAAAAlo/evnOVwjX1UU/s400/215169_1973498339365_1300231425_32343410_127409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596350355621551138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baju dah feminine, tapi posing sangatlah tidak sebegitu =___='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_z1oUVDXXo/Tao6aWTaRMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3zkNRdPicxM/s1600/215590_1801390427774_1030202203_31793715_2611579_n.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/-9_z1oUVDXXo/Tao6aWTaRMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3zkNRdPicxM/s400/215590_1801390427774_1030202203_31793715_2611579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596349711299265730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersama Maram! :D&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2js1kATRmA/Tao5DNUDJGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hnWd_XG_M4s/s1600/217574_1801392747832_1030202203_31793721_5298939_n.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/-z2js1kATRmA/Tao5DNUDJGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hnWd_XG_M4s/s400/217574_1801392747832_1030202203_31793721_5298939_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596348214237406306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersama Maram, Dina, dan juga Maryam si kecil comel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5fKygFSkd8/Tao4ByZz17I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mkHi0quhpKk/s1600/217308_1734685120710_1046014825_1473750_4453862_n.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/-j5fKygFSkd8/Tao4ByZz17I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mkHi0quhpKk/s400/217308_1734685120710_1046014825_1473750_4453862_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596347090322315186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bergambar kenangan bersama vice dean dan juga pelajar Mesir :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2952095770802891806?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2952095770802891806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2952095770802891806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2952095770802891806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2952095770802891806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/yallabina.html' title='Yallabina!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uZMj9nkh4A/Tao8Tjuy3lI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rThixsFYSnU/s72-c/207894_1973495219287_1300231425_32343399_2208206_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7131765101245651703</id><published>2011-04-12T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:45:28.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dang Alexander!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, we had a trip to Bibliotheca Alexandrina, us dentistry students. Ni part of our Egyptian Culture course, and trip ni our very own vice dean yang arrange, and beliau turut join sekali trip tu. Bibliotheca Alexandrina ni sangatlah gorgeous! You have to see it for yourself, and you'll go like 'woahh'. At least that was how I reacted. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gambar di bawah ni is part of the library. So, Bibliotheca ni is actually a library, yang sangatlah besaq! Dalam ni ada gak beberapa museum, contohnya museum ex-president Egypt, Anwar Sadat, and cultural heritage showrooms. Sangat menarik la, ternganga je tengok semua paintings and arca dalam tu. Spectacular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tapi dalam tu tak boleh snap gambar, tapi budak-budak ni belasah je. Gambar-gambar di bawah ni credits to Anis Nadia dan juga Sofia Zulfikar :) Tour tu diakhiri dengan this one show dalam bilik yang ada like 9 screens kalau tak silap, and they take us back to zaman firaun sampai la modern Egypt. Sangat cool! Even vice dean pun terkeluar 'woahh' dari mulut dia. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I had a great time, and Bibliotheca ni sangatlah awesome! Kepada mereka yang berpeluang untuk ke sini, silalah sila. Tapi kalau yang jauh tu, wikipedia pun boleh, or bolehlah layari website dia &lt;a href="http://www.bibalex.org/"&gt;http://www.bibalex.org&lt;/a&gt; (ceyy promote pulak , tapi saya tidak mendapat sebarang komisen ye!) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJoEEc3efpA/TaN6KHShvYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kB0aN_wO09k/s1600/205728_10150155382053159_682018158_6719612_199986_n.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: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJoEEc3efpA/TaN6KHShvYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kB0aN_wO09k/s400/205728_10150155382053159_682018158_6719612_199986_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594449476298325378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macam 'wow'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM15ZQEmJ5k/TaN54rGkruI/AAAAAAAAAkw/xZgx1eO1zXk/s1600/216602_10150155376943159_682018158_6719510_1871789_n.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: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM15ZQEmJ5k/TaN54rGkruI/AAAAAAAAAkw/xZgx1eO1zXk/s400/216602_10150155376943159_682018158_6719510_1871789_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594449176674217698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before masuk dalam library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJtwfNiAZgA/TaN5SX1MzaI/AAAAAAAAAko/-3KEPYxpN_Q/s1600/217205_10150155380913159_682018158_6719589_5402603_n.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: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJtwfNiAZgA/TaN5SX1MzaI/AAAAAAAAAko/-3KEPYxpN_Q/s400/217205_10150155380913159_682018158_6719589_5402603_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594448518666046882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the library. Tengok bumbung, cool kot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eNRNIY1JCc/TaN3QFvyinI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PWZdbfxhgoc/s1600/207645_10150155383998159_682018158_6719658_708770_n.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: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eNRNIY1JCc/TaN3QFvyinI/AAAAAAAAAkY/PWZdbfxhgoc/s400/207645_10150155383998159_682018158_6719658_708770_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594446280428522098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of the students with our vice dean :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmfBmO70y68/TaNu1D7Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gVRNdnnut10/s1600/208220_10150155382523159_682018158_6719623_4447847_n.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: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmfBmO70y68/TaNu1D7Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gVRNdnnut10/s400/208220_10150155382523159_682018158_6719623_4447847_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594437019990011874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually luar tingkap tu view cantik, tapi sebab backlight so tak nampak. Bummer!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tynioSrEEew/TaNtqZwVfYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zomial9jDdI/s1600/215646_10150155383153159_682018158_6719639_962708_n.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: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tynioSrEEew/TaNtqZwVfYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zomial9jDdI/s400/215646_10150155383153159_682018158_6719639_962708_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594435737359842690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha pulun la dok tangkap gambaq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuNYr0Ace98/TaNq35LnZPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FgYRntWrYIk/s1600/215425_10150155370598159_682018158_6719390_2332173_n.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuNYr0Ace98/TaNq35LnZPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FgYRntWrYIk/s400/215425_10150155370598159_682018158_6719390_2332173_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594432670599177458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dah habis tour, kat luar tu ada science fair, and we took pictures dengan 'Einstein'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUY64_tXQaQ/TaNpHh3odtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/A-XHz1VjpJw/s1600/217408_1727938072038_1046014825_1465142_3517765_n.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/-yUY64_tXQaQ/TaNpHh3odtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/A-XHz1VjpJw/s400/217408_1727938072038_1046014825_1465142_3517765_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594430740195997394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni Afie tangkap, dia cakap lomo saya cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7131765101245651703?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7131765101245651703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7131765101245651703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7131765101245651703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7131765101245651703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/ding-dang-alexander.html' title='Ding Dang Alexander!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJoEEc3efpA/TaN6KHShvYI/AAAAAAAAAk4/kB0aN_wO09k/s72-c/205728_10150155382053159_682018158_6719612_199986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6352510481230897280</id><published>2011-04-10T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:22:42.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's celebrate love, everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvIUh_3GMVw/TaEPCB-eoqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/H4_7cN4tSbI/s1600/valentines_day_poster.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: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvIUh_3GMVw/TaEPCB-eoqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/H4_7cN4tSbI/s400/valentines_day_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593768739735511714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched this movie, and though we Muslims are not suppose to be celebrating the day, I love this movie very much. Of course, it's about love, tengok title and poster pun dah tau, but this is a very nice movie. It tells you about love from all range, not just some sappy love movie. It's real life, and it tells you love between all kinds of people, be it lovers, or best friends. I don't know how will other people perceive this movie but me being the hopeless romantic that I am (Fara said that I'm romantic OKfunny), of course I enjoy a movie as romantic as this. Got teary-eyed also watching this. Kinda had flashbacks myself. Love is something so pure, and sacred. Love towards God, love towards parents, love towards friends, and yes, not forgetting, the love you have for that special someone. Being in love, mutually, was one of the nicest feeling. You know someone is there for you, and they will always have your back, and they're willing to share the goods and the bads of life with you. Just the fact that you know they love you as well,  makes you happy, and it gives you some kind of assurance, that you'll always have someone with you, to be your best friend. Some people are lucky, and some are not. However, the greatest love of all, is the one and only, God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I don't think it's wrong to love, no matter what people think of you, or that person you love. Love is something so pure and honest, you just embrace it. Don't give up, don't ever give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6352510481230897280?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6352510481230897280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6352510481230897280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6352510481230897280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6352510481230897280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-celebrate-love-everyday.html' title='Let&apos;s celebrate love, everyday.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvIUh_3GMVw/TaEPCB-eoqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/H4_7cN4tSbI/s72-c/valentines_day_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8869651520445010489</id><published>2011-04-09T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:07:39.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the things that I said. I knew it was very rude of me, I should have mind my words, but I guess I was letting out everything that I've been keeping inside, but I did it wrongly. I wasn't cool, I let anger took over. I regret what I said, and if life had an undo button, I would definitely undo it. Unfortunately, life doesn't have an undo button. I feel so guilty, and I'm so very sorry, from the bottom of my heart. You've been very patient with me, and I'm sorry for all the wrongdoings I had done towards you. I'm so sorry. I really really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8869651520445010489?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8869651520445010489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8869651520445010489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8869651520445010489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8869651520445010489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/guilt.html' title='Guilt.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3668877609922016446</id><published>2011-04-08T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:38:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was going through my old stuff, and I found these pictures, and I realised how young I was and how old I am now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgqQ1bSK0wY/TZ5LkRJA6rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YGc9HK9AhKQ/s1600/l%2B%25281%2529.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/-sgqQ1bSK0wY/TZ5LkRJA6rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YGc9HK9AhKQ/s400/l%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592990873689320114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 4, Chelsea vs Malaysia! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WCB0-koTsM/TZ5LcQejeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Bev2S-MXLYU/s1600/l%2B%25286%2529.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/-8WCB0-koTsM/TZ5LcQejeyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Bev2S-MXLYU/s400/l%2B%25286%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592990736072276770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 4, dalam kereta entah nak ke mana. Still having huge pimples, urghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OF02L0YbiYs/TZ5LUWPQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FD6ma_U7opM/s1600/l%2B%25282%2529.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: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OF02L0YbiYs/TZ5LUWPQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FD6ma_U7opM/s400/l%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592990600179803906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 5 kot, Eleena's room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7BfcFXqva4/TZ5LFj9OF6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/P8k6-KizYkE/s1600/l%2B%25284%2529.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/-R7BfcFXqva4/TZ5LFj9OF6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/P8k6-KizYkE/s400/l%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592990346164180898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 5, Eleena just got her driver's license and we went to see a movie in Penang! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atGShSZvpmY/TZ5K3HJEhmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wHS1SLPf7jw/s1600/l%2B%25285%2529.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: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atGShSZvpmY/TZ5K3HJEhmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wHS1SLPf7jw/s400/l%2B%25285%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592990097911088738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 5, wedding kakak Eleena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJL4mEfkgLM/TZ5Kr2x8zgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v_pkdr2nHzA/s1600/l%2B%25283%2529.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/-iJL4mEfkgLM/TZ5Kr2x8zgI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v_pkdr2nHzA/s400/l%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592989904540585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 5 (gambar ni sangat bajet I know), cousin's wedding, and the day I met Abang Singapore! :D (I wonder how he is right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ivI2M1rc2A/TZ5IXNNKpdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/EA5hO6P1mGI/s1600/14561_172408448025_769808025_2876132_1417917_n.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: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ivI2M1rc2A/TZ5IXNNKpdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/EA5hO6P1mGI/s400/14561_172408448025_769808025_2876132_1417917_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592987350759810514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form 5, graduation day with ze classmates :D ( Dini usha kaki and muka Zali priceless! Hahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzLNXCqoHa0/TZ5Hn3LIj4I/AAAAAAAAAio/53hjxdzzFnE/s1600/l%2B%25287%2529.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/-SzLNXCqoHa0/TZ5Hn3LIj4I/AAAAAAAAAio/53hjxdzzFnE/s400/l%2B%25287%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592986537391853442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post-spm days, ronda-ronda Penang with Eleena :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say is, sumpa rinduuuuu! I miss those days when I was 16 and 17. Life was less complicated and fun. I miss hanging out with Eleena, going around Penang, looking for the best Briyani to eat, randomly went to places, not thinking that much. I miss high school,  and the close friends, how we were so eager for recess time sebab nak makan mee tom yam kantin! Gosh, how shallow can we be? Hahaha. And how wonderful, for they still care very much about me up till now. That touches me the most. I miss y'all! As of today, I'm already 19. Oh my, I can't believe I'm already 19. Arwah tok umur 19 dah beranak-pinak cik oi! :O Hahaha okay running from the topic :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: Don't you think that I can't survive without you, because I still am very much alive. If you don't need me, then, same goes for me too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3668877609922016446?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3668877609922016446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3668877609922016446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3668877609922016446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3668877609922016446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/rewind.html' title='Rewind!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgqQ1bSK0wY/TZ5LkRJA6rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YGc9HK9AhKQ/s72-c/l%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4865920435099197242</id><published>2011-04-07T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:56:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell?</title><content type='html'>Will we still be together after this? Will we still be living together under one roof? Maybe, maybe not. However, my room mate and I promised that we'll stay together until my 5th year. And I grew to love her, though she can be quite annoying at times. Haha. I'm already used to being around her, and we knew a lot about each other. However, the other one, I'm not sure if she'll stay. It was definitely a pleasure, living with her. I love each and everyone of my house mates, I really do.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFmCmx6QulQ/TZ0IUEhFdQI/AAAAAAAAAig/bKEOq6spw2U/s1600/68199_485332642435_778102435_5816309_4822852_n.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: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFmCmx6QulQ/TZ0IUEhFdQI/AAAAAAAAAig/bKEOq6spw2U/s400/68199_485332642435_778102435_5816309_4822852_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592635453166941442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will miss this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4865920435099197242?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4865920435099197242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4865920435099197242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4865920435099197242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4865920435099197242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/farewell.html' title='Farewell?'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFmCmx6QulQ/TZ0IUEhFdQI/AAAAAAAAAig/bKEOq6spw2U/s72-c/68199_485332642435_778102435_5816309_4822852_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7587945667880892829</id><published>2011-04-06T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:24:56.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P1UYABUPBY/TZujX_tLTWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Lxi0Bebv8Ak/s1600/l_a8b15122213a699c96716d1279f28897.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/-6P1UYABUPBY/TZujX_tLTWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Lxi0Bebv8Ak/s400/l_a8b15122213a699c96716d1279f28897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592242994943839586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you, Nurdini Izni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7587945667880892829?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7587945667880892829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7587945667880892829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7587945667880892829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7587945667880892829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6P1UYABUPBY/TZujX_tLTWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Lxi0Bebv8Ak/s72-c/l_a8b15122213a699c96716d1279f28897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2186164168844632161</id><published>2011-04-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:22:11.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GBH.</title><content type='html'>It's good to know that there's someone out there that still cares, though we both know that I'm no good in getting over things, and people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2186164168844632161?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2186164168844632161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2186164168844632161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2186164168844632161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2186164168844632161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-good-to-know-that-theres-someone.html' title='GBH.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6662506021045649382</id><published>2011-04-04T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:42:04.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching atau sensitip?</title><content type='html'>(Backgound music: Pergi by Aizat)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching kan? Sayu kan? Syahdu kan? Sambil buat blog sambil dengar lagu sayu-sayu ni.  I purposely chose this song, sebab at this point of time, I just feel like listening to it. If you don't know me well enough, then let me tell you. I'm actually a melancholic type of person at times. Yes, Mimi ni melancholic sometimes, mellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi orang suka cakap Mimi ni touching lebih, emo. Even mak pernah cakap "Mimi tau tak sebab apa orang tinggal Mimi? Sebab Mimi ni emotional lebih, tak rational sometimes. Mimi emo sangat", lebih kurang macam tu la. When you get that from your own mother, memang tertusuk la honestly. Benda tu memang Syamimi dah tau, tapi bila dia dengar benda tu dari mak dia sendiri, dia macam, "Omaigod even my own mother think of me like that. Teruk sangat ke aku ni?". Tapi I know that my mother's intention was just to wake me up and make me realise about my bad qualities and try to advice me to become a better person. Thanks mak. Mimi tau mak cuma nak make sure Mimi get the things that I want in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I am very sensitive, sangat cepat terasa. Maybe sebab tu orang suka cakap Mimi seorang yang touching lebih, tapi sebenarnya I'm just sensitive, maybe soft-hearted. I can't look at skinny kittens kat tepi jalan yang tengah cari makan, boleh bergenang mata ni. Tengok iklan Bersamamu pun bergenang sometimes. I'm sensitive, that's all, but bila orang cakap Syamimi emo lebih, touching lebih, ingat Syamimi tak rasa apa-apa ke? Haha. Dia rasa, tapi dia diam je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes people can be too harsh, that's what I feel. Maybe its me being too 'touching'. Tapi memang sometimes I feel that orang main cakap je kat kita walaupun benda tu agak harsh. Kita ni niat sometimes nak menolong, and kita ni excited la kan nak bagitau yang kita might just find a solution to something, tapi pangg kena shut down just like that. Ouchh! I'm not talking about one specific person okay, but this is generally speaking. I was just trying to be helpful tapi in the end I end up being a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedih la bila macam tu. Tapi apa boleh buat, cakap sorry, then diam dan simpan dalam hati. Sometimes I would feel shitty gak, tapi at least I try to jaga hati orang lain. I won't go and shut people down. At least aku emo sorang-sorang, aku tak kasi ayat power kat orang. Tapi tu la, bila kita emo sorang-sorang pun orang kata. Haihh itu tak kena ini tak kena. Then nak buat apa? Tapi manusia memang macam tu la kan. So biar la apa orang kata, kita diam je la. That's what I do. Aku cuba jaga hati orang, tapi orang? Tak semua nak jaga hati kita ni. Itulah realiti kehidupan. Be it your other half, friends, adik-beradik. In the end, maafkan je la. Bak kata Julian Casablancas, "forgive them even if they are not sorry"(berapa banyak kali dah tulis benda ni kat blog ni pun tak tau la).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab kalau kita merajuk ke, buat tawar hati, tarik muka, give them attitude pun kalau dorang tak peduli, then tak peduli gak. They would just be like mampos kau la weh macam aku kisah. So kita maafkan je la. Kurang dosa berdendam at least. Kita tak boleh nak expect untuk semua orang faham kita, but in turn, I try to understand them, and thought mesti ada reason why he or she would act like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, people will always let us down, and benda tu memang menyedihkan, tapi kita cuba la untuk memahami, walaupun mereka tidak semestinya memahami kita. Macam arwah tok cakap, "Kita kalau tak nak orang buat benda tak baik kat kita, kita jangan buat kat orang". So, kita jangan buat something yang kita tak suka if benda tu jadi kat kita. Jangan menyakiti orang tu kalau kita tak nak dia menyakiti kita. Karma, what goes around comes around. If in the past kita pernah buat kat orang, nanti kita akan dapat balasan for what we did. That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, memang la kita ada perasaan, and sometimes kita terasa itu terasa ini, tapi no matter what people do to us, I believe in forgiving it and just let it be. Perangai orang kita tak boleh nak ubah, so why not kita try to adapt and just terima, be it good or bad. Memang sometimes kita nak orang faham kita and give us what we want, but life doesn't work that way. You don't always get what you want. So, apa pun, pasrah dengan ketentuan Tuhan. Memang sometimes kita break down macam orang hilang anak, tapi they still won't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, pasrahlah dengan ketentuan Ilahi.  Biarlah orang label kita touching lebih or whatever, janji kita do our part in being a good friend to them, walaupun maybe they won't do the same. Kita sayang kawan kita kan, so kita cubalah sebaik mungkin untuk jaga perhubungan tu. Maybe sometimes kita rasa kenapa asyik aku je kena tolerate, tapi ingat dorang pun pernah tolerate dengan kita, especially someone yang obnoxious macam saya ni :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Background music: Sempurna by Andra and The Backbone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehem ehem agak mengimbau memori di situ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Yayy yayy esok kelas! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6662506021045649382?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6662506021045649382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6662506021045649382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6662506021045649382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6662506021045649382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/touching-atau-sensitip.html' title='Touching atau sensitip?'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5955843538870665424</id><published>2011-04-03T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:47:12.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's a Company.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D2eu2jXIDY/TZe4J0uOSmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XzWoZDn-GxI/s1600/156736_1762157695981_1300231425_31984465_6841428_n.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: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D2eu2jXIDY/TZe4J0uOSmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XzWoZDn-GxI/s400/156736_1762157695981_1300231425_31984465_6841428_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591139941314611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss spending that night with them, doing silly things, enjoying each other's company. I've met them, since kitorang semua dah balik sini, but I haven't spend time with the both of them together. Diorang ni one each ada characteristics masing-masing yang membuatkan diorang special in my eyes. I don't know them that long. Ica was my group mate back in UPM, but time tu kitorang tak baik pun. We only started talking masa the last night kat situ, where we had bbq and stuff, and kitorang ditakdirkan untuk sit next to each other dalam flight from KL to Bahrain and even from Bahrain to Cairo. At first kitorang macam awkward, but bila sembang-sembang, we realised that we had a lot in common, especially our music taste. I was so amazed to discover someone else that had similar taste like me in music, and kitorang ngam, we can talk about stuff that don't really matter, and laugh about it. She's someone that I turn to when I want to have fun, and feel carefree. Masa baru sampai sini dulu, kitorang sangat adventurous mencari tempat makan yang best. Lepas kelas je, jalan cari makan. Life with her, is like so easy. Dia sangat simple, and you feel like life is simpler when you're with her, macam hidup ni takde masalah, bagai berlari-berlari keriangan di tepi pantai yang meniup bayu angin yang menyamankan. Haa hyperbola kan? Hahaha. I don't really talk serious matter with her, like what's going on with my personal life and stuff. I prefer not to talk to her about it. Bayangkan, dia pernah cakap if she finds out someone hurts me or something, she'll hunt him down and teach him some lesson. Isn't that creepy? Her face was dead serious, and she is not the serious type. So, I decided that I won't be sharing much about my personal life with her. Billah also told me that Ica said the same thing to her about teaching someone some lesson or whatever if he ever do something to me. So, no, not sharing any deep and heavy stuff with her. Dia kalau nak ajak jogging, jalan tepi pantai, gi Manshia, tengok wayang malam-malam, haa boleh laa. Sebab tu la I love spending time with her. Like the other day, I called her dah petang, ajak dia tengok wayang malam tu, kononnya birthday outing la, dia on je. She's cool like that, and that is why I love her :) Billah on the other hand, is different from Ica. She's my classmate but kitorang rapat pun dah masa December kot. She doesn't talk much, but she's very nice. Dulu selalu usha dia dalam kelas (don't get me wrong, but I like to usha perempuan cantik dan comel, I'm in awe), tapi tengok-tengok macam tu je la but later on kitorang start sembang, and we feel comfortble with each other's company. She's very nice, and jenis yang chill. Fun to be with. Dia ni pun best gak sebab kalau ajak makan serumpun, on je. Ye la, rumah dekat. Hehe. I'm comfortable enough with her that benda yang I meant to keep a secret pun, in the end dia tahu gak. She gave me this aura, that made me feel that it's okay to let her know. And yes, it made me feel better, because I was deceiving too many people, and she doesn't give me words like typical people would. She would just listen, and then say things that I can accept. I knew I can count on her, and I can trust her. She won't be all noisy about it. She's just there, willing to share my problems. I'm thankful for her, and I love her. I love them both, they're special in their very own way. I'm hoping to be spending time again with these two. Ingat lagi keluar malam tu just sebab nak cari things to munch! How shallow are we? Haha. Pastu how we randomly planned nak pegi Carrefour lepas kelas, nak cari boots la apa benda la. Esok tu Syamimi terus demam muntah-muntah. Muahaha. Have fun sampai tak ingat benda la tu. Haha. Haihh. But really, when I'm around them, I would be having fun. And I miss that. Class dah nak start, and I can't wait to go through the journey with them. Muahaha. Excited la! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Semester baru, semangat baru! Aja-aja fighting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5955843538870665424?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5955843538870665424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5955843538870665424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5955843538870665424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5955843538870665424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/twos-company.html' title='Two&apos;s a Company.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2D2eu2jXIDY/TZe4J0uOSmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XzWoZDn-GxI/s72-c/156736_1762157695981_1300231425_31984465_6841428_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7058200380067587669</id><published>2011-04-01T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:02:43.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause He made you perfect, babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG0wi1m-89o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG0wi1m-89o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an amazing talent this little girl is. I'm so captivated by her. And I love this song very much. It's very self-empowerment, making you realise how important it is to love yourself, for we are all beautiful in our very own way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm beautiful in my way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause God makes no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the right track baby&lt;br /&gt;I was born this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide yourself in regret&lt;br /&gt;Just love yourself and you're set&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the right track baby&lt;br /&gt;I was born this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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;So to those who don't love me for the way I am, then it's your problem, not mine. God makes no mistakes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7358480991716721048-7058200380067587669?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7058200380067587669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7058200380067587669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7058200380067587669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7058200380067587669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-he-made-you-perfect-babe.html' title='&apos;Cause He made you perfect, babe'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-465536255939811649</id><published>2011-03-29T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:30:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things.</title><content type='html'>Lisa did this, and I asked her if I can do it too, for it looks rather interesting, and she totally agreed to it. So, this is my 100 things, and I'm not sure if you'll make it to the end. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I like to sing, a lot, though I don't have a great voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Eating is my thing, I'm quite good at it, depending on the mood. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.I have 7 Barbie dolls, 1 Kelly, a Barbie car, and a bed and bath Barbie house, and it is still being kept in my house in Sungai Petani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. In case you didn't know, I'm a Dentistry student in Alexandria University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My family is living in Bukit Jelutong, Shah Alam, for the moment, but once my father retires, my mom and dad will be going back to our house in Sungai Petani, Kedah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. And yes, I love Kedah, and Penang too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I met this one girl in  my mengaji place back when I was 9, and now she is my best friend of 10 years. Eleena is her name :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm scared of cockroaches, lizards, insects, worms, ulat gonggok and all those creepy crawlies. Euwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm the only daughter, and I have two big brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I miss those days when I can just run around in my hugabun pants and play galah panjang with my neighbours and Eleena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I shout, a lot, in excitement, or even in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I tend to annoy people because sometimes I talk so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I don't really know how to communicate with the people I just got to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I love my family, though my brothers can be quite annoying at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I'm loyal, too loyal, for that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I cried in the cinema watching Happy Feet with Eleena, and she laughed at me =___='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. When I was younger, I had the ambition of becoming a gynecologist. Word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. A trip to the dentist when I was 16 had inflicted my interest in becoming a dentist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Frank Lampard had stolen my heart as a young 11-year-old girl. I've been a fan ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. My favourite football team is of course, Chelsea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. When eating out, I would always order teh o' ais, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. My favourite Power Rangers was the pink one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I have a giraffe named Jiji that is here with me in Egypt, keeping me company during my sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. In my Setiawangsa days, I would always watch Madelline on Disney channel before I go to school. Hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. When I was in Form 1, I was in a boarding school, but I quit after one year. I suffered from insomnia, it stresses me out so freaking much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  I love someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Once when I was in Form 5, I weighed 62 kg, and now I'm 12 kg lighter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I really really wanna go and visit London one day. It's one of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. People love to make fun of my nose, and it used to bring me down, but someone made me realised that my nose is perfectly fine. I thank that person very much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I bought Britney's Baby One More Time cassette back in those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I miss my room in Sungai Petani, super comfy, and spacious, and it's pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I love pink and purple, or the combination of both colours. So Barbie-ish, don't you think? Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.I've been disappointed for quite a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. I was my school swimmer in my primary Convent days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. I love cats so so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. I had a near-death incident that happened to me when I was in Form 1 in a car accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. When I was 7, I was enrolled in a keyboard class, but I don't play it so well, and I berpaling tadah to guitar afterwards. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. I'm not in my best emotional state for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. I'm not really looking forward to my 19th, I'm just not excited for my birthday actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. I used to tell everyone that I'll be getting married by 25, but now I think the earlier the better, in so many aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. When I was 11, I used to give food to this cat, and she gave birth at the back of my house, and I fed them and played with them, but when I left for KL for 3 days, they were already gone by the time I was home, and one of the kittens died :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. People say that I look like my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I like stuffed toys and teddy bears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. The main reason why I go to Ikea is just for the food. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Oh, and I love tom yam so very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. I remembered having two Iban friends when I was in SK AU3, one named Angela and one named Patrick. I wonder what happen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. I miss high school, my friends, and the memories we had. It was fun :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. I love to fool around and make people laugh. It makes me happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. I'm fond of the fashion world, the designers, the models, and the trend-setters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. I used to have low self-esteem, but when people around me gave me compliments, I feel more confident about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. I enjoy watching sports, but I'm not athletic. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. When I was young, I dreamed of becoming a successful gymnasts, but my mom turned it down by saying, "satgi dok terkangkang sana terkangkang sini". Hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. I also wanted to be a figure-skater, but it wasn't meant to be. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. I'm not anti-social, but I prefer to socialise with the people I already knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. Aside from the guys I'm close with from high school and that someone, I don't really talk to guys. I don't know why, I just don't feel like talking to those of my opposite gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Wearing skirts makes me feel more feminine and good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. These girls over here in Alex make a big fuss about how lembut my tangan is and they accused of me of not doing any chores, when the truth is, I did =___='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. I had a condition, hyperhidrosis, whereby I sweat on the palms of my hands and feet, but I had an operation in March 2008, and now I'm cured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. I'm not adventurous, I don't really enjoy going camping and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. I fell off the stairs when I was 7, because I was racing down the stairs with Bangah, but alhamdulillah I'm still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. I had my first boots when I was about 4 or 5. I insisted on having one. Kecik-kecik dah pandai demand :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. I don't get over people very easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. I love kids, they're so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64.Kat rumah, saya cakap Kedah dengan family saya, but I change my loghat according to the people I'm with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65.My favourite subject in school was History. I just love anything that has got to do with history. I got it from my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. When I was young, I would spend my spare time by memorising the big big world atlas I had, and tried to remember all those countries with their capitals. I got that interest from my father too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. I used to hate playing ABC with my brothers, sebab bila kena jentik sakit sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. I used to watch wrestling, because my brothers were in control of the TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. I always end up being the one heart-broken. People let me down most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. I don't find merentas desa as interesting. I don't like it that much during my school time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. I don't drive that much, I'm not confident about driving on the road with other cars. I'm scared, quite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. However, when I drive, I like to turn up the volume and make my own concert in the car :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. I actually love dancing, but I don't dance in front of people. Only when I'm alone in my room. Secret show la konon. Pfftttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. I love it here in Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. My genre of music would definitely be alternative, but I listen to most kinds of music, be it rock, electronic, indie, psychedelic rock or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. I am a huge fan of The Strokes! Huge one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. For my 16th birthday, Eleena gave me The Strokes t-shirt and it made me melutut as soon as I got it from her. I was so happy :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Sunway Pyramid is my favourite hang out spot. I just love Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Cotton On is my favourite place to shop, sebab banyak cheap-cheap but if in Egypt, it would definitely be H&amp;amp;M. The awesome-est place in Alexandria! (okay hyperbola).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. I would also love to tour Europe, maybe go on a honeymoon or something. Ecehhh mengada pulak diaa! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Lady Gaga kinda scares me, but I love most of her songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. I wanna go to New York and see Times Square for myself. I wanna experience Big Apple myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. I've vowed to never dye, or alter my hair chemically, be it straighten or perming, for I am contented with what God gave me, though it kinda looks fun when I see my friends having their  hair coloured. Thanks, but no thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Despite no.83, I helped dyed my friend's hair just now, and I did one heck of a job, and I feel accomplished when I see the result. If I don't make it as a dentist, I could maybe work in a saloon. OKtak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. I love handbags, but my mom hates the fact that I always want to buy a new one. Shoes too. But they're so cute! How can you not wanna buy them? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. I love sleeping, and when I'm depressed or feeling down, I turn to my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. I've never received flowers, teddy bears, or any of those 'cute-cute' things a girl would usually get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. I still have the London bear key chain that a friend and also the person I was in love with once gave me, and it's still hanging on my pencil case. It's not because of who gave it to me, it's just that the bear is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. I was on the choral speaking team during my Convent days, and we made it to the national level, 2 years in a row. Way to go Convent! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. I enjoyed being in a girl's school. I like it more, being around girls. At least boleh nak menggedik mengada. OKtak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. I played tennis, but I'm not that good. At least I was training to be my school representative masa Form 1, but I ran away, so bye bye. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. I am generally a happy person, cheerful, and I see the glass half-full, but sometimes situation leads me to not be that person that I usually am. But for the most part, I'm a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. I love flying on airplanes. Somehow the food and the in-flight entertainment excites me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94, I am actually a lazy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. I can cook, but I'm not that confident when it comes to cooking, especially for my house mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. I used to wish that someday I'll be a rockstar. Mengarut betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. I love the Mediterranean Sea, of which I get to see almost everyday. It's so beautiful, how wonderful is God's creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. I actually have a tumblr account, but it's more private there, I pour my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. I wanna be a great dentist, a good daughter to my parents, a good wife to someone, a good mother to my offsprings, and a good servant to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. I actually wish that someone will put the same effort like I did for his 19th, and be there for me, like I did, for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-465536255939811649?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/465536255939811649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=465536255939811649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/465536255939811649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/465536255939811649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-things.html' title='100 things.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6728951171521214977</id><published>2011-03-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:23:42.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus mate 5? No, thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was showing my old pictures to Yana and Fatimah, and they were surprised to see how I looked like back then. Yeah, I was 'bigger' (fatter actually). They called me 'boolat' with the oo. Muahaha. These are some of the pictures I showed them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZewYgycSpgE/TY9TUxR28dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vQO8QVawtDA/s1600/24391_331786381595_576326595_4161624_8272301_n.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: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZewYgycSpgE/TY9TUxR28dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vQO8QVawtDA/s400/24391_331786381595_576326595_4161624_8272301_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588777278880805330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From this... (patut la kau tak nak kat aku dulu, aku gemuk muahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFm9cU4PPn4/TY9TK3qh1QI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OLAV3eA-wqg/s1600/35846_1429524570452_1002964880_1226319_4328156_n.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: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFm9cU4PPn4/TY9TK3qh1QI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OLAV3eA-wqg/s400/35846_1429524570452_1002964880_1226319_4328156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588777108796200194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-g2wWgOBww/TY9S8pHjDiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XpHFIOdJrJU/s1600/181681_1813238300751_1533848838_31947594_1518376_n.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/-q-g2wWgOBww/TY9S8pHjDiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XpHFIOdJrJU/s400/181681_1813238300751_1533848838_31947594_1518376_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588776864373214754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-g2wWgOBww/TY9S8pHjDiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XpHFIOdJrJU/s1600/181681_1813238300751_1533848838_31947594_1518376_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-g2wWgOBww/TY9S8pHjDiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XpHFIOdJrJU/s1600/181681_1813238300751_1533848838_31947594_1518376_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it took me less than a year. I loss about 12 kg. Just let someone break your heart, and you'll lose weight. Ok kidding! (It's sorta true though). Sometimes, people turn to food when they're down, I used to, that was the reason I used to be chubbier. Sometimes, people stay away from food, or not being able to eat, when they're depressed. I used to. But don't do that, it ain't smart. Your tummy needs food. Even though it's hard to even swallow the food, you just have to. Never starve yourself! (see who's speaking now, I even skipped meals sometimes sebab malas masak muahaha). But yeah, kena makan. We have to live the healthy life, baru la sihat, ceria dan bahagia. (Yeah right!). Eh, betul laa, we have to take care of our own self, because no one would. Plus, pity your tummy one, bunyi kroek kroek memanggil-manggil makanan. If you ask me, how to lose weight, I would just say this. It's from my own experience. Makan, kena makan, don't skip meals, but try to reduce the portion, especially nasi. Kurangkan nasi, lebihkan lauk. It works, for me laa, and now I'm even smaller than I was in form 3, I think. Muahahaha. And I can even fit in into my old pants and shirts. Weeeee! I feel a lot more better, and somehow more confident with myself. I feel good, and I still like to eat. When it comes to eating, I'm so focused I sometimes can't even hear when people are talking to me. Teehee. Every time I met my old friends or even my mom's friends, they would say 'Mimi dah kurus laa'. It feels great, it made me feel good about myself. I can definitely say, that I am at peace with my own body now, and I'm happy :)&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/7358480991716721048-6728951171521214977?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6728951171521214977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6728951171521214977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6728951171521214977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6728951171521214977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/jus-mate-5-no-thank-you.html' title='Jus mate 5? No, thank you!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZewYgycSpgE/TY9TUxR28dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vQO8QVawtDA/s72-c/24391_331786381595_576326595_4161624_8272301_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5705608602105233249</id><published>2011-03-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:21:03.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahsia Kasih Sayang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAQApxK1HHM/TY8ccbudHbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sShla9cv76Q/s1600/mac.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: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAQApxK1HHM/TY8ccbudHbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sShla9cv76Q/s400/mac.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588716937394593202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone tagged me this photo on facebook, and my reaction was like "Errr?" O.0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Pasangan ideal, lahir dalam bulan 12? Omaigod! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5705608602105233249?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5705608602105233249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5705608602105233249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5705608602105233249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5705608602105233249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/rahsia-kasih-sayang.html' title='Rahsia Kasih Sayang?'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAQApxK1HHM/TY8ccbudHbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sShla9cv76Q/s72-c/mac.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-918918041900681420</id><published>2011-03-27T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:18:57.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taksub, so subscribe.</title><content type='html'>These past few days, I've been spending more time on youtube, watching two amazing guys, who are both from Kedah (saya pun orang Kedah hihihi), and both are studying in Australia, and both are awesome at what they're doing! The videos they made are funny, yet full of messages. And it turned out to be so adorable! We girls, me, Fatimah and Yana are like so into Anwar Hadi that we would actually watch his video everyday even when we already knew the lines and yet, we still feel so entertained, and of course we were mesmerized by his good looks and his charming accent. I mean, his English is superb. You're just in awe, watching him, and datang la mood nak menggatal (macam la dia tau kitorang wujud pun kan). Hahaha. But we still support him, and also matluthfi, because they are both awesome! What they're doing is a good thing, entertaining yet reminding people of the values we should have. I subscribed to their channels on youtube, and I can't wait for their next video. It's Sunday, and there should be a new video from Anwar Hadi. Cepat laa, che tak sabaq nak tengok ni! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, enjoy these videos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Yl6_3gz7MY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Yl6_3gz7MY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8N4BLv0-fc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8N4BLv0-fc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, the most important thing about beauty is the beauty within, peribadi kita, remember that, Mimi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-918918041900681420?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/918918041900681420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=918918041900681420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/918918041900681420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/918918041900681420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/taksub-so-subscribe.html' title='Taksub, so subscribe.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3992493421259328790</id><published>2011-03-24T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:41:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>Can I just stay 18? 18 taught me a lot, a lot. It taught me life, and what goes around it, the happiness, the sadness, being heartbroken by your own friend of 2 years, and then getting back up on your feet, meeting new people in a new environment and it was&lt;b&gt; super-duper&lt;/b&gt; fun, and ending up with one along the way, and became happy and... Wow, a lot happened in a year, for sure. It was a roller coaster ride, a very bumpy one. However, time flies, and I only have a week left to be an 18-year-old kid, and I'll turn into a 19-year-old granny after that. Gosh, I just really wanna stay 18, and live the happy 18-year-old life I had before. Truth is, I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3992493421259328790?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3992493421259328790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3992493421259328790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3992493421259328790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3992493421259328790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7595365703498425984</id><published>2011-03-16T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:58:52.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Egypt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello! So, this is me, blogging from Alexandria :) I have safely arrived in Cairo Airport at about 4 something in the morning, local time. 10 hours direct from KL, lenguh-lenguh badan ni haa, tido terjaga tido terjaga. Nasib baik selimut dia sedap (and I took it with me and I'm wrapping it around my body now! Wee!). And and, makanan dia sedap. Licin tau. And sempat tengok satu movie, "Life As We Know It" (nak macam nama blog saya la hihihi) and cerita dia sweet laa. Tacinggg! Ok, moving on. Oh and I realised in that flight, I sat near to this guy, that went to premed also dulu, but then dia berhenti, sekejap je dia join, and he was in the same group as I am. I think his name is Ali or something. The funny thing was, he was looking at me with a look that says "macam familiar la pompuan ni" and I too, was looking at him like "macam familiar la laki ni". Anyways, the flight was okay, I enjoyed it. I was sleeping most of the time, with the selimut yang oh-so-sedap. Hihihi. So, kuar pintu kapal terbang je, terus angin 'whoosh' datang kat muka. Mak ai sejuk sangattt! Tapi best, tapi sejuk. Then, lepas pukul 6, baru bas sampai, and bawak kitorang ke destinasi masing-masing. Dari dalam bas, I looked outside, and I saw that things are like getting better. Sekarang ni merata je orang membersihkan jalan dan sampah. Satu kemajuan! (bagi tepukan sikit). And again, dalam bas tido lagi. Penat kot. And then terjaga, dengar lagu kejap, and then sempat layan movie "Pride and Prejudice" untuk kali yang ke-berapa pun tak tau laa, sebab dah banyak kali sangat tengok, tapi dah cerita best. Sape suro Mr. Darcy tu romantic tapi ego at the same time yang membuatkan dia sangat appealing? Dah la hensem! Pastu sape suro Elizabeth Bennet cantik sangat, kan dah usha! Hahaha. Ok, merapu. So, sampai kat Alex macam nak tengah hari rasanya. Kitorang diturunkan somewhere along the way nak pegi faculty medic, and we took a taxi back home. Sampai-sampai rumah tengok, fuyoo! Gate dah baru! And tak bole nak masuk, so kena panggil baba datang. Dah baba datang, mintak pulak la sewa rumah untuk berapa bulan. Masalahnya kitorang tak pegang duit tu =____=' Pastu kitorang ni yang bahasa arab pun macam ulat gonggok, cakap la kat dia nanti Ustaz bayarkan. Pastu kena la bayar gak sekali segala internet, elektrik bla bla bla. It cost me quite a fortune (bummer!) but the bright side is, aku bole tuntut balik kat housemates! Muehehehe. Pastu ikut baba gi buat kunci, pastu dia insist suro pegi tengok office dia yang mak ai, bole tahan jauh jugak la. Dah sampai lepas dari rumah Ica. Baba kata jalan 5 minit, tapi standard la, 5 minit arab. Hahaha. Sebab at that time berdua ngan Nadiah je, ajak dia jalan menghadap laut (yang omaigod so very the cantik oneeee), tak berani sangat lalu lorong belakang tu. Tambah ada pulak anjing besar kaler hitam, scaryyy! (teringat seseorang yang kurang gemar dengan anjing, hihihi). Lepas tu balik rumah, amek Fara, and pegi makan Abu Rabie! :D Bila duduk je, orang kedai tu datang cakap "I miss you". Terharuuu! Hahaha. Dan semestinya, saya menikmati firah banih! (teringat jua akan seseorang yang sering makan benda yang sama hihihi). The first bite, rasa macam ahhhh sedapnyaaaaa! Agak hyperbola, tapi memang best pun! Bila makan batatis(fries) dia, terpejam mata, sebab rasa nikmat sangat :D Lepas tu, singgah Shamy, take away beef pie (nyam nyam) and pegi money changer. Before balik kitorang singgah kat kedai ikan pak cik tu, for dinner. Nak ikan bakar. Bila pak cik tu nampak kitorang, bukan main excited lagi. Dah lama tak nampak orang Malayzi kot. Tanya-tanya kitorang bila sampai, pastu dia cakap tengok Alex ni, keadaan dah okay apa sume. Kitorang pun tersengih-sengih je la kat pak cik tu. Sampai je rumah, terus skype ngan mak yang obviously miss me so the very much one hihihi (mak, I'm doing okay, just pray for me, and my happiness okay :D) but actually penat gila kot. Lepas online, masuk bilik Fara, bajet nak sembang-sembang, last-last, sume tungging tido. Nasib baik set alarm, sebab nak dinner. Nak dekat pukul 11 baru nak dinner. Hehe. So, lepas makan tu, ni la dia. Bercerita-ceriti kejap. Lepas ni nak titoww! Jet lag kot. Hahaha. From what I see, Alexandria la particularly, is doing great. Just nice, like it had always been. I feel so comfortable and homey, like really nice kinda feeling. I love this place, it's beautiful, and I've made many beautiful memories over here, with my friends, my housemates, and of course, jeng jeng jeng! And I'm looking forward to making more memories. When I was looking at the ocean, the Mediterranean Sea, it captivated me. The beauty, is just so surreal. I felt like crying, looking at the picturesque God's creation. So beautiful, so breathtaking. And above all, I feel so thankful to God, for giving me this life. Come what may, I'll remind myself to be thankful, for every single thing :') Okay nak titowww leww (ahakzz gedikzzzz laa). Ok seriously, memang nak tido, penat, dengan jet lag, time differnce adjustment lagi. Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhA11onSIz8/TX_4w2_uoDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IBUIrzy2Jc8/s1600/P3150242.JPG"&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/-hhA11onSIz8/TX_4w2_uoDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IBUIrzy2Jc8/s400/P3150242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584455581242925106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "Hi, saya dah sampai Cairo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ArdIZKMMiXY/TX_1WDpwyYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Yjrd534uu7Y/s1600/P3150243.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/-ArdIZKMMiXY/TX_1WDpwyYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Yjrd534uu7Y/s400/P3150243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584451822249101698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka "Okay actually saya penat and sejuk yang teramat sgt I could just freeze"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YopP4hAVLqg/TX_zYSV6TnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aZ4aai7fcTA/s1600/P3150245.JPG"&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/-YopP4hAVLqg/TX_zYSV6TnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aZ4aai7fcTA/s400/P3150245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584449661528854130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firah banih combo! Perut so happy one :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7595365703498425984?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7595365703498425984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7595365703498425984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7595365703498425984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7595365703498425984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-egypt.html' title='Hello Egypt!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhA11onSIz8/TX_4w2_uoDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/IBUIrzy2Jc8/s72-c/P3150242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8990226140063369491</id><published>2011-03-12T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:14:28.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bak kata Eleena, "I iz one happy fatz kidz today..." because I had Ikea's salmon and also Ikea's super duper delicious ice-cream! Weeeee! Well, hands down, I have to say that Ikea's ice-cream is ze best! And and, it is only RM 1! Very nice one la I tell youuu. So, my tummy is very happy today, good job Mimi! Hahaha. I didn't even care about the others while I was eating, as I was so focused. My cousins were laughing at me because I was so into my food. Teehee! I feel good today. Looking forward to making my bummy tummy happy again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPJu4aZpI0s/TXtMUfA8UxI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Rd_YtI7NYhg/s1600/SAM_0911.JPG"&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/-CPJu4aZpI0s/TXtMUfA8UxI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Rd_YtI7NYhg/s400/SAM_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583140077862408978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebelum ice-cream dimamah Mimi monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8fOiybDDZY/TXtLtZZOt0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/8RnoiDranr4/s1600/SAM_0913.JPG"&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/-X8fOiybDDZY/TXtLtZZOt0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/8RnoiDranr4/s400/SAM_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583139406338766658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setelah ice-cream dimamah sedikit oleh Mimi (yang look so selekeh) monster :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8990226140063369491?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8990226140063369491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8990226140063369491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8990226140063369491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8990226140063369491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-tummy.html' title='Happy Tummy'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPJu4aZpI0s/TXtMUfA8UxI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Rd_YtI7NYhg/s72-c/SAM_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-324444549183184244</id><published>2011-03-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:41:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to the dentist today, and I did scaling, and I liked it! Haha. I always enjoy my trip to the dentist. Hihihi. Well, the doctor said that my teeth are in very good condition, no lubang whatsoever *kembang sikit di situ*. And when I was about to leave, she asked me what am I studying, and I told her I'm doing dentistry, and she said that her instinct told her so *kening-kening*. Hihihi. And we talked for a while, and she offered me to come by to her clinic the next time I come home, so I can learn from her. Woohoo! I was flattered. And I also asked her, about doing braces, because my mom urged me to ask the doctor if I should get one, and she said I should do it if I'm concern about how it looks (which I really don't, I'm grateful with it's condition now) and it would benefit me in the long run. Of course, I know why my mom is so concerned about this, because if I were to be a dentist, I should have the perfect looking teeth, so that the patients will have some kind of assurance, something like that I guess. I'll consider it. And and, today I had the opportunity to meet baby Iyyad, my mother's bff's grandson! So cute one! Have a look :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mcF5LuVNDI/TXonNLRJ04I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ciGJmK5vgro/s1600/SAM_0909.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/-1mcF5LuVNDI/TXonNLRJ04I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ciGJmK5vgro/s400/SAM_0909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582817795395670914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tiut! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-324444549183184244?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/324444549183184244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=324444549183184244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/324444549183184244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/324444549183184244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-11th.html' title='Friday the 11th'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mcF5LuVNDI/TXonNLRJ04I/AAAAAAAAAd4/ciGJmK5vgro/s72-c/SAM_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6426516309614728301</id><published>2011-03-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:50:47.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back, Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eT1y3tMuEzo/TXY3Cz0YFDI/AAAAAAAAAdw/A24wUu6x_Ws/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"&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/-eT1y3tMuEzo/TXY3Cz0YFDI/AAAAAAAAAdw/A24wUu6x_Ws/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581709309581464626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how it was in Egypt, before I came back, with tankers guarding all over. I hope when I return to Egypt, everything will be okay, everything :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Yana is so gonna kill me if she sees this picture of her. You always have to ask her first if it's okay to upload pictures with her in it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6426516309614728301?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6426516309614728301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6426516309614728301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6426516309614728301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6426516309614728301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-be-back-egypt.html' title='I&apos;ll be back, Egypt'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eT1y3tMuEzo/TXY3Cz0YFDI/AAAAAAAAAdw/A24wUu6x_Ws/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7177670899621690564</id><published>2011-03-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:53:50.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwx-97OtABQ/TXIi7FL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9gt6632Ii3I/s1600/SAM_0731.JPG"&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/-mwx-97OtABQ/TXIi7FL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9gt6632Ii3I/s400/SAM_0731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580561286665571266" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Come what may, I'll like myself no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwx-97OtABQ/TXIi7FL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9gt6632Ii3I/s1600/SAM_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7358480991716721048-7177670899621690564?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7177670899621690564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7177670899621690564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7177670899621690564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7177670899621690564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/03/plain-jane.html' title='Plain Jane'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwx-97OtABQ/TXIi7FL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9gt6632Ii3I/s72-c/SAM_0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8416939904830634623</id><published>2011-02-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:57:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah menarik bin pelik sedikit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to Port Klang with my family today to have dinner. It was good, and my stomach was so full, I felt like fainting. Why I wanted to blog about this is because something odd happened while we were having dinner. A part of my father's central incisor disappeared! Hahaha. It must have happened because of the crab. It was sooooo funny, we were all laughing, but no worries, the dentist will fix it. Teehee, I don't mean myself for sure ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mN5_W178rdw/TWplIIytH9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/R4kEOObII2w/s1600/SAM_0900.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/-mN5_W178rdw/TWplIIytH9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/R4kEOObII2w/s400/SAM_0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578382278925295570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the missing part of the tooth? Hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bZNgTadDnTE/TWpgq8CL-FI/AAAAAAAAAdI/v6Pc1z9aO-4/s1600/SAM_0880.JPG"&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/-bZNgTadDnTE/TWpgq8CL-FI/AAAAAAAAAdI/v6Pc1z9aO-4/s400/SAM_0880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578377379237853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hL8-zqRwZg/TWpe4lHb82I/AAAAAAAAAdA/r08IhfyjrH4/s1600/SAM_0890.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/-3hL8-zqRwZg/TWpe4lHb82I/AAAAAAAAAdA/r08IhfyjrH4/s400/SAM_0890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578375414580769634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eylo7TFRB-M/TWpdKpEFJII/AAAAAAAAAc4/aA3w6NyR55U/s1600/SAM_0901.JPG"&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/-Eylo7TFRB-M/TWpdKpEFJII/AAAAAAAAAc4/aA3w6NyR55U/s400/SAM_0901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578373525854823554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8416939904830634623?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8416939904830634623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8416939904830634623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8416939904830634623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8416939904830634623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/02/kisah-menarik-bin-pelik-sedikit.html' title='Kisah menarik bin pelik sedikit'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mN5_W178rdw/TWplIIytH9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/R4kEOObII2w/s72-c/SAM_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-2713638947558732741</id><published>2011-02-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:37:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I spent the day yesterday with my best friend of 10 years, Eleena. The moment I got into her car, we both were shouting and we hugged each other so tightly. I've missed her so much. It had been quite some time since I last met her, it was in September last year. We talked all day long, non-stop. We were catching up on each other. We went for lunch, and then we walked around Empire for a while, and then she drove me back home and we even sang to Awie's 'Ratuku' in the car. Hahaha. We end up lying on my single bed together. It was good, the feeling was good. I'm glad to see her happy, and her 'laki' is treating her nicely, and she's doing good with her degree now. I'm glad that life is working out for her. I love her, and I'm glad that I was able to spend some time with her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgm9VuIw3FA/TWn-JCYonWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cr59K1-KiDk/s1600/SAM_0867.JPG"&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/-dgm9VuIw3FA/TWn-JCYonWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cr59K1-KiDk/s400/SAM_0867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578269044687543650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4qeo6vKx-w/TWn9RfSg26I/AAAAAAAAAco/FYh8PVelx50/s1600/SAM_0868.JPG"&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/-h4qeo6vKx-w/TWn9RfSg26I/AAAAAAAAAco/FYh8PVelx50/s400/SAM_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578268090373823394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-2713638947558732741?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/2713638947558732741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=2713638947558732741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2713638947558732741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/2713638947558732741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/02/selamanya.html' title='Selamanya'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dgm9VuIw3FA/TWn-JCYonWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cr59K1-KiDk/s72-c/SAM_0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3044868996825507335</id><published>2011-02-25T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:39:43.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! Guess what, I'm back on blogspot! Hahaha (bajet macam orang anticipate sangat for my return). Where have I been? I'm still here, still living, still surviving. There's some changes here and there, losing something, gaining something, the usual stuff. Life's tough, but I'm surviving and I feel okay. Yeah, I'm okay. I was thinking of posting something on how my life was in Egypt during the unrest, but then, I'm not that rajin, sorry. Haha. Whatever it is, it feels great to be back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3044868996825507335?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3044868996825507335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3044868996825507335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3044868996825507335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3044868996825507335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5984696502375558589</id><published>2011-01-26T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:45:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manis sekali bak gula</title><content type='html'>I read Dini's blog, and I was so so smitten by her newest post. It's super super sweet, what she did, as a daughter, and the content of the blog itself is so heart-melting. Haha. Here's a &lt;a href="http://dinkysaurus.blogspot.com/2011/01/silver-celebration.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to that very post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5984696502375558589?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5984696502375558589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5984696502375558589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5984696502375558589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5984696502375558589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/manis-sekali-bak-gula.html' title='Manis sekali bak gula'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8420505125059706702</id><published>2011-01-25T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:21:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to 'taching-taching'</title><content type='html'>I'm at my happiest. Yes, I am. I thank God, and I am grateful to him, to have been given everything that I have now. My family, my great great family. A mother who knows her daughter like the back of her hand, a father who somehow might seem ignorant but I know deep down, cares about his one and only daughter, and the brothers who are both very good at ticking me off but I know would do anything in order to protect me. I'm so lucky to have them in my life, yes I am. I'm not the kind of person with loads of friends, no I'm not, but I have enough friends, and I have a few very good friends, and also very very good friends. Most of them are from my high school years, my former classmates, who had played the field with me (cewahhh menipu je mana pernah play the field hahaha). Each and everyone of them had played an important role in my very life, and shaped me into the person that I am now. My closest are Dini, Wan, Mira and Amal, they who had put up with me and my craps, and also Nadia, Akmal and Shaza, geng-geng kuat merapu (especially Nadia and Akmal, very the blu-blu one, oh and Azuan pun, dua kali lima je korang sume hahaha). Oh, those were the days, and thanks you guys, for giving me the time of my life. I really hope that we'll remain friends to the end. Bak kata pepatah, "friends forever"! ( dengan cara yang gedik). Hahaha. Yes, and not forgetting, my binis, with the s, sebab ada dua bini. Haha. My lovely Eleena, and the-ever-so-dramatic Phynaz. Haha. I miss you guys so damn much! I have to say, you guys are the shizzz! Every moment spent with you guys, I was having a ball. With all the lawak bangang and stuff, it was all great. And to you Eleena, my long-time best friend, since the age of 9. Can you believe that we had actually been friends for 10 freaking years? 10 years! 10 wonderful years, 10 blissful years. I love you so much my dear friend. You had been there, every step of the way. Though the distance, we had still managed to keep tabs on each other. We were so close, always having sleepovers, went swimming together, crapping together! Hahaha. I knew your odd habits ( the rambut thingy muahaha) and you knew mine. We're that close, and I love you very dearly. Take care, and I wish you the very best, with your degree, your man, and your life. I am also blessed, to be having my awesome housemates, who I've known for not so long, but had shared the ups and downs of living abroad, independently, with the struggles and all. They had made everyday of my day, and I thank you guys for that, Farah, Fatimah, Foa. And to my dear roommate, Yana, I love you. Though you can be annoying at times, hahaha, but I know you actually love me too. You really enjoy to make me feel bad, don't you? Hahaha. Thanks for everything, dear roomie. You've helped me a lot, a lot. You were the one I share most of my problems now. You're the one I feel so close with. Thanks for lending your ears all these while. Especially during those days when I was still very not functional, masa time awal-awal kat sini. Thanks Yana, aku sayang kau weh. ( Taching kan kan kan?) Hahaha. Oh yes, Ica, my kembar, not to forget. The one who would always listen to me babbling. Thanks mate, you're the coolest! Haha. Yes, before ending this, I have to mention this one person, who had affected me, and my life, in so many ways. He taught me love, he taught me life. I've known him for only quite some time, June last year, and we became good friends ever since, and the rest is history. Somehow, I felt like I've known him all my life, and I feel very comfortable with him, very at ease. He gave me this kind of feeling, that only he can give me, and no one else. I can be myself when I'm with him, for he accepts me the way I am. Despite me having so many flaws, he still cares for me, and loves me just the way I am, and I thank him for that. I too, feel the same way, about him. I really am thankful, that you are destined to be in my life. I pray to God, hoping you'll forever be in my life, and stay by my side. You own my heart now, and I hope you take good care of it, and I'll try my very best to keep yours. Dear God, thank you so very much, for you have blessed me, in so many ways. Thank you, Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8420505125059706702?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8420505125059706702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8420505125059706702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8420505125059706702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8420505125059706702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-time-to-taching-taching.html' title='It&apos;s time to &apos;taching-taching&apos;'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-578436491696839895</id><published>2011-01-18T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:46:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSNYrsSthI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4q2O16_Kc-o/s1600/SAM_0121.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSNYrsSthI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4q2O16_Kc-o/s400/SAM_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563226894894282258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rindu mak sangat-sangat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSGLrhl7QI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fjnxXOCBQSE/s1600/SAM_0117.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSGLrhl7QI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fjnxXOCBQSE/s400/SAM_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563218974929710338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rindu ayah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSFBtv-hHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/UkX2zmdV9Jo/s1600/SAM_0119.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSFBtv-hHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/UkX2zmdV9Jo/s400/SAM_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563217704216593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As annoying as he is, rindu abang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSDsqfsVYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-fVaw0T-W20/s1600/SAM_0120.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSDsqfsVYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-fVaw0T-W20/s400/SAM_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563216243054105986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind my weird face. Rindu bangah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSBd5ktu-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YMUYkowd2IA/s1600/SAM_0122.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSBd5ktu-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YMUYkowd2IA/s400/SAM_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563213790380407778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rinduuuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-578436491696839895?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/578436491696839895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=578436491696839895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/578436491696839895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/578436491696839895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/importante.html' title='Importante'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTSNYrsSthI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4q2O16_Kc-o/s72-c/SAM_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7493106339690814374</id><published>2011-01-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:06:35.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Billah :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTGbvacw5fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/K09L8G2KNSE/s1600/163841_1793250073271_1300231425_32057496_2840534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTGbvacw5fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/K09L8G2KNSE/s400/163841_1793250073271_1300231425_32057496_2840534_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562398253635397106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7493106339690814374?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7493106339690814374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7493106339690814374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7493106339690814374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7493106339690814374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-19th-billah.html' title='Happy 19th Billah :)'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TTGbvacw5fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/K09L8G2KNSE/s72-c/163841_1793250073271_1300231425_32057496_2840534_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7384112048125182229</id><published>2011-01-13T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T03:44:08.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping pang pung!</title><content type='html'>It had been quite some time since I last updated my blogspot. Bukan apa, it's just that I can't find the time to write here. I don't really have anything to say, or to voice out to the world. Currently in exam mood, with my finals. Parents will be coming here for the winter break. Can't wait! Nak perap mak masak sedap-sedap. Muahaha *muka mengada-ngada*. Dah lama tak rasa masakan mak. Hihihi. Okay la, that's all for now. Still suffering form writer's block. Haha. Wish me luck. Do pray for me. Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7384112048125182229?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7384112048125182229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7384112048125182229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7384112048125182229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7384112048125182229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/ping-pang-pung.html' title='Ping pang pung!'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8976408646862998242</id><published>2011-01-04T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:41:26.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila ketua bawak kamera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBvuJnlXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DguXbKIufpQ/s1600/167112_10150111155406894_585166893_7515996_2901125_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBvuJnlXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DguXbKIufpQ/s400/167112_10150111155406894_585166893_7515996_2901125_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558077178226644338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lepas dah habis practical exam chemistry. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBe25HlvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Se7Vz7Dk6bo/s1600/168838_10150111160411894_585166893_7516107_823559_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBe25HlvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Se7Vz7Dk6bo/s400/168838_10150111160411894_585166893_7516107_823559_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076888515581682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaya peberet saya ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBEg9O4MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/svKH15EEcTo/s1600/163803_10150111162466894_585166893_7516157_6786501_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBEg9O4MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/svKH15EEcTo/s400/163803_10150111162466894_585166893_7516157_6786501_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076435950657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our small community of soon-to-be dentists, insyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJAo-J60NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qSfCs2ZiRyM/s1600/168628_10150111163031894_585166893_7516163_3500494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJAo-J60NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qSfCs2ZiRyM/s400/168628_10150111163031894_585166893_7516163_3500494_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075962752159954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJAMa3pV3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/XAUlIexC9eU/s1600/163041_10150111163801894_585166893_7516178_6699014_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJAMa3pV3I/AAAAAAAAAa4/XAUlIexC9eU/s400/163041_10150111163801894_585166893_7516178_6699014_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558075472243939186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSI_I7j_pBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/loKxRFtbN7A/s1600/167404_10150111163441894_585166893_7516169_6086352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSI_I7j_pBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/loKxRFtbN7A/s400/167404_10150111163441894_585166893_7516169_6086352_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558074312788780050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tengok me and Caa macam retards :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSI-hTktGsI/AAAAAAAAAao/SAql_TuBZ_g/s1600/165749_10150111164576894_585166893_7516190_3912834_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSI-hTktGsI/AAAAAAAAAao/SAql_TuBZ_g/s400/165749_10150111164576894_585166893_7516190_3912834_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558073632039443138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nak balik dah. Bye!&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/7358480991716721048-8976408646862998242?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8976408646862998242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8976408646862998242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8976408646862998242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8976408646862998242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2011/01/bila-ketua-bawak-kamera.html' title='Bila ketua bawak kamera...'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TSJBvuJnlXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DguXbKIufpQ/s72-c/167112_10150111155406894_585166893_7515996_2901125_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5474986197653689936</id><published>2010-12-29T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:20:07.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TRo1MPcWgWI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ZF1bYCpdMg/s1600/tumblr_le2wsatoWl1qema43o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TRo1MPcWgWI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ZF1bYCpdMg/s400/tumblr_le2wsatoWl1qema43o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555811574735077730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words of Julian Casablancas, and it is true, what he said. My faith has got to be greater than my fears. One thing I learned recently, I have to start believing in myself. My mother told me so. She said that I would always say something that indicates me being not confident with myself, or believing in myself. Mother told me to start believing in myself, thus believing that God would help me. If I don't believe, it is as if I don't believe that God will always be here, to help me along the way. When I started to believe, I began to see things in a different view. Somehow, things became much more easier, it really did. I felt it. I have to thank my dear mother, who had given me the strength to go on. What you said is true, and I guess that's why people would always say, "always listen to your mother". Hehe. Thanks for everything, Mak. I love you, and I really miss you (and your cooking too). Hihihi. Thanks again mak. *Hugs and kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-5474986197653689936?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5474986197653689936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5474986197653689936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5474986197653689936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5474986197653689936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-of-julian-casablancas-and-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TRo1MPcWgWI/AAAAAAAAAag/2ZF1bYCpdMg/s72-c/tumblr_le2wsatoWl1qema43o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4579668640124331063</id><published>2010-12-21T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:51:40.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I have come to understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way it is, it's not a secret anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause we've been through that before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been confused and in the dark, now I understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Like a Star-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally understand, no, I finally realised that everything is real. I always thought of myself being in a dream, because everything is so surreal. Despite the things that we've been through, and as you said, "&lt;i&gt;cerita kita ni panjang kan&lt;/i&gt;", it is true. It was 6 months ago that I knew you, and we've been through quite a lot ever since, I guess. I've been through whirlwind of emotions during those period, and it taught me a lot, and toughen me up a bit. I admit that I was once confused, but not anymore. Yet I am thankful for how things are now. I never thought that we're gonna turn out the way we are now, for I had lost some hope back then. I am glad, truly am, to have you by my side. I thank God every single day, for He had bring you to me. I've come to understand now, that it had always been you, and will always be you, God willing. I'm just hoping that we'll end up happily, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7358480991716721048-4579668640124331063?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4579668640124331063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4579668640124331063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4579668640124331063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4579668640124331063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-come-to-understand-way-it-is-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4370226680849327980</id><published>2010-12-20T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T03:21:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Rizwan Hafiz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4370226680849327980?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4370226680849327980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4370226680849327980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4370226680849327980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4370226680849327980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-rizwan-hafiz-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4066200233381821569</id><published>2010-12-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:34:07.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TQoiNhTlcfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wh8OlD_TraI/s1600/SAM_0564.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TQoiNhTlcfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wh8OlD_TraI/s400/SAM_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287106361717234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hai! Anda takut melihat muka saya? Muahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay memang aku takde keje nak buat -.-')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4066200233381821569?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4066200233381821569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4066200233381821569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4066200233381821569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4066200233381821569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-anda-takut-melihat-muka-saya.html' title='Horror of the day'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TQoiNhTlcfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wh8OlD_TraI/s72-c/SAM_0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3643103195508521692</id><published>2010-12-16T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:50:55.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiada motif yang kukuh</title><content type='html'>Hello rakan-rakan sekalian. Apa khabar? Rasa macam dah lama tak update blog. Hihihi. Bukan apa, cuma agak sibuk sedikit.  Apa yang ingin saya katakan di sini, cuaca teramatlah sejuk. Saya sangat merindui cuaca Malaysia. Okay, sebenarnya saya sangat mengantuk, tetapi saya tetap berdegil untuk at least post a new entry. Gedik la Mimi ni. Haha. Seperkara lagi, saya ingin menekankan yang saya sebenarnya sangat bahagia. Hihihi. Okay, bye, nak tidur. Tata :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3643103195508521692?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3643103195508521692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3643103195508521692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3643103195508521692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3643103195508521692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/tiada-motif-yang-kukuh.html' title='Tiada motif yang kukuh'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7304127376940301703</id><published>2010-12-07T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:09:52.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5adRiRXlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cbrI_UwdsY4/s1600/DSC02861.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5adRiRXlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cbrI_UwdsY4/s400/DSC02861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971249936883282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU ELEENA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5aKk7Z2YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/37ZxuJ5rdEA/s1600/24250_381059422075_709472075_3971010_2051536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5aKk7Z2YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/37ZxuJ5rdEA/s400/24250_381059422075_709472075_3971010_2051536_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547970928725055874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU DINI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Z7XZVSCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MzbTtYls35g/s1600/24042010128.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Z7XZVSCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MzbTtYls35g/s400/24042010128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547970667394451490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU MIRA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Zkj3rZLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Wuc-lBJqqDc/s1600/13092010550.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Zkj3rZLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Wuc-lBJqqDc/s400/13092010550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547970275605963954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU LIZA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5YsFTyuQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bFcnsxWaIbw/s1600/30322_385001377075_709472075_4048896_4570400_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5YsFTyuQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bFcnsxWaIbw/s400/30322_385001377075_709472075_4048896_4570400_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969305329711362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU WAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Yi9XWcwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CZJpzEPB0hg/s1600/l_3b8aa5c38baa4d12a2be60d5b2f1ed25.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Yi9XWcwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CZJpzEPB0hg/s400/l_3b8aa5c38baa4d12a2be60d5b2f1ed25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969148578329346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU AMAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5YDnoj6_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jM_UdngRxsk/s1600/DSC02854.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5YDnoj6_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jM_UdngRxsk/s400/DSC02854.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547968610168990706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU PHYNAZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5XZj0HrxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TPrP0lOkJXQ/s1600/21956_253121162075_709472075_3337459_1848357_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5XZj0HrxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TPrP0lOkJXQ/s400/21956_253121162075_709472075_3337459_1848357_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967887589224210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU NADIA, SHAZA &amp;amp; AKMAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5XPOOd0iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_w2F_EWYcU8/s1600/30322_385001422075_709472075_4048902_2552501_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5XPOOd0iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_w2F_EWYcU8/s400/30322_385001422075_709472075_4048902_2552501_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967709995455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RINDU ARIFAH &amp;amp; HANA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Wm_DZJeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cVt5KYnwo7M/s1600/30322_385001327075_709472075_4048891_8215277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5Wm_DZJeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cVt5KYnwo7M/s400/30322_385001327075_709472075_4048891_8215277_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967018727712226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SENANG CAKAP, RINDU KORANG SEMUA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7304127376940301703?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7304127376940301703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7304127376940301703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7304127376940301703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7304127376940301703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-girls.html' title='I miss the girls...'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TP5adRiRXlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cbrI_UwdsY4/s72-c/DSC02861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-1093349013615628772</id><published>2010-12-02T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:46:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.45 in the morning now, and I am still up, though I feel quite sleepy. There's a few things I would like to say. I can't believe that it is already December. Time passes by just like that, like a bullet train passing by in front of you. I still remember clearly how it was like, December last year. I was seventeen, and I had just finished my SPM. I was so shallow back then, thinking that it is the end of everything, not the end, but I felt like I finally was free of being obligated to doing one thing. Fast forward one year, look at where I am now. I am a freaking UNIVERSITY student, and I am doing freaking DENTISTRY! Haha. I still find it hard to sink in to that fact. Sometimes I feel like everything is so surreal, like I'm not even here. I never really pictured myself doing what I'm doing now, and in this very country. I used to think that I would just study locally, doing asasi sains or matriculation, but God had other plans for me. Sometimes I ask myself, whether I am up for this, will I be able to carry on? I can't help but have those questions running in my head. But then, I tell myself that I am able to do this, I can make it. I just have to work for it. I need to work extra hard in order to make it. This is not like high school, where you were spoon-fed by the teachers. No, not at all. You have to give full attention to the lecturers, not play around. If you don't get it, then you're screwed. You'll be left at the back, and everyone is far ahead of you. You don't what that to happen. It sucks. It really does. I find it hard sometimes, and I feel inferior, when I see everyone around me getting it all in just a jiffy, like it is so easy-peasy. They are so bright and clever, they are super great, and me? I feel like a loser most of the time. My level of inferiority is so high. My heart would always go like "damn, these people are so damn intelligent". Sometimes I feel lost, and I don't know what to do. Thinking of them, makes me feel scared. How I wish I'm as good as they are. But then I think to myself, I'm not THAT bad. I mean, I have some good qualities about me, and I know for a fact that I am not stupid. I just need to work harder, and I'm sure everything will be okay. I need to stop thinking about others, and just focus on myself, and how I work. Right? I really hope that God will help me and guide me along the way. I am thankful, for everything. I couldn't ask for more. I have a great and loving family, super great friends, and a very super super special someone, who is very important to me. And I am doing something that I wanted, that is dentistry. It is what I chose, and I couldn't ask for more. Thank You, dear God. I really am grateful, for the life you had given me. Please give me the strength to keep on going. I think I should go to sleep now. I'm planning on waking up early, and give someone a call. I had wronged that someone, and I want to talk to that someone, hear the voice, and apologise. Till then, my heart would remain uneasy. I just need to hear that someone's voice, and make sure he is doing okay. So long dear readers(ceyy bajet macam ramai je readers), I leave you here. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-1093349013615628772?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/1093349013615628772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=1093349013615628772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1093349013615628772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/1093349013615628772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4502528043287739161</id><published>2010-11-26T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:12:58.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am your no.1 fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TO73exc89UI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MKVjogoETuQ/s1600/SAM_0473.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TO73exc89UI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MKVjogoETuQ/s400/SAM_0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543640299382568258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quack quack moo moo 65 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4502528043287739161?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4502528043287739161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4502528043287739161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4502528043287739161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4502528043287739161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-your-no1-fan.html' title='I am your no.1 fan'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TO73exc89UI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MKVjogoETuQ/s72-c/SAM_0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4870189758909674662</id><published>2010-11-17T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T05:09:51.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun part is...</title><content type='html'>Aku nak exam next week! Sangat la fun kan? Haha. Ok sebenarnya tak, tapi kita kena positifkan minda dan sentiasa bersedia menghadapi cabaran!(ayat stock Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah je kan, tapi mesti dia bangga dengan aku sebab aku macam follow pesanan dia). Kan kan? Haha ok Mimi dah mula nak merapu dah. Sebenarnya aku tengah study ni, tapi take five jap la, tulis blog. Rasa macam dah lama bebenor tak mengupdatenya haa. Cuma I've been busy lately, ada je benda. Kalau takde benda pun, aku rasa malas nak online. And aku macam takde benda nak cerita. I mean, I have a lot of things going on with my life right now, but those are very personal personal stuff, and I rather not share it. It belongs to me, and only me, and... So, I don't really have much to tell, plus with the exam coming and all. Therefore, you won't see a lot of post coming up on my blog, because I'm gonna be busy. No time to merapu merapat apa semua dah. Kena serious! (muka bersungguh-sunnguh). Haha. So, wish me luck people. Doakan saya ye rakan-rakan sekalian. Terima kasih :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4870189758909674662?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4870189758909674662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4870189758909674662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4870189758909674662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4870189758909674662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-part-is.html' title='The fun part is...'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-5875418728081667042</id><published>2010-11-12T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:28:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine, Phynaz, wrote this one post that had affected me so deeply. I don't know why, but it did. The way she wrote it is very simple, laid back, but it had a very big impact on me. I was 'wowed' by her post, and I would like to share it with all of you. Phynaz sayang, you're super awesome, you should know that. I love you bini. Hehe. Now, I present to you, the post... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;As much as it kind of sucks sometimes to be the one NOT getting cute text messages from a boyfriend, I sigh with relief that there is no one that I am emotionally attached to or constantly occupying my brain space, making it hard to concentrate. Or that no one's teasing me to a point where I don't quite like causing me to merajuk. No one that I place expectations to adore me, convince me that I am not as ugly as I think or get jealous over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;As much as I love being in love, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not being in love&lt;/strong&gt; is a little liberating&lt;/em&gt;. How do you think I gained all this weight since I broke up? I have less time to worry, more time to chomp and free to stuff my face! (imagine hamster makan kuaci banyak banyak at the same time here. Omey kan kan kan? OKtak)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;That is why, I feel like just saying to all the lucky boys out there who's got themselves a good girl, please be nice to them. Some of them may not be your ultimate dreamgirl, but if she loves you, she's as good as it gets. Because as much as they adore you, their knight in shining armor, it sucks to be so damned in love with you sometimes. They hate that torturous feeling of missing you when you're away. They hate having to control themselves to not call you every single hour or text you all the time so as to not scare you and send you running. And they especially hate the thought that they fear losing you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;This is how it works for us - when we fall in love, we give you&lt;strong&gt; everything&lt;/strong&gt;. No I mean seriously. Some of us may lie and say we give you a part of our hearts, we&lt;em&gt;lied&lt;/em&gt;. A woman's heart is not breakable into bite-sized pieces like our favorite chocolate bars. It's either we give you everything, or nothing :( We are programmed to love you whole, that's why I don't think you hear any of us complaining no religion allows polygamy for women. Well, the major religions that I know of anyways. That is also why we find difficulty understanding polygamy. We just don't function that way. Women are hot wired to love a single undeserving douchebag at a time. Okay sorry I'm kidding. A man I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you think we enjoy obsessing about you? Do you think we like being strung out? Do you think we like waiting for you to call? More often that not, we hate it. And it hurts. As much as I am afraid that I might never find someone I'll fall in love with, I'm even more scared when I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Of course I am not saying all girls are saints. But I'm referring to the girls I spend time with, the normal decent girl with no obvious hidden agenda to be with a boy, other than the fact that we love having you around. Because you can tell stuff about your girlfriends that you don't really like and share secrets. Because to us you make us feel safe. Because you're like our best friend, but we get to make out with you. Haha okay maybe not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;To the single guys, be smart and hold out for your girl. Don't say you're in love with someone different every 4 months. Because when you find the one, don't be mad that she won't believe you. Your girl is out there, she just might not be who you expected. But trust me, she's worth the wait. She might make you angry sometimes, but for all I know, nothing makes her happier than knowing she makes you happy. I know, because I've been through it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;And please, to all the attached good men I know is out there, be a gentleman and treat your women right. These days women can learn to be pilots, doctors, engineers, bad-ass chefs (ahem) and raise kids at the same time, achieve all worldly success but we never learn how to only partially love a man. And so as much as your little lazy-for-romance cute tush don't deserve it, they will always think the world of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything. &lt;/em&gt;"- &lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ladies, am I right or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Written by Safinaz Yazed, 4.08PM, November 6th 2010.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 24px; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I like about this is because it is so damn true. She is telling from her perspective, and our perspectives, as females. I don't know why, but I just think that everyone should read this, because it might just touches you in a way or two. I thank you Phynaz, for writing this. You're the bomb diggity! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7358480991716721048-5875418728081667042?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/5875418728081667042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=5875418728081667042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5875418728081667042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/5875418728081667042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/11/friend-of-mine-phynaz-wrote-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-546163689726404017</id><published>2010-11-05T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:48:39.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaya hidup sihat! Yeah right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello dear readers. How have you all been? Fine, I hope. Well, a very close friend of mine, Miss Nadia Shazwani binti Hassan, asked me to blog frequently because she's keeping tabs on me, saying that she would read my blog every day. Well, if you're reading this Nadia, aku rindu kau sangat sangat tau! Rasa macam nak peluk-peluk kau je sekarang ni! Muahaha! (kau faham maksud aku kan Nadia :P). Hehehe. Well, this is for you Nadia sayang. Aku nak cerita pasal kehidupan seharian aku kat sini la lebih kurang ok. Aku harap kau berpuas hati la ok ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQi56u56kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K1N-HVYCb-A/s1600/SAM_0311.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQi56u56kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K1N-HVYCb-A/s400/SAM_0311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536088220359060034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, nak bagitau yang kat sini, tak senang la kalau nak lintas jalan. Memang life gambling habis la. Pak-pak arab ni tak reti nak slow down. Lagi kita nak lintas, lagi laa dia laju. Dah la asyik tekan hon je -.-'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQi5vICgnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/XpbfStuGYuQ/s1600/SAM_0315.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQi5vICgnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/XpbfStuGYuQ/s400/SAM_0315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536088217243255410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni dekat ngan area faculty dentist laa. Dekat sini ada hsbc, so kalau nak amek duit, inilah destinasi yang dituju. Muahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfGNyGPRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jJfPSFche0A/s1600/SAM_0331.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfGNyGPRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jJfPSFche0A/s400/SAM_0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536084033584643346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni memang sumpa terbaik! Sedap gila meat shawerma kat sini. Kadang-kadang rasa terharu bila dapat makan sebab nice sangat. Hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfF1sLu9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/a0fJDZDVmx8/s1600/SAM_0340.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfF1sLu9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/a0fJDZDVmx8/s400/SAM_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536084027117386706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice cream machine ni macam comel gak laa, and the taste pun ok la, quite nice. Harga pun ok. Sedap la rasa dia. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfFuIbthI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ydFe0T4r9yw/s1600/SAM_0348.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQfFuIbthI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ydFe0T4r9yw/s400/SAM_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536084025088390674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, itu diaaa, meat shawerma terbaik! Muahaha (Adik-adik, jangan contohi kakak ni tau. Tak elok makan berdiri. Maafkanlah dia sebab dia ni pelahap and sebab dia memang dah kebulur sangat tu) &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQWn6tIEFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zaXeeNl_198/s1600/SAM_0366.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQWn6tIEFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zaXeeNl_198/s400/SAM_0366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536074716974420050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the tram, lepas dah habis jalan-jalan. Tujuan asal ktorg is to go to the pet shop and usha-usha pets la, tapi hampeh, sebab tak banyak pun pets kat situ -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQWney7_pI/AAAAAAAAAXU/N4ONQYf4TV8/s1600/SAM_0357.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQWney7_pI/AAAAAAAAAXU/N4ONQYf4TV8/s400/SAM_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536074709482602130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hi, saya selekeh, terima kasih :)&lt;/u&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQWney7_pI/AAAAAAAAAXU/N4ONQYf4TV8/s1600/SAM_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQaEMTG1-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/t9ToU2J_Mek/s400/SAM_0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tiba-tiba masa tengah naik tram, dia stop. Rupa-rupanya, tram depan tu rosak. So stranded la buat beberapa ketika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQaCyT8mtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EW6ZSsi6oP0/s400/SAM_0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni time tengah stranded. Penat kot tunggu. By the way, this is Wan Ellysa. Nama glamour Ica. Haha. Dia ni baik la ngan aku. We tight y'all! Hahaha. We share a lot of things in common but we also have our distinct differences. We both love the same kind of music, and we are into lomography. Kira macam kembar gak, tapi tak pun. Haha. Dia seorang yang nice to have a conversation with la, sebab dia seorang yang fun and have an interesting view of life. Memang dengan dia selalu gelak je la sebab I would always say stupid stuffs and nanti dia akan cakap 'sampah la kau ni Mi!' tapi sebenarnya dia suka je. Muahaha. Sayang kau Caa! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQaDS0SiQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/S1Bd-BhUEXY/s400/SAM_0384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Memandangkan dah tak larat nak tunggu, we decided to just walk back home. Tapi lepas tu tahan taxi gak. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQTycjeUuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sw4FE-dOjs0/s1600/SAM_0386.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQTycjeUuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sw4FE-dOjs0/s400/SAM_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536071599324549858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tu la tram yang rosak tu. Ada orang naik atas nak repair. Lama bebenor menunggunya haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQNtbu2X4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ckm-JsEwwYk/s1600/SAM_0389.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQNtbu2X4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ckm-JsEwwYk/s400/SAM_0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536064916134715266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni dekat dah ngan laut. Macam ni la Alexandria, lebih kurang. Nice la, sebab dapat tengok laut as we walk, rasa angin dia. Calming la. Hehe. So, ni kira secebis kisah dari hidup aku la sekarang. Cewahhh ayat. Haha. So aku harap kau suka la dengan post aku kali ni Nadia. Aku buat special untuk kau ok! Sambil aku type sambil aku terbayang kau dalam kepala otak aku. Terharu tak terharu tak? Hehe. Well, that is all for now. I need to go. I will be updating tau Nadia, insyaAllah. Thanks sebab amek tau pasal aku. Ni nak sebak ni. Hehe. And to the rest of you, thanks very much and take care. God bless y'all :)&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/7358480991716721048-546163689726404017?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/546163689726404017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=546163689726404017' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/546163689726404017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/546163689726404017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/11/gaya-hidup-sihat-yeah-right.html' title='Gaya hidup sihat! Yeah right'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TNQi56u56kI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K1N-HVYCb-A/s72-c/SAM_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4569958307631860313</id><published>2010-10-31T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:51:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pada suatu malam yang dingin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxm6howIvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bo54KKUDoFk/s1600/IMG_4496.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxm6howIvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bo54KKUDoFk/s400/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533911197779239666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teman serumah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxitCBjziI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sj2zvYOKeWg/s1600/IMG_4498.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxitCBjziI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sj2zvYOKeWg/s400/IMG_4498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533906567908544034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxhDjGP2_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_K4xbJYk7uY/s1600/IMG_4502.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxhDjGP2_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_K4xbJYk7uY/s400/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533904755720444914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macam style. Haha&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxYKfOv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-fN7SJPc9To/s1600/IMG_4513.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxYKfOv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-fN7SJPc9To/s400/IMG_4513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533894979336790418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fara :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxW7EgDbZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2ALwnjr4HNU/s1600/IMG_4516.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxW7EgDbZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2ALwnjr4HNU/s400/IMG_4516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533893614951951762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mula-mula tengah posing for the camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxVo1WEH5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qdGAyRn9uaw/s1600/IMG_4517.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxVo1WEH5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qdGAyRn9uaw/s400/IMG_4517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533892202134249362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...rupanya pak arab tu teringin nak join. Errr? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxUoPdiJAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SsnUYAjmLZU/s1600/IMG_4520.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxUoPdiJAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SsnUYAjmLZU/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533891092453401602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attempt untuk tawar-menawar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxTuaG81aI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_T5swnp67fE/s1600/IMG_4522.JPG"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxTuaG81aI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_T5swnp67fE/s400/IMG_4522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533890098879059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last-last, dapat diskaun sikit je. Tapi slipper tu comel :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4569958307631860313?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4569958307631860313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4569958307631860313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4569958307631860313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4569958307631860313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/pada-suatu-malam-yang-dingin.html' title='Pada suatu malam yang dingin...'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMxm6howIvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Bo54KKUDoFk/s72-c/IMG_4496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-3321971608009335190</id><published>2010-10-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:53:02.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I always tend to make or do or say stupid things.  I seem to be good at making people disliking me. Man, what is wrong with me? I mean, I am trying really really hard to be cool and calm and positive all the time, but last night, I was stupid. I guess I was just not me and my emotions were taking over me. I hate it when that happens. I disliked the emotional, vulnerable me, because I would always screw up. I always did. I would allow myself to be taken over by my feelings, and I would blow. I would do or say irrational things, and ending up making others feel bad. That's not good. Then, I would say stuff that I should just be keeping to myself, but my vulnerability leads me to do so. And I would regret it later. But I wasn't being emo-ey all night long. Yes, the moment I saw it, I was hyperventilating, and my eyes were watery. It lasted for a while, but then I told myself to get back up and just ignore it. I mean, who am I really, to be feeling what I felt? I felt so stupid and foolish, but what to do. You can't take back what you texted to someone. How I wish I could just turn back time and not do what I did. If life had an undo button, everything will be much much more easier. I still feel uneasy, because I just have the feeling that the other person is still feeling something, something like not being comfortable, I don't know, but I just have the gut feeling that he-who-should-not-be named don't feel like talking to me now. I feel so bad for what I said. I mean, come on, give him a break. Who are you to give him such a hard time? Get real, Mimi. Learn to accept the fact the he is just a friend, best friend, as what he said, and you do not have the right to be telling him that he should not go out with whoever he likes. Though you dislike it, you DO NOT have the authority to ban him from doing whatever he wants. Step into the real world, Mimi. You're just an ordinary girl, with lots of flaws, and you are not perfect at all. You make mistakes every single day of your life, and you should learn from it, and you try not to repeat it. You strive to be a better person, though it's not easy. You're weak inside, but you're trying to portray a stronger you, so that people will think that you're strong and problem-free. When you're actually feeling sad, you try to tell yourself to get over it quickly, because you don't want to do stupid things and end up making the person you care for most feels uneasy. You try to tell yourself that everything is okay, even when you don't feel so. But despite all those things, you managed to feel better in the end. You try to comfort yourself, and you succeed, though not thoroughly. But you'll turn out okay, and you feel proud of yourself, for not being effing miserable. You were still able to study, and not let your feelings take control of you. You've matured a little, I think. I've known you for a lifetime, Mimi. And I know that you've turned into a big girl, who knows, okay not the right word exactly, but had managed to feel okay about stuff that would usually make you go all miserable and stuff. You hate that girl, you said so, when you looked at his wall, but then you try to sooth your heart by telling yourself it's not good to hate people, even though your heart wanted to hate her so badly. You despised her, for being so giddy with him, but you were talking to yourself, you were comforting yourself, as what they would say, &lt;i&gt;nak sedapkan hati sendiri.&lt;/i&gt; You still have a long way to go, Mimi. You are only eighteen. You learn to fall down, and then get back up. That is life, like it or not. Even at times when you feel like breaking down, just tell yourself that everything is okay, and you'll be better Mimi. You have to be okay all the time, because no one likes a miserable person. So, don't be one. And I know you're not. You're strong, free-spirited, and you enjoy life. You're a happy person, so stay that way. Do not change. Keep on smiling, and you'll be fine. I wish you the best, Nur Syamimi 'Izzati, and good luck in living your life. You'll make it, insyaAllah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-3321971608009335190?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/3321971608009335190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=3321971608009335190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3321971608009335190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/3321971608009335190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-why-but-i-always-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-6807043217656933244</id><published>2010-10-28T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T04:24:15.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman muda mudi dahulu kala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tengok album baru Dini, dia upload gambar dulu-dulu. Rindu sangat! And then ada from Wan punya album gak. I miss my girlfriends, I really do. They really played an important role in my life, and I wish them well. Aku sayang korang! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHd9c3YVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L_DWuN6Zur4/s1600/72545_441481403403_738088403_5326230_3921899_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHd9c3YVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L_DWuN6Zur4/s400/72545_441481403403_738088403_5326230_3921899_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532821091006243154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kantin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHOAKzZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EDvQHooThyU/s1600/74615_441481073403_738088403_5326218_4851784_n.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHOAKzZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EDvQHooThyU/s400/74615_441481073403_738088403_5326218_4851784_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532820816857884514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Khusyuk tengok Seventeen. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHEQL618I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oETiIJswNYY/s1600/74297_441481138403_738088403_5326221_3846156_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHEQL618I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oETiIJswNYY/s400/74297_441481138403_738088403_5326221_3846156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532820649358841794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka memang mintak penyepak. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiGqfmLfmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NgEXHJciQv0/s1600/74240_441481453403_738088403_5326232_3856509_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiGqfmLfmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NgEXHJciQv0/s400/74240_441481453403_738088403_5326232_3856509_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532820206818917986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dini lukis ni atas kertas latihan add maths as an inspiration utk kuruskan badan. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiGX3ua3vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/67whrUIL4ow/s1600/30322_385009212075_709472075_4049162_2939271_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiGX3ua3vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/67whrUIL4ow/s400/30322_385009212075_709472075_4049162_2939271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532819886878416626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rinduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiEBF2ZCFI/AAAAAAAAATs/YX6j6_XQYf0/s1600/33613_441481668403_738088403_5326239_8165597_n.jpg"&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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiEBF2ZCFI/AAAAAAAAATs/YX6j6_XQYf0/s400/33613_441481668403_738088403_5326239_8165597_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532817296509700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello kakak-kakak, saya rindu kalian laa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiDoEj3x8I/AAAAAAAAATk/IM9KvNoyD-U/s1600/66679_441481558403_738088403_5326236_996255_n.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/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiDoEj3x8I/AAAAAAAAATk/IM9KvNoyD-U/s400/66679_441481558403_738088403_5326236_996255_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532816866666858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snap gambar cepat-cepat sebab takut kena marah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-6807043217656933244?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/6807043217656933244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=6807043217656933244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6807043217656933244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/6807043217656933244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/zaman-muda-mudi-dahulu-kala.html' title='Zaman muda mudi dahulu kala'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-oMZ8atcmso/TMiHd9c3YVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L_DWuN6Zur4/s72-c/72545_441481403403_738088403_5326230_3921899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-4469135763110658062</id><published>2010-10-25T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:06:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia cakap dia tak layan, tapi nampak macam layan je. Tapi bila aku fikir-fikir balik, dia memang macam tu. So kita tolak la perasaan tidak enak tu jauh-jauh. Jangan prasangka sangat. Memang la hati ni rasa macam dicucuk-cucuk onak duri sedikit, tapi buat bodo sudah. Kalau terlampau kisah sangat nanti hati sendiri yang sakit. We don't want that, do we, Mimi? Over time, aku dah belajar untuk terima semua benda seadanya. Itu cara dia, dia memang friendly and mesra dengan semua orang, tak macam aku. Aku friendly, tapi dengan orang-orang tertentu sahaja. Mostly of the same gender, not the opposite. But I don't really mind, because I know, it's his way, and I learn to accept him just the way he is. Why be jealous when I don't know the real story behind it? Macam bodo kan? Haha. So, don't be. And I'm not. I was for a while, but it just went away. Gila bangga! Hahaha. Saya rasa macam dah matang sikit la. Muahaha. Bajet je. But I'm telling you the truth, aku macam tak kisah sangat, sebab I trust him. Not to say that we are an item, and memang la aku bukan bunga dia, but I just have trust and faith in him. I choose to believe what he said rather than what other people said.That's how high my level of trustiness towards him. Hmmph, it's so cold here in Alex. Rasa macam cucuk-cucuk tulang ni. Masa dalam lecture hall, it was so cold that I was hurt, like in real pain. I felt like crying because I couldn't stand it. I did all I can to withstand it. Ha ni la, dah duduk negara orang. Terima je la. Aigoo aigoo aigoo. I miss my giraffe, so to say. I miss hugging something while sleeping. Sekarang takde benda nak hug pun. Sedih. Dulu ingat nak bawak, tapi ada orang cakap nanti pelik kalau aku bawak. Sekarang, aku kesedihan sebab rindu nak peluk baby giraffe I. Ni semua salah dia! Muahaha, no lah. Memang pelik pun kalau bawak. Tapi jeles tengok Foa asyik peluk Popo dia. Takpe, nanti aku loaded aku cari pengganti baby giraffe. Tapi baby giraffe jangan rasa diketepikan ok, sebab you will always be remembered and loved. I just need a replacement. Nanti balik Malaysia, kita jumpa ok ok ok? Rindu! Ok lah, I have to go. Dah gelap kat sini. So long people. Take care, be happy. Life is too short to be depressed, said arwah Azri Hazim, a friend of my brother's, a few days before he passed away. What he said is true. Enjoy life, because you'll never know if you might wake up the next morning or not. Ok, tata :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-4469135763110658062?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/4469135763110658062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=4469135763110658062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4469135763110658062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/4469135763110658062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-cakap-dia-tak-layan-tapi-nampak.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7096847543916918681</id><published>2010-10-18T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:41:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perut oh perut</title><content type='html'>Kenapa aku asyik lapar je sekarang? Tengah tengah malam buta pun aku lapar. Aku boleh je nak makan nasi ni haa. Pastu aku asyik teringin nak makan daging je, like real meat. Aku macam seekor beruang yang kelaparan yang mencari mangsa untuk dilahap. Muahaha. Aigoo aigoo aigoo(pengaruh sebab tengok cerita korea, semua salah Yana hahaha). Tadi dah sumbat meat shawerma satu, tapi memang tak sedap pun. Masin kot. Daging pun halus sangat, kecik cenonet je. Tapi fries dia layan ah. Haish, terbayang masakan melayu yang enak enak sekali. Ah! Tak boleh jadi ni. Kena lupakan bayangan bayangan makanan di kepala. Lupakan! Hahaha. Tak betul dah aku ni. Ok la, mengundur diri dahulu. Esok nak bereksperementasi dengan bahan-bahan hazardous. Muahaha. Nak kena persiapkan diri secara fizikal dan mental. Cewah, bajet je lebih. Haha. Ok, tata :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7096847543916918681?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7096847543916918681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7096847543916918681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7096847543916918681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7096847543916918681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/perut-oh-perut.html' title='Perut oh perut'/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8962614922873709207</id><published>2010-10-17T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T04:19:22.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Tanta the other day, and I had the oppurtinity to meet my old friends. How I missed them, especially Tiqah and Tikah. Hehe. I really do. I shouted when I met Tiqah, my former house mate. I was over the moon. But when I met her, she asked me, "Mimi, kenapa kurus sgt? Makan hati ke?". I don't have to tell her, and she already knew. Everyone thought that I was on a diet, but actually I was not. Hehe. But she knew me too well. And then I had the chance to talk to her, and I told her stuff that I had kept alone to myself, and when I was telling her, my eyes were filled with tears, because it felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulder. She had been the person who would listen to my stories when I was in upm, and when I got to talk to her that night, it felt great. She was my ear, and I finally got my ear back, even though it was just for a moment. But I told her that I am a-okay now, and she gave me some inspiring words, and I thank her for that. She told me that she didn't like me now, because I'm skinnier. She missed 'Mimi yang berisi', as what she would say. She said that I'm not pretty now. She dislike the skinnier version of Mimi. She told my house mate to make sure that I eat a lot. It was kind of stressing, when people came up to you and told you that you're skinny. Many of my friends I met in Tanta would say 'Eh, Mimi kurusnya sekarang. Mimi buat apa? Bagitau la'. And I would just tell them that I cut out my food portion, what the heck. Hahaha. It was stressing because some of them would say it in a positive way, but some in a negative way. Some say that I look pretty, but most of them don't, I think. It's not like I want to be this way, but God made me this way. So like it or not, I just have to take it as it is. I eat like a normal person would, but if I am not able to gain back the weight that I lost, then what am I to do? It's God's will, so accept it with an open heart. Just pray for me people, and stop stressing me. Okay? Haha. Its not like I'm mad or anything, its just that people made me feel conscious about myself, and I don't like it. So, just wish me the very best okay people? Thank you very much. Okay, I have to go. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-8962614922873709207?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/8962614922873709207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=8962614922873709207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8962614922873709207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/8962614922873709207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-went-to-tanta-other-day-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-7437191589394382483</id><published>2010-10-11T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:48:18.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell am I doing right now? I'm sitting, with the laptop on my lap, with gazillion of things in mind, but I just couldn't turn it into words. I feel like writing a lot, a lot, but I'm just not sure how to do so. I am in my room, and I feel blank, and its cold in here, and my stomach is grumbling. But I just need to be writing. About what, I'm not sure, but I just have to write. I'm mixed with emotions, and I feel myself becoming stronger. I'm not like freaking miserable as how I used to be, now that my life is much more meaningful as I get to learn something, and my brain is stimulated. Going and coming back from class, got sardined in the tram, that had become part of my daily routine. I'm not saying that its super wonderful here, but I'm surviving. The place is nice and all, but I do miss home, and my mom especially, and the rest of my family. I miss Malaysian food. I'm craving for tom yam. Perhaps I should be making one once we start with the cooking in the house. I miss mamak, and I don't kid you. I miss having teh o ais and maggi goreng, oh and nasi lemak. How I missed that. I miss sambal belacan too. Everything, I miss everything. But I'm holding up quite well, and classes were okay. I hope I'll do well. While I was at home yesterday evening, I went looking through my documents, and I read some old things in there, and I was laughing and smiling, because some of the contents were funny, and cute too. There were so many things that had been said in there, and I began to rethink. It was true. What my friend said was true. I changed, after something had been uttered to me. I began to see myself becoming more emotional, and sensitive, always gloomy and problematic. I am NOT like that. I know myself well. I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person, seeing things from the brighter side, and always am light-headed. And that was the person my friend knew, I think. But I changed, and I guess that is why things are how they are now. I began to think deeply, after I read all those things, and I see myself being not the usual me, and I hate it. But now, today, I begin to see myself as the Mimi I used to know. I may have attitude problems now and then, but I'm me, again. And I decided that I should just act careless about some stuff. Like just now, when I saw something that would usually make me go a bit emo-ish, I was just like okay whatever it's your life. I felt something, but I was able to just get it over with, and I have to say, I am quite proud of myself. I usually am not able to be doing so, but I did. I feel myself becoming stronger, and being more careless. I don't want to care much, because if you care too much, you'll end up hurt. I don't want to change, I don't want to be a stranger to myself. I want to be myself, and not change. I have to say that I am okay, more stable. I am able to crack jokes, and do stuff that would make my friends laugh. That is what I usually do, and I'm doing it now. My house mates, they knew how weird my brain works, and I enjoy making them laugh, because it makes me happy too. Ica told me this evening when I was at her house, that I am like smurf, because I'm hyperactive. Though they are blue, she compared me to a freaking smurf. Weird, but I love Ica. I am happy, so to say. I'm happy that I am able to be living with these awesome house mates of mine, happy to be having friends that rock my socks, and grateful to be having what I consider my best friend(that is what I regard him for but I'm not sure if he does but it doesn't really matter) to still spend some time to entertain me here, with me and my obnoxious and pointless talking(because I talk crap most of the time and I don't even know what am I talking when I'm talking). I see myself being not so functional when I talk to him because I would be babbling stuff and I don't know but I think he might see me as being weird. But what the heck. At least I'm me again. And I'm happy to regain my old spirits, and my old-self. I love the fact that I am me, and not someone else. Some people might not like me for being me, but I just don't give a damn. It's your problem, not mine. As for studies, it might not be so easy, but hey, I'm up for it. Come on, let make take care of you. Muahaha. I'm optimistic about life, because I believe that whenever it rains, the Sun would be shining again after that. So to those of you who find it hard to face your life, just go on and live your life freely. Don't hold back. God is with you, and He knows what is best. So whenever you hit rock bottom, climb back up, and he will lead you to something good. All you have to do is believe. Your faith has gotta be greater than your fear, as what Julian said. Never stop believing, and praying. Live your life with a smile, and love yourself. No matter what, just smile, and you'll feel better. I do. That's all for now. I have to go. I need to do something more important. Physics is not my best friend, and I want to 'mesra-mesra' with him(see how I refer to it as 'him', to make it more interesting) tonight. Haha. May Allah bless all of you.Take care, all of you. Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358480991716721048-7437191589394382483?l=migorengbasah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/feeds/7437191589394382483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7358480991716721048&amp;postID=7437191589394382483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7437191589394382483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7358480991716721048/posts/default/7437191589394382483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migorengbasah.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-hell-am-i-doing-right-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Syamimi Rafee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908552739552918597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssWPRBHdAw/TwjH9VsZIcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/ppK9aW1wU1E/s220/IMG00728-20120103-2125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358480991716721048.post-8206064712430327352</id><published>2010-10-10T04:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T04:31:48.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-read</title><content type='html'>"I'm not good at doing 2 things at the same time". 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