<?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-2338487305229891060</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:24:55.033-08:00</updated><category term='xperience'/><category term='mood'/><category term='kecewa'/><category term='isu fiksyen'/><category term='Family'/><category term='dia'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='pijak'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='POKAI'/><category term='aku'/><category term='penang.'/><category term='Syfrd'/><category term='kosong'/><category term='overnite'/><category term='isu sendiri'/><category term='isu'/><category term='wanita days'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='stay away'/><category term='emo'/><category term='marah'/><category term='sakit'/><category term='isu masa depan'/><category term='genting'/><category term='v-day'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='isu cinta'/><category term='isu bersama'/><category term='isu sinis'/><category term='outing'/><category term='careless. help-me-guys'/><category term='hukaguy'/><category term='sedih'/><title type='text'>ZURALIMUSA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>748</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8785954758571301514</id><published>2012-02-10T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T03:56:59.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day- Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hari ke-sembilan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi, lepak library buat 'reserach' yang lebih kepada sembang pagi hari bersama-sama kawan yang lain. banyak isu yang diutarakan, antaranya bagaimana menggunakan twitter oleh puan elina. Dan saya terhibur, bak kata baileys, laugh in the early morning is good for your health gagaga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we already have appointment with abe syazwan dekat dungeon atau nama kams-nya (*kampung) Bilik Fail, kami pun berarak lah ke dungeon dengan penuh harapan dapat memahami sepenuhnya kes gaming yang tengah dalam proceeding. Well ingat lagi tak kami diberi assignment oleh Tan Sri over the weekend, so jyeah no fun for me. Tapi AIPPPP ahad ai ada date jadi so long goodbye lah gaming laws. See you on sunday night sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 2.30pm, we were ordered by the most friendly magistrate to attend a court trial at MG3 before the most-errrr magistrate. So we go-- and surprisingly the cross examination conducted was not bad at all. Tapi that is because the defence has not been called yet. Still at early stage. And luckily we just broadened our networking by adding more&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;card in our wallet. Sir Rakhbir Singh, you'r in my list for my master selection next next year so jyeah thanks for your chambering's invitation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to greet our assistant registrar in session court. Since she just came back from labuan, so we haven't had the chance to properly introduce ourselves for mere courtesy. Turned out, she was very friendly despite of the garang-makan-orang-face. And just a heads up, before you made up your mind to study law in overseas, be sure that when you come back, you have enough knowledge of law to sit for CLP. It was so tough that no one can hardly pass the bar exam. Luckily i'm studying here. Ada hikmah juga kan, alhamdulillah. Kalau tidak, saya tia tahu oo boleh lepas ka tidak itu CLP. Our puan pun still trying, padahal suda tiga kali ambil. Best of luck puan, never stop trying and believing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we ended the day by lazing around. Its rainy day bha. Hancur kasut. Dan, i'm so damn tired today that i don't even larat to get mad at anyone regardless of anything. I just miss you, pidaus. Call me when you'r free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sini tak payah cerita bha kan how i spent my 3 hours break. Oh tadi our senior registrar bagitahu yang our most beloved koordinator called him to check on us, name by name. So yeah be scared now, and never late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8785954758571301514?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8785954758571301514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8785954758571301514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8785954758571301514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-nine.html' title='Attachment Day- Nine'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8491083663410752181</id><published>2012-02-09T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:16:11.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day- Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hari ke-lapan,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka cross examination itu bunyinya sangat gah tapi prosesnya ya ampun bosannya sampai keluar darah dari mata aku. Punya paksa nak dengar sampai darah keluar. Aku dengar setengah jam sahaja, lepastu aku &lt;i&gt;bow&lt;/i&gt; aku keluar, sapkok depan court. Seteresss. OK.TIPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi court hearing kat court of appeal, macam biasa, Tan Sri tercinta lagi. DPP semua harap bersabar. Aku mula faham kenapa mereka unprepared. bukan senang kerja DPP. Seorang DPP handle berpuluh kes, defence counsel cuma satu jadi memang fokus satu. Bila bagi short notice, semua mesti lah panic tak sempat baca full case upside down inside out. Datang court unprepared, balik muka murung sebab kena tahik banyak dengan tan sri. Harap bertenang semua, senyummm, tak perlu risau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul. Kalau kau mahu apply ilmu mooting kau, present depan tan sri, kau balik menangis tak datang lagi. TEST LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang pula, masuk chamber untuk dengar court for children, rupanya salah info. Sesi itu pagi tadi, bukan petang. Tapi highlight waktu petang is dapat berkenalan dengan one of the most prominent criminal lawyer in sabah, P.J. Perira. Expert in air kencing. Aku ingat aku mahu chambering dengan dia. Dah dapat bussiness card. Jadi tinggal calling-calling saja nanti. YELLOWW CHULIBRA HERE.. *terus letak fon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi paling penting ya tuan-tuan, kamu pernah kena bagi assignment untuk buat research on gaming laws oleh chief judge? ADAAA? tak ada kan. Tapi aku ada. Jangan jelly sebab tak lama lagi kami pula kena&lt;i&gt; "you idiot itm students, what did you learn in your university. Don't appear before me without your brain. Ahh, you bunch of jockers."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YA BEGITULAH APA YANG BAKAL KAMI HADAPI SAMA ADA ESOK ATAU SENIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap bersabar hati walaupun takut, harap bertenang badan walaupun penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay itu sahaja sebab tak perlu lah aku cerita pasal aku escape dari aktiviti keagamaan kan di sini. buat malu aku saja. Bersebab, okay jangan buat muka aku tahu excuses is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai esok kalian :) &lt;br /&gt; Moga hari kamu baik-baik sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau, cuba spend time text dengan aku please lah.&amp;nbsp; Geget geget cuping telinga mu kang. HUWARGH dah episod akhir tadi. nasib dapat tengok -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8491083663410752181?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8491083663410752181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8491083663410752181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8491083663410752181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-eight.html' title='Attachment Day- Eight'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8783560116005115509</id><published>2012-02-08T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:21:15.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day- Six and Seven</title><content type='html'>Maaf, aku lambat sikit update pasal kemarin dan hari ini. Ingat ya, kemarin itu semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke-enam,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mula bekerja di ofis session court since setiap seminggu kami bertukar haluan untuk mempelajari seluruh sistem court yang ada di sabah ini. Session tidak banyak kes sangat macam magistrate court. Really, kalau mahu belajar banyak, go belajar dekat magistrate court. I learnt alot there even i'm there for only 1 week. After report duty and all the chitchat, of course court hearing before Tan Sri Richard Malanjum is a must to go kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, that fella betul-betul 'something'. he wouldn't be up there without that "something". He is so nice to the poor and weak, and really considerate but at the same time so very the garang to all of the law practitioners in sabah and sarawak. And, don't talk crap infront of him, sebab definitely akan kena IDIOT right infront of your face. AKU KENA SEBIJIK BHA. I talk nonsense without reading, and there he is, "don't make yourself look like an idiot infront of me" DUHH satu tahik dekat muka. Nasib baik aku tahu apa itu Article 5 of the Federal Constitution HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, his credibility is undoubted. Baru sekarang aku tahu kenapa prof shad puji dia ke langit. He's damn good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chitchatting&amp;nbsp;in his chamber is one of the most&amp;nbsp;unforgettable&amp;nbsp;moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke- tujuh,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenguk-jenguk lokap for reman again, where today kebanyakkan mangsa adalah wanita. Baileys sampai excited mahu pegi tengok. Gatai betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for court hearing in session court. Statutory rape under s375(g) of PC + s376. But sadly the mother withdraw the case after penat-penat siasat. ayoyoyo itu dpp bengang jugak lah. Sabar saja lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course pegi tengok court hearing before Tan Sri lagi. Ini hari memang ramai DPP kena maki. "You don't appear before me if you don't read your cases ahh" "You bunch of jokers" "I'll make sure you'll never get promoted" "this fella ah so idiot" all of these is expected if you appear before him. Kasi tahan hati sajalah. He's your lord maaa -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, chitchatting with the most friendly magistrate in the town. She's from malaya of course, willingly nak jadi magistrate dekat Sabah so tabik springgg. I got alot of tips from her kalau mahu join service, and alot of life motivation too. And you know how i love motivation kan. And she invited us for canning session next week, so jyeah im excited campur dilemma. This is real man. Orang kena rotan infront of you, kulit bontot tercabut. You dare, care to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA, i misplaced my file which includes my buku log, my buku motivasi from zharif, my kertas penilaian, my notebook, and my bookmark from sabwina. IM SO SADDDDDDD. Hopefully aku tertinggal dekat ofis coz if not, im going to cryyy so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8783560116005115509?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8783560116005115509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-six-and-seven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8783560116005115509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8783560116005115509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-six-and-seven.html' title='Attachment Day- Six and Seven'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5277567188712607759</id><published>2012-02-08T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:53:28.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of aging and beauty</title><content type='html'>Umur aku baru nak masuk 22 pada oktober, 2 ini. Tapi risau aku akan penuaan melampau-lampau. Macam umat terlampau yang dibenci. Aku risau akan proses tersebut sebab perasaan aku membuak-buak terhadap banyak perkara, yang memudahkan proses penuaan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku senyum, aku lihat wrinkles bawah mata, aku risau. Aku mula tanya kawan berbangsa cina aku, produk apa yang mereka ambil untuk tampak muda berseri. Mereka cadangkan aku collagen. Aku pun nampak hasilnya melalui mereka. Tegang, gebu, dan muda sahaja muka mereka. Atau mereka memang begitu sejak azalinya. Dan sekarang, aku mula berangan-angan untuk memakai collagen seawal umur 21 tahun setengah aku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku rasa aku tak mampu nak maintain collagen yang terlampau mahal, aku mula google tenet untuk cari alternatif lain. Gara-gara aku takut. Proses penuaan. Scary gila. Aku terjumpa jamu mak dara. Aku mula lah baca akan segala kebaikkannya terhadap aku sebagai wanita ehem. Dan, aku mula percaya juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalah yang aku hadapi sekarang ialah dua, i) Percaya, dan ii) Dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini paling susah aku mahu tempuh dalam semua benda. Yang lain, aku langgar saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa ada kalian disini yang tidak takut proses penuaan? Ada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5277567188712607759?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5277567188712607759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-aging-and-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5277567188712607759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5277567188712607759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-aging-and-beauty.html' title='Of aging and beauty'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-634989434265309469</id><published>2012-02-06T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:16:59.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Berselirat bersama Zombijaya</title><content type='html'>Menyesal aku tak beli buku "zombijaya" masa frinjan ke-? haritu. Kalau beli, boleh minta autograf abang botak bersama pesanan "i heart you chu". Sambil baca, hati berbunga konon-konon abang botak tulis special buku itu untuk aku. WOAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa aku tak baca buku fiksyen, sebab mengarut. Tapi bila aku 'cuba' untuk baca, aku rasa seronok. Thrill. Dan bila aku bayangkan setiap butir kata yang ditulis, aku jadi seronok. Aku bayangkan "Aliff memakai kemeja putih dan ber-tie biru". Aku bayangkan lelaki pertengahan umur memakai kemeja halus putih dan bertie navy blue. Navy blue, kesukaan aku. Jadi, ikut suka aku mahu bayangkan biru yang bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sampai part yang aku marah, ialah bila konteks terlalu complicated, dan berselirat, aku jadi susah mahu bayangkan. Aku marah lah. Aku berhenti. Aku tandakan dengan sepit rambut aku bab itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku naik bosan lagi, aku kembali ke atas katil. Aku buka semula bab yang aku tandakan dengan sepit rambut tadi. Aku baca lagi ayat yang aku tidak dapat bayangkan tadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan begitulah, sampai aku tertidur kembali.&lt;br /&gt;Begini behave-nya aku. Mana mahu cari, yang begini-- lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-634989434265309469?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/634989434265309469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/berselirat-bersama-zombijaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/634989434265309469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/634989434265309469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/berselirat-bersama-zombijaya.html' title='Berselirat bersama Zombijaya'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6077071581789942855</id><published>2012-02-06T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:00:44.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Apa-apa lah</title><content type='html'>Sampai satu masa, semua benda aku jadi &lt;i&gt;"whatever"&lt;/i&gt; saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6077071581789942855?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6077071581789942855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/apa-apa-lah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6077071581789942855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6077071581789942855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/apa-apa-lah.html' title='Apa-apa lah'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2582474165098618259</id><published>2012-02-05T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:35:51.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>On a day like this--</title><content type='html'>On a day like this, i don't wanna get out of bed until lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;On a day like this, i just wish to lie down and talk until i fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Not productive as hell-- but to read and relaxing is what i need on a day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish to lie down in bed, and talk. On a day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to myself-- on a day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menses o menses, why you no fun with me? leaving me feeling like hell, and starving, with no one to rant is completely ridiculous. menses o menses, be nice since we are together since high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2582474165098618259?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2582474165098618259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-day-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2582474165098618259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2582474165098618259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-day-like-this.html' title='On a day like this--'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-211339572746218804</id><published>2012-02-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:19:24.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of being yourself</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wish that i study here instead there at shah alam. It is much more comfortable here, and im so familiar with so many places without being so jakun everytime im in a new places, and start asking around "wah apa nama tempat ni?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi orang cakap jauh perjalanan, luas pemandangan bha kan. But, you know, being awkward around people who you'r just started to know is sooo not comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can just wish you can be yourself without pretending infront of new people. Being yourself comfortably, speaking your language without being tease, wearing your attire without being judge, and acting in a way where everybody else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is being in a society where judgment is their main concern, you have no choice but to obey to their desires instead of following your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh o sigh, a society will remain as a society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-211339572746218804?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/211339572746218804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-being-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/211339572746218804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/211339572746218804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-being-yourself.html' title='Of being yourself'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5045206045792191437</id><published>2012-02-04T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:47:32.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Salam Maulud dari Sabah</title><content type='html'>Semalam, "abang" aku tanya "kau tak pergi berarak ke esok?" Aku cakap, "Adik aku pergi esok, berarak dari padang merdeka ke Wisma Muis. Jauh tu, penat aku mau jalan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini adik aku balik rumah sambil bawa 2 tapau makanan, satu untuk aku semestinya, ehem. Dan, membawa kemenangan sebagai pasukan terbaik sekolah.. Aku bangga sekejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tanya macam mana boleh jadi pasukan terbaik, dia cakap sepanjang perjalanan pasukan mereka tidak pernah berhenti berselawat ke atas junjungan Nabi Muhammad s.a.w. Pasukan sebelah siap boleh cakap, "SUDAH-SUDAHLAH TU DIK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku diam sekejap, sambil nak keluarkan calculator, agak-agak berapa selawat yang diucapkan dalam masa 5 minit. WOAH. Ini triple pahala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah diucapkan. Tak sia-sia tertinggal bas, terpaksa charter bas ke padang merdeka bersama tiga orang kawan yang lain. Gara-gara sembang dengan aku semalam, pagi tadi dia lambat bangun. Gagaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Salam Maulidur Rasul semua. Banyakkan berselawat untuk hari ini dan hari seterusnya. Insyaallah semuanya akan jadi baik-baik sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini salam orang jauh dari Sabah kepada semua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5045206045792191437?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5045206045792191437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/salam-maulud-dari-sabah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5045206045792191437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5045206045792191437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/salam-maulud-dari-sabah.html' title='Salam Maulud dari Sabah'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6506534163879068982</id><published>2012-02-04T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:03:34.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Of distance and love</title><content type='html'>The saddest moments for me in life is when my mother sent me off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also everytime syed's waves goodbye to me before the boarding gate. It brings tear to my eyes when i lost his sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the thing is, I miss him. And im not tired of missing him everyday. I know that im such a pain in the ass everytime he spare some of his time with his friends, but frankly im just jealous that i can't spend time with him while his friends can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, i enjoy missing him. For every single day. And though counting days is painful, but its a thrill for be able to do that. Long distance isn't sucks at all. You just have to put on some faith on your partner and in yourself. If you do, you will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small arguments is common. Without it, your relationship would be in trouble because you doesn't talk things with each other. But make sure you sort it out. don't leave it as it is, because anytime in the future, any of you would bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember the first time you met him, you are so in love with each other. That kind of things will make you through the ugly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "going the distance" is such a good movie to watch for you who is in such a type of r'ship. Go check it out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6506534163879068982?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6506534163879068982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-distance-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6506534163879068982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6506534163879068982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-distance-and-love.html' title='Of distance and love'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5662841749455648345</id><published>2012-02-03T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:36:52.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of changing and believing</title><content type='html'>When people says behind every successful man, there is a woman, the question that rushed into my mind is that&amp;nbsp;behind every successful woman, is there a man at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my father is the man. He push me in eagerness and softness, that in everything i do, i don't feel any pressures except the fear that if i ever going to dissapoint him. If i ever going to meet the expectations he has on me. That's my concern among all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it takes a great woman to change a man. A man that is so tameable need a great woman to shaken his his&amp;nbsp;conscience, and eventually change his perspective in everything he do. Of course, a good change is intended. This is what I intend to do, to be that woman for my man. When i feel the pressure of failure, it shaken my ego that i couldn't even look into his eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great if you could tell your ego to shut up and listen to you for awhile instead of backstabbing you forever? Seems like you are fighting with yourselves. That's what we do in our daily life. fighting, for better. Even for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5662841749455648345?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5662841749455648345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-changing-and-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5662841749455648345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5662841749455648345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-changing-and-believing.html' title='Of changing and believing'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3256865016694319638</id><published>2012-02-03T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:55:19.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Attachment- Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hari ke lima,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for remand at 0900am, macam biasa but i rather sit in the bilik fail, reading on past cases especially inquest cases which includes rape and murder. Tapi today paling banyak baca is rape cases. Sampai jadi takut dengan lelaki sekeliling bila berjalan dekat public because anyone could be one. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then serving people at the counter pun scary and tiring especially bila dorang marah-marah. Its hard to make public understand about court procedure. Sedangkan kita yang deal with the law pun susah mahu faham procedure, apa lagi public who know nothing. &amp;nbsp;And there are many problem arises when there is failure to communicate between one jabatan to other jabatan. Miscommunication-- and public yang must pay for the failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, rest for 2 and half hours sebab sembahyang jumaat. Decided to jalan-jalan at wisma merdeka after lunch dekat peppermint. People, peppermint memang the serve the best beef stew in the town. Go check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Elina excited when she saw counter derma darah. Me got scared and cuba untuk lari tapi kesian dekat elina minta kasi teman. Aku serba salah sebenarnya sebab tidak derma but seriously im scared. Tapi &amp;nbsp;i need to someday, sebab betul lah its an obligation to donate, to help others in need. Mana tahu someday kita yang perlukan darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1430pm, we went to Hospital, Ward TB for remand. He was charged under s15(1)(a) and s39A DDA 52'. Kesian sebab sakit but what to do. An order is an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jyeah, petang jem macam babs. And im grateful i get through the day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3256865016694319638?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3256865016694319638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3256865016694319638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3256865016694319638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-five.html' title='Attachment- Day Five'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2235669029210135590</id><published>2012-02-02T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T05:20:04.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day-Three Four</title><content type='html'>Sebab semalam aku blackout dari jam 7 sampai 5.30opagi, laporan attachment untuk hari ke tiga dan ke empat aku sekalikan. Plis, jangan marah sebab semestinya akan aku pendekkan buku log alam maya ini. *padahal buku log praktikal satu apa pun belum tulis toing toing toing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke-tiga&lt;/b&gt;, pagi itu kami dibenarkan untuk masuk ke dalam temporary jail dalam mahkamah untuk melihat proses reman. Tapi sebenarnya tak sempat gara-gara majistret lambat sampai. But its all good sebab we are able berbual-bual dengan banduan, budak chambering, wakil Sabah Law Asso, dan juga pegawai polis mengenai kes-kes banduan(s) tersebut. You know its sad and creepy bila dalam lokap bersama mereka, tapi again, its all good. They'r your clients eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya, kami bertuah dapat bertemu dengan seorang lawyer, Tuan Ram Singh yang famous dengan rape cases, suruh cari section(s) yang related dengan sex such as s354, s377c, s376. Remarkable sentence from his is "if you don't know what is a blow job, you can't be a criminal lawyer" Aku macam nak berdiri, salute, sambil cakap" True sir!" HAHA. Just kidding, he said " the most important thing is you know what to say", and "say something right, how you present it, is your own style" Then, you'll be good. All the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap kena sindir paling tak boleh tahan. "you know you learn from jotting notes down, you can't count on your memory" lepas tu pandang aku. -_______- Adoi. Tahu lah aku seorang saja tidak salin apa dia cakap. Random bha, he's with timbalan pdakwa raya was teasing us like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang, pegi ikut reman dekat pusat penjara kepayan. hundreds lebih banduan lelaki, semua kena reman. dan perempuan, paling menyayat hati, terutama kes juvana. Even ada yang dari China, can't understand english, and Bailey and me was trying to tell her about her remand is being extended in mandarin. Damn hard. it was a brand new experience. You can't believe what story you can found there, you can't believe what you can see there, with your own eyes. Just don't, commit any criminal offences, kesian bha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke-empat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today sebab all majistret and judges attended legal year 2012 dekat bintulu sarawak. So no trial by them, only before senior registrar(s). Itu pun for mention cases only. And to extend their remand. What touch my heart is being able to listen to the accused stories, and you know that they'r actually the victim of the situation, and you can't do anything, but only to listen, and advice them what to say infront of the magistrate and police. That's the least you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if you get the chance, talk to the accused. Not only to the lawyers. Know them, and learn their stories. That's how you learn, and really its open your heart somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus tadi, i was surprised that i was sitting besides an ex-mental patient. She's gone through alot by listening to her stories., and society please don't discriminate. she told me boldly and honestly that "sy dulu sakit jiwa bha, banyak kali suda kena karen di kepala" and she carries her family album around, and show it to people, and tell people her real life stories. Sad, but true. Damn you dadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu, dadah itu musuh negara. Please don't ever get involve with it. once you'r in, forever you' in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: no picture(s) today sebab kami dah insaf, tamau tangkap gambau dah. Nampak free sangat pulak. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2235669029210135590?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2235669029210135590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-three-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2235669029210135590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2235669029210135590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/02/attachment-day-three-four.html' title='Attachment Day-Three Four'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7689706287189295862</id><published>2012-01-31T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:01:03.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day-Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkbtL_JrRrY/TyfI_E2mcmI/AAAAAAAABZo/7cxALU0NPss/s1600/Attachment+day6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkbtL_JrRrY/TyfI_E2mcmI/AAAAAAAABZo/7cxALU0NPss/s320/Attachment+day6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maafkan imej wanita asli saya-- masih pagi lagi bha ituuu astagaaa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since kami pekerja gomen, kami berperangai seperti the real pekerja gomen. Huehue. Lepas punchcard, pegi kedai kopi minum-minum cerita-cerita. Selamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court bersidang, kami pun bersidang. Dan hari ini, case criminal bikin eksaited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini hari ah barulah aku rasa lutut goyang sikit pasal cita-cita aku. Betul ka aku mahu ini jalan? Tapi bila fikir semasak-masaknya, semua pekerjaan ada risiko. Dan untuk pekerjaan yang aku pilih ini, ini lah risiko yang aku harus tanggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun diri sentiasa kena aim, aku rela. &amp;nbsp;Heh. Lantak piiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kamu bagaimana pulak? Macam sia kaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7689706287189295862?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7689706287189295862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/attachment-day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7689706287189295862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7689706287189295862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/attachment-day-two.html' title='Attachment Day-Two'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GkbtL_JrRrY/TyfI_E2mcmI/AAAAAAAABZo/7cxALU0NPss/s72-c/Attachment+day6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3205695070148621831</id><published>2012-01-30T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:20:48.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu masa depan'/><title type='text'>Attachment Day-One</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GpWPcikmj4/TyaTr0YD2nI/AAAAAAAABZg/VkQxVF5yrDA/s1600/Attachment+day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GpWPcikmj4/TyaTr0YD2nI/AAAAAAAABZg/VkQxVF5yrDA/s400/Attachment+day1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Elina, Bailey, Azhier, Zura, Liyana. &lt;br /&gt;So rajin kan sudah mula baca kes dekat library muehehe padahal camwhore boo-hoe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day-- so you know the heat, and the nervousness. Sampai Bailey anak michael Ubu tarik nafas beribu kali masa dengar trial. Today full of civil cases, sampai mahu muntah. And you miss interpretator, stop staring at us. Bukannya kami bercakap kuat betul, slow jugak pun. Or you feel intimidated with our presence there gazing at you while you doing-whatever-you-are doing-on-your-pc. Buat orang nervous jak balik-balik jugak tengok orang bha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menguap pun rasa bersalah. Cheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ini masa untuk beramah mesra dan tahu environment dan procedure court sebenarnya. Masa untuk apply malaysian legal system yang A plus dulu dulu tu. Eceh. Tapi why here Sabah so different, and why here so err tidak sistematik? Hrpmh. Something to look forward to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will have fun. Time to networking and connecting people :) Goodluck with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3205695070148621831?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3205695070148621831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/attachment-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3205695070148621831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3205695070148621831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/attachment-day-one.html' title='Attachment Day-One'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GpWPcikmj4/TyaTr0YD2nI/AAAAAAAABZg/VkQxVF5yrDA/s72-c/Attachment+day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6968366429375078573</id><published>2012-01-29T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:52:22.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Of loyalty</title><content type='html'>Between trust, hope and love, what is the most important? Loyalty, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;included in above choices -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt your pride for doing something like that towards people who shows loyalty? A person who never know the word 'loyalty' come to your feet and beg for your loyalty too, and you kick his ass to get the fuck out from your life once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the person you kick his ass off still show his loyalty, regardless of anything you said you do. Even how hard you kick his ass, he still come back to beg, every morning, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how loyal he is. Mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the world invented the word "egoistic", I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6968366429375078573?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6968366429375078573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-loyalty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6968366429375078573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6968366429375078573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-loyalty.html' title='Of loyalty'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8011896385932345714</id><published>2012-01-29T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:24:30.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected like seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You asked for it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outrageous, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8011896385932345714?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8011896385932345714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/expect-unexpected-like-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8011896385932345714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8011896385932345714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/expect-unexpected-like-seriously.html' title='Expect the unexpected like seriously'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6231801619907598368</id><published>2012-01-28T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T03:09:55.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of sorting things out :)</title><content type='html'>There are few things in life that happened and crushed my self confidence. I become so insecure with myself that countless of motivation books just didn't work out. But still working on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to motivate me, endlessly. To talk to me, and also to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a motivator, is good enough. But where can i find a mountain of gold? Show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i couldnt sleep at night. Not until you say good night. How gross is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even prepare anything for this monday. I haven't print the letter, I don't have any suitable bag to carry, and I don't know where is it. I'm counting on my father, i am that kind of person. Being so clingy. Thank god my father willing to do that for me, without complaining. I'm here sitting complaining. I need a positive vibe. I've been surrounded with this negativity for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this dragon year bring lotsa lucks and&amp;nbsp;positivism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6231801619907598368?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6231801619907598368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-sorting-things-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6231801619907598368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6231801619907598368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-sorting-things-out.html' title='Of sorting things out :)'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5844696743078132403</id><published>2012-01-28T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:37:37.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu fiksyen'/><title type='text'>Ada sesuatu..</title><content type='html'>"Kata gelak sedih always bersama?" Itu soalan pertama yang diajukan Siti selepas setahun berpisah dengan Murad. "Then why can't you be there when i'm at my lowest?" Desakan demi desakan oleh Siti. "I always listen to you, with that you must listen to me." Tekan Siti lagi. "Kenapa you tak ada tiap masa I perlukan you?", "You tahu tak, I selalu nangis mengenangkan kenangan kita dulu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad tunduk. Malu mungkin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ingatkan cinta kita cinta mati. You kata dulu, apa saja you sanggup buat untuk I. Tapi kenapa bila I suruh you datang jumpa bapak I you taknak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad diam. Begitu saja kebiasaannya. Dari dulu, hinggalah sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada sesuatu yang tidak Siti ketahui. Ada sesuatu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5844696743078132403?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5844696743078132403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/ada-sesuatu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5844696743078132403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5844696743078132403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/ada-sesuatu.html' title='Ada sesuatu..'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-9186528201417447010</id><published>2012-01-28T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:14:39.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu fiksyen'/><title type='text'>Alahai Siti ditinggalkan Murad</title><content type='html'>2008 tahun yang membawa satu signifikasi dalam hidup Siti dan Murad. Bersama melangkah ke menara gading membawa segunung harapan untuk menamatkannya bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi siapa sangka Murad tinggalkan Siti untuk cita-citanya pada 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar kereta mewah, siapa sangka itu cita-cita Murad. Siti pula cukup benci dengan kereta mewah, tak &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa Siti ketahui, sekarang Murad sudah berkereta mewah, dan ber-perempuan seorang di tepinya. Murad kelihatan bahagia.&amp;nbsp;Dan tanpa Murad ketahui, Siti pun sudah bertemankan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diam, rupanya selama ini Siti seorang yang perengus. Bukan kerna ditinggalkan gara-gara kematerislikkan Murad, tapi gara-gara sifat perengus Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murad lambat sahaja datang ke cafetaria, Siti sudah terbalikkan meja bangku cafe. Murad terlupa sahaja kejutkan Siti untuk Subuh, Siti sudah enggan untuk ke kelas. Murad terlupa sahaja untuk makan, Siti sudah mencampak makanan ke muka Murad. Begitu pemarahnya Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu tidak penting, yang penting apa yang diketahui umum, Siti ditinggalkan gara-gara kematerialistikkan Murad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: There's so many things left unsaid. however, its the truth that hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-9186528201417447010?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9186528201417447010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/alahai-siti-ditinggalkan-murad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9186528201417447010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9186528201417447010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/alahai-siti-ditinggalkan-murad.html' title='Alahai Siti ditinggalkan Murad'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3869216787334137083</id><published>2012-01-20T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:14:00.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your goals-- BIG</title><content type='html'>Sekarang, nak tidur sampai pukul berapa, nak bangun pukul berapa, nak keluar pegi mana, nak online sampai bila, dah tak risau sangat sebab exam dah tamat. sebelum ni, tidur takut, makan takut, mandi takut, takut buang masa. Sebab study week sekejap ja, lepas itu ada banyak topics nak cover. Tiap hari bangun untuk belajar, untuk cover semua. Rasa seronok kan? Thrill.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi bila dah lepas exam, rasa memang seronok, tapi hidup tak tentu arah. Bangun semata nak makan. Tidur semata penat berjaga.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bayangkan sampai mati kena hidup macam ini, tiada matlamat, tiada impian, tiada apa yang hendak dicapai, tiada benda yang ingin dimiliki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab itu, semua orang wajib ada matlamat masing-masing. Matlamat yang bila fikir balik memang mustahil nak capai. Tapi bila impian tu lagi susah nak capai, memang impian tu besar. Kita pun jadi lagi bersemangat nak capai, berkobar-kobar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangun tiap hari untuk capai matlamat yang besar tu. Hidup berlandaskan matlamat yang satu itu. Pergi kemana,matlamat itu dibawa. Hidup pun rasa lagi bermakna dan gembira. Walaupun rasa pressure. Tapi pressure itu kan bagus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast it proves you are a human. And normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3869216787334137083?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3869216787334137083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/set-your-goals-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3869216787334137083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3869216787334137083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/set-your-goals-big.html' title='Set your goals-- BIG'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1735957480236672562</id><published>2012-01-19T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:48:22.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Oh I'm feeling so blue--</title><content type='html'>There's an ambivalence feeling inside everytime the semester ends. I'm excited to go home, yet too sad to leave syed behind. And this is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to calm myself *him too pftt* is by pretending that i'm going for a trip, and he needs to work his butt off to belanja me makan sedap. By "pretending" like that, we'r at ease to leave each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the oh-im-feelin-blue, I'm still overjoy that I'm going to see my parents for after 4 months. How blissful is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I feel so uncomfortable to leave syed for a while, for not getting to accompany him all the time, who's gonna eat with him, who's gonna teman him to lepak with his friends, who's gonna teman him watch movies, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should just marry each other by now, hey, im 22 for god sake. My mom&amp;nbsp;conceived&amp;nbsp;me at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wake up Zuraini, this is 2012. No one marries at 18 e oxcept being raped or get pregnant out of wedlock. Hrmph. Grow some money, and grow some balls. WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, excuse me. I have some girlfriend duties to do. Ehem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1735957480236672562?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1735957480236672562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-im-feeling-so-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1735957480236672562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1735957480236672562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-im-feeling-so-blue.html' title='Oh I&apos;m feeling so blue--'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6270251265496838256</id><published>2012-01-19T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:58:28.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Tertunggak-- semua</title><content type='html'>Kalau cerita pasal paper last semalam, satu saja aku boleh cakap, lets pray for the best. Nak take action dah terlambat. Jadi mari doakan aku untuk lulus paper itu, cukup lah. A memang jauh sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya entry ini aku buka dari semalam, tapi hari ini baru dapat sambung semula. Jadi apa yang aku nak tulis semalam memang dah lupa habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam aku jadi mastermind untuk ajak housemates aku semua makan kat Asam Thai. Niat aku nak merapatkan silaturrahim. Musim exam ni semua masam muka, tak bertegur. Semua ni salah exam. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada mulanya aku rasa bersalah, sebab yelah depan pintu asam thai bukan ada tanda halal ke tak, masuk-masuk asam thai ada seorang je pakcik cina tengah makan, mana tak mengucap tanda ragu-ragu housemates aku yang lain. Kesian housemates aku, seorang-seorang muka cuak "eh halal tak ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat semua restaurants yang tak hidangkan benda yang haram, elok lah letak depan pintu tanda halal besar-besar. Bussiness maju dengan kedatangan semua pak melayu, dan tiada ragu-ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini, sementara menunggu Syed habis paper, aku selesaikan semua kerja tertunggak aku seperti report event workshop oktober lepas, dan juga setelkan perihal praktikal february nanti. Kawan-kawan, jangan lupa ambil buku log dekat pejabat cempaka 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku log ni kena isi sendiri ke? Apa nak isi? Kang nanti habis aku tulis puisi benda merapu-rapu. Sehari dah habis semua aku conteng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, cepatlah habis paper syed. Cepatlahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6270251265496838256?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6270251265496838256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/tertunggak-semua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6270251265496838256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6270251265496838256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/tertunggak-semua.html' title='Tertunggak-- semua'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5159036420330954398</id><published>2012-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:39:21.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>If you wonder-- ask Jeff Bernat</title><content type='html'>Fikir punya fikir, apa sebenarnya yang tak kena dengan aku? Aku fikir lagi sehingga tertidur, walhal dua hari lagi paper healthcare aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas Episode 9 Gossip Girl Season 5, aku masih fikir, apa sebenarnya tak kena dengan aku. Aku baring semula, mula memikirkan notes healthcare yang kena aku siapkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hirup fruit tree sekuat-kuatnya demi pulpy yang membaziri sekeliling cawan plastik, apa yang tak kena dengan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeff Bernat&lt;/i&gt; pun mula berkumandang, &lt;i&gt;if you wonder&lt;/i&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini new year resolution aku. Aku dah "decide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5159036420330954398?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5159036420330954398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-wonder-ask-jeff-bernat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5159036420330954398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5159036420330954398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-wonder-ask-jeff-bernat.html' title='If you wonder-- ask Jeff Bernat'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3757685371926470129</id><published>2012-01-15T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T04:13:43.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Petang sesak berakhir manis</title><content type='html'>Dengan rahang masing-masing gopoh mengunyah &lt;i&gt;black forest cheese&lt;/i&gt;, beserta fikiran yang entah kemana sambil mata melilau-lilau melihat gelagat orang lain, akhirnya satu kekesalan terbit di bibir.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salma tak menyangka yang persahabatan begitu murah nilainya di mata semua. Kemesraan yang dibuat-buat lebih bermakna berbanding usia persahabatan. Tahun yang dilewati bersama yang sepatutnya manis bila dikenang semula menjadi begitu pahit bila dibualkan. Sepahit &lt;i&gt;earl grey&lt;/i&gt; yang direndam semalaman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salma betul-betul kesal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naina cuma angguk, mata masih melilau. Memandang abang cashier yang kening bersambung. Keningnya bagaikan senyum ke arah Naina, itu kata Naina. Padahal Salma tengok abang itu dari tadi tekun membuat kerja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salma dalam hati menaruh angan terhadap abang cashir kening sambung itu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila Naina fikir semula, begitu banyak hubungan persahabatan yang disangka membawa ke syurga sujud di pertengahan jalan. Gara-gara benang yang putus, dan benang yang basah cuba diluruskan. Sadis sekali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi Naina, kita semua cuma berjalan, sepanjang perjalanan ramai yang kita akan terserempak. Ada yang manis, ada yang hitam, ada yang pantas, ada yang kemut, ada yang mulus, dan ada yang hilang. Dan akhirnya bila tiba di penghujung jalan, orang-orang itu semua akan tinggalkan satu kenangan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang cuma kita yang tahu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan, DIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3757685371926470129?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3757685371926470129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/petang-sesak-berakhir-manis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3757685371926470129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3757685371926470129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/petang-sesak-berakhir-manis.html' title='Petang sesak berakhir manis'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2872842246512290396</id><published>2012-01-13T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:53:09.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Murad si Tupai</title><content type='html'>Murad sangat anti dengan pepatah "sepandai pandai tupai melompat, akan jatuh ke tanah juga". Bagi Murad, kalau pandai tipu, tak akan kantoi punya. Jadi Murad bengang dengan pepatah tu, bagi Murad, Tupai itu bodoh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai lah satu hari, Siti dapat tahu yang Murad bila sunyi, bila perlu perhatian, Murad akan bergayut sehingga jauh malam dengan Timah. Siti bengang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa Murad tak cari Siti sahaja, Timah lagi pandai melayannya berbanding dia ka? Siti tertanya-tanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti masih mahu bersama Murad, bagi Siti, Murad lelaki paling baik pernah hadir dalam hidup dia. Jadi, mungkin Siti yang buat silap sampai Murad beralih arah dengan perempuan lain untuk hiburan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti oh siti, Murad itu tupai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2872842246512290396?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2872842246512290396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/murad-si-tupai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2872842246512290396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2872842246512290396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/murad-si-tupai.html' title='Murad si Tupai'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1316397745470246446</id><published>2012-01-09T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:05:28.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Significant-- memorable</title><content type='html'>I'm in the middle of hurricane, mind me, ehem. Final exam. Ehem. Final 1 minggu sahaja ehem. Study week dua minggu ehem. Tapi notes healthcare tak sempat buat lagi ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't freakin know what I'm doing here instead of memorizing my notes on land law yang killer paper bak kata semua tapi I think its important to write on this day as this day brings quite something for me and everyone. Hope everything will be okay, and please land law don't kill me-- even silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on this day, 9 of January 2012, oh by the way, Happy new year-- Datuk Anwar Ibrahim was acquitted of Sodomy by Judge Mohamad Zabidin Mohd Diah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, wonders never cease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I'm grateful that I'm bless to get my momentum back that I lost along the ways here. Alhamdulillah and you don't how thankful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels so great, though a bit of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age, you can't afford to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Good luck everyone. This is the end of our second year. And being 22 this year doesn't excite me at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1316397745470246446?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1316397745470246446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/significant-memorable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1316397745470246446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1316397745470246446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/significant-memorable.html' title='Significant-- memorable'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1234080410465900048</id><published>2012-01-02T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:29:09.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Tahun baru!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Kenapa dulu boleh, sekarang dah tak boleh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin sebab sekarang dah 2012, alaf baru. Padahal baru 2 hari lepas 2011. It just a number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pemikiran kena baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat Tahun baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1234080410465900048?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1234080410465900048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/selamat-tahun-baru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1234080410465900048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1234080410465900048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/selamat-tahun-baru.html' title='Selamat Tahun baru!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7925009515263523571</id><published>2012-01-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:46:01.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahwin-Cerai</title><content type='html'>Bila aku dengar housemate aku gayut, hangat bercinta, what popped into my mind is kamu dah berapa lama? When she told me dorang dah dekat 5 tahun, I gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tahunn, and you are still so passionately in love with each other? WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang tak boleh ukur usia bercinta berapa lama, tapi on how much you did in your relationship? How much you appreciate your partner after all tears. Aku geli hati bila tengok pasangan bercinta, geli tapi aku suka. You know, love is the engine behind everything, without love, you just can't make it through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma ada satu soalan, kenapa ramai orang yang berkahwin sekarang bercerai berai? After all the current issue analysis, BEL presentation, debate, reading, I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the earth you came to the conclusion to get divorce after spending time with each other for yearss? It just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas 6 tahun bercinta, kahwin setahun, dah naik makhamah bercerai, dengan alasan kami tak sehaluan lagi. WHAT? Masa bercinta gaduh baik gaduh baik nangis baik nangis baik, you still come to your senses to lower down your goddamn ego so that both of you could end up together then after a year of marriage, you decided to get divorce. That easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason yang aku lupa letak dalam essay aku dulu is, EGO. this is the shit. Both lelaki perempuan tanak kalah bab ego. To lower down your ego for something precious does worth it somehow, because ego won't make you happy. It kills you from the inside out. To look tough outside, and fragile inside will slowly eat you, it just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, love is never easy, and cinta zaman sekarang banyak palsu. Duit dan nafsu, semata. People turns marriage into something very cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7925009515263523571?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7925009515263523571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/kahwin-cerai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7925009515263523571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7925009515263523571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/kahwin-cerai.html' title='Kahwin-Cerai'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3674635096431174366</id><published>2012-01-01T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:35:34.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>#Siti paling gembira bila--</title><content type='html'>Setiap kali bila murad balik kampung, Siti paling gembira bila murad mengajaknya balik bersama. Bagi siti, pengalaman naik bas bersama Murad adalah pengalaman yang wajib-tulis-dalam-diary untuk simpanan masa hadapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi murad, tanpa mengetahui perkara paling gembira bagi siti, pulang tanpa mengajak siti. Siti sedih, tiap kali mendengar lagu nyanyian Ning baizura, Jac dan Shila, beribu sesalan, air mata Siti menitik. Siti sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerna gagal mencatat pengalaman naik bas bersama murah balik ke kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali murad pergi makan durian bersama kawan serumahnya, Siti paling gembira bila Murad mengajaknya pergi bersama. Bagi Siti, pengalaman memakan durian bersama Murad adalah pengalaman yang wajib diabadikan di dalam album gambarnya, DETIK BERSAMA MURAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Murad, tanpa mengetahui perkara paling gembira Siti, tidak mengajak Siti makan durian bersama. Siti sedih. Tiap kali sedih, Siti akan mendengar lagu beribu sesalan, air matanya menitik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti paling gembira bila-- bersama Murad. Tapi Murad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai lah satu saat, Siti tercicir medical report dari begnya. Murad dengan gentleman-nya mengutipnya untuk Siti tapi tergamam bila ter-baca muka hadapan surat tersebut. Murad curious tentang isi kandungan surat tersebut, kerna Murad secara nature-nya seorang yang suka jaga tepi kain Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya selama ini, Siti suffered from the Big-C. Murad sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa tak bagitahu Murad yang Siti ada kanser? KENAPA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, bagi Siti, semuanya sudah terlambat. Tiadalah lagi pengalaman naik bas bersama, atau makan durian bersama. Sebab esoknya, Siti mati dalam tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling dikesali Murad, tidak pernah sekali pun dia membawa Siti bertemu Ibu bapanya. Walhal dia tahu, Siti paling gembira ketemu ibu bapa lelaki pujaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kampung bengang gila dengan Murad, "Insensitive betul Murad tu, nama saja belajar tinggi-tinggi. Tunang ada kanser pun tak tahu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu tipikal lah pemikiran orang kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kesian&lt;/i&gt;, Murad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3674635096431174366?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3674635096431174366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/siti-paling-gembira-bila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3674635096431174366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3674635096431174366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/siti-paling-gembira-bila.html' title='#Siti paling gembira bila--'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6653658559924897594</id><published>2012-01-01T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:58:11.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time-- a dream I never have</title><content type='html'>He said &lt;i&gt;" I miss you honey, I wish you never left"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't response vocally. Nodded, as a sign of acceptance is my preference after all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Run away, and come back to me please"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't response, like usually. But this time, I remain silence-- unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word along with his tired-looking face, he left. Leaving me with silence and questions. Questions that no one could ever answered, except him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I refused to think, the consequences in the future will undeniably haunt me forever. The decision I take few years back, now walking away from me, for the second times. I wish you knew that I had loved you before, but now, I just couldn't take it anymore. For some reasons, only god know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, he's coming back. Haunting. Every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the foolish decision, I ever take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6653658559924897594?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6653658559924897594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-upon-time-dream-i-never-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6653658559924897594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6653658559924897594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-upon-time-dream-i-never-have.html' title='Once upon a time-- a dream I never have'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-207690257440911114</id><published>2012-01-01T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:20:48.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>Sebelum aku keluar untuk menyambut kedatangan tahun baru semalam, aku ingat nak tulis resolution 2012. Tapi sadly, i went out without finishing my post and when i woke up today, i totally changed my mind on my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This give a new insight that for people like me--indecisive, i change my mind all the time. I rethink too much that nothing going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I 'decide' to not list down my resolution, and let me keep it to myself to accomplish. i know this sound so&amp;nbsp;immature&amp;nbsp;where the fact that i'm afraid that i won't achieve it til the end of 2012 is so ketara kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma aku tahu sekarang, aku bertekad nak guna collagen. WOHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, I have notes to finish today. Wish me luck for my final. Habis final, aku mahu blahh balik Sabah, negeri bawah bayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sebelum aku sambung buat nota, semalam aku countdown dekat I-city, the city of lights. Ferries Wheel dia memang mengundang, cantik sangat and the fireworks memang awesome gila. Rasa macam nak nyanyi lagu Katy Parrriii--Firework dekat rooftop parking dia. Gazillion people there, and almost every family is there to celebrate it with their children, good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE, AND DON'T GET DRUNK ALONG THE WAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012, be good to me. And I'll be good to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-207690257440911114?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/207690257440911114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/207690257440911114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/207690257440911114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6330548703179637593</id><published>2011-12-25T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:25:56.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At this time last year, I'm a sinner to everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is wrong, what I know is it is right for me to greet my friends who's celebrating christmas, a wonderful and cheerful Christmas. Have a blast party people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, its my study week, so keeping in touch with others is the last thing on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6330548703179637593?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6330548703179637593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6330548703179637593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6330548703179637593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6082451243471814492</id><published>2011-12-20T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:37:10.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Ponat eh</title><content type='html'>Oishhhhhhh penat yang amat, dari 8.30 pagi sampai pukul 10 malam kelas. 10 malam sampai 2 pagi siapkan take home assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week azab ya amat. Nasib baik study week before final ada 2 minggu. Seminggu tengok movie, seminggu ikat kepala hafal cases muawahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, aku nak pegi ber-twitta. Bai blog, kau dah diabaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah-- Kiss goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6082451243471814492?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6082451243471814492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/ponat-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6082451243471814492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6082451243471814492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/ponat-eh.html' title='Ponat eh'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2822114872754439014</id><published>2011-12-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:45:18.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu masa depan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Sebagai apa pun tak tahu apa</title><content type='html'>Minta maaf, tapi sekarang aku sibuk ber-twitta. Memerhatikan gerak geri, dan berusaha untuk menonjolkan diri. Budak baru nak up lah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja paling susah bila ber-twitta ialah tahan rasa sakit hati. Uiii pedih nohh. Macam-macam ada. Dari tweet retis gedik sampailah ke tweet gedik laki sendiri. Menyampah pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar saja lah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, belajar untuk kembangkan jalur lebar mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Connection, Connection.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malangnya, nama pun tak ingat. Bila tanya dari mana pun, luah mati bapak, telan mati mak. Tanya dekat UiTM buat apa, sampai mengaku yang aku ni perempuan gedik pegi kelas lenggang lenggok bermake-up tebal untuk tunjuk cantik depan orang lain sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puih, jatuh air muka aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2822114872754439014?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2822114872754439014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/sebagai-apa-pun-tak-tahu-apa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2822114872754439014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2822114872754439014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/sebagai-apa-pun-tak-tahu-apa.html' title='Sebagai apa pun tak tahu apa'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7896056634919396470</id><published>2011-12-15T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:05:42.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Statement gampang</title><content type='html'>Dan hari ini aku tersenyum sinis bila ada yang berani menghumban perkataan nista seperti ini kepada aku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Nerd gila kau chu, kau mesti tade boyfriend kan?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GELAK MUAWAHAHAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku senyum sinis sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Oleh itu rakan-rakan, the key is balance life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7896056634919396470?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7896056634919396470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/statement-gampang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7896056634919396470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7896056634919396470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/statement-gampang.html' title='Statement gampang'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1282278653177186754</id><published>2011-12-13T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:46:38.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of changing mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to Zharif and bini for sponsoring my dinner tonight. Great food guys. This is why I love good friends, and scholarship. But why am I so poor? I'm not a good friend, and I'm not even under any scholarship. I even break promises.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already in hell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw you Zuraini, what a waste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s:&amp;nbsp;I changed my mind, I reactivated my twitter account, and I'm going to hit the floor. So ignored my previous entry on tweet for the sweet because I'm going crazy with tumblr, blogging and twitter. I'm so soo sorryy pops. Ha-ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1282278653177186754?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1282278653177186754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-changing-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1282278653177186754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1282278653177186754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-changing-mind.html' title='Of changing mind'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3586731651590902544</id><published>2011-12-11T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:57:09.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>#1 Best Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"If you can't be happy for your friends success, you are already in hell."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Baek Hee for reminding me, this is indeed true. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;When you can't be happy for other people success especially your good friends, 'busuk hati' is the term for you. Suck it, and live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be happy for everyone achievements, and lets make ours. Be successful, and beautiful. No busuk hati, forget you typicality. HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy, yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3586731651590902544?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3586731651590902544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-best-movie-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3586731651590902544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3586731651590902544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-best-movie-quotes.html' title='#1 Best Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3870688110119532071</id><published>2011-12-11T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:02:48.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Dream high</title><content type='html'>Knowing that you couldn't change every single things in your past life is self torturing. How could you torture your own mind with your own mistakes? Erasing everything is far more painful than slapping your own face, and trying to forget is even shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, how could I be this insecure about myself that I'm afraid for almost every outcomes of my act. I'm afraid of losing everyone, and you. And yet, I'm still acting like an ungrateful brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sleeping, I wait too much. And I'm tired of watching dream high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3870688110119532071?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3870688110119532071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3870688110119532071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3870688110119532071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream-high.html' title='Dream high'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1998801334666448667</id><published>2011-12-09T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:08:45.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Mahu seratus peratus</title><content type='html'>Aku tak pernah dapat 100% sepanjang hidup aku. Tak kira lah dalam periksa, markah test, cinta, duit, atau kawan, keluarga, dan banyak lagi. Walhal, aku paling nak 100% dalam semua perkara. Aku memang gilakan sempurna. Tapi bukan aku tak sedar yang sempurna itu tidak ada kecuali pada yang atas sana. Jadi kenapa aku mahu 100% dalam setiap perkara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mahu push limit aku kadang-kadang. Sampai satu tahap yang aku jadi fed up dan tak mahu lagi. Cukup. Takat itu saja. Tapi aku tamak, dan aku mahu lagi. Bila sampai ke tahap 90%, aku tak dapat capai 100% yang aku mahu itu. Aku jadi marah, dan marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa aku sentiasa mahu lebih? Bila yang itu layaknya aku dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin, manusia seperti aku tak pernah puas. Tapi sampai bila?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1998801334666448667?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1998801334666448667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/mahu-seratus-peratus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1998801334666448667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1998801334666448667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/mahu-seratus-peratus.html' title='Mahu seratus peratus'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-9142922652436994163</id><published>2011-12-08T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:41:00.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Minggu-minggu kritikal hampir maut</title><content type='html'>Sekarang aku rasa macam nak makan ubat elak dari gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Disember- Presentation Healthcare bersama written submission yang berjela-jela kes on negligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Disember- Test II Admin of Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Disember- Test II Criminal Law, Test II Land Law, Test BEL-- Tolong lah postponed Criminal Law ke hari lain plis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Disember- Presentation proposal Legal research on Anti Defection Law dihadapan Dr Sheela bersama seorang examiner. Nervous bagai nak gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Disember- Hello hello Test I Legal Research on semua components yang ada. Kau mampu nak salin semua lecture dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, aku syak, minggu last kuliah juga hantar court report yang aku rasa aku dah lupa semua yang terjadi di POJ hari itu. Dan, semua yang aku lupa itulah yang aku kena tulis di dalam report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything? Okay sekarang cakap siapa yang tak gila? CAKAPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang, aku tengah elak gila dengan mengadu kat sini. Kejap lagi kalau masih gila, aku nak buka folder dream high aku, habiskan sampai episod 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: BERTAHAN. Friendship ini boleh tahan lama. Bau dah busuk sikit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-9142922652436994163?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9142922652436994163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/minggu-minggu-kritikal-hampir-maut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9142922652436994163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9142922652436994163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/minggu-minggu-kritikal-hampir-maut.html' title='Minggu-minggu kritikal hampir maut'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7944835899735599863</id><published>2011-12-08T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:30:17.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Selsema</title><content type='html'>Walaupun aku jadi agak selsema bila tengok boyfriend pegang beg tangan girlfriend ke hulu ke hilir, tapi deep inside aku rasa how sweet, you'r willing to do anything to the point that it lower people impression on you kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari luar aku cemuh, dari dalam aku salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi betul, dua tiga hari ini aku tak sihat sikit. Selsema. Cuaca, kelas, assignment. Ah, betul-betul cobaaannnn. Dah la 3 minggu lagi final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga cepat sihat semua. Awak juga Syed Firdaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7944835899735599863?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7944835899735599863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/selsema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7944835899735599863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7944835899735599863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/selsema.html' title='Selsema'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2374472511807283701</id><published>2011-12-06T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:49:25.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Tweet for the sweet</title><content type='html'>Im am trying very hard (Yes, I am) to follow the trend of updating everything you do in life. I mean every single thoughts that come to your mind, ok go ahead Zuraini tweet it like very fast. Berak, tweet it. Makan, tweet it. Texting others, tweet saja mah. No need texting like the old time already. Everything di hujung jari. Even when you fail your paper, go ahead tweet it biatch. Okay people, im having the time of life now, okay tweet it lagi. TWEET TWEET TWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE I AM I SIGNED UP FOR THE SITE THAT I THOUGHT WAS LAME -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for every actors that I adore, I searched for syedfirdaus obviously, I searched for my friends but failed, I search again for Syedfirdaus and again failed lagi. And, trying over and over again until I got so fed up.&lt;br /&gt;You see im being so&amp;nbsp;assumptive&amp;nbsp;with everything that I think twitter is not going to work for me. I rather not know it, than know it and then assume about it, and things get worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like staying in dark, don't save me. Really, don't ever try because when light shine, it could really blind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually i failed to become one of the awesome people in society. BYE twitter. You might be sweet, but not sweet enough for me. How ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2374472511807283701?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2374472511807283701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/tweet-for-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2374472511807283701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2374472511807283701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/tweet-for-sweet.html' title='Tweet for the sweet'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7360229323308036342</id><published>2011-12-03T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:01:56.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Cinta yang dipukul ombak</title><content type='html'>Walaupun abang hariz sangat kacak bergaya, tapi aku sangat kecewa dengan keseluruhan penyusunan plot cerita. Izzah dengan pelat orang putih bersama lilitan tudung yang gila menyampah. Lisa Surihani yang errr terlebih kurus, kenapa kenapa kenapa lisa?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, hentikan filem adaptasi novel kalau director tak boleh sampaikan keseluruhan mesej yang ada di dalam novel. Karya Fauziah Ashari memang epic sebab boleh buat ramai gila perempuan menangis gila babs dulu. Tapi filem ini lansung tak berjaya menitiskan air mata suci aku. Ada scene potong stim. Ada scene yang tujuannya sedih, tapi jadi kelakar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, apa yang aku nak bagitahu ialah, pssst aku dah tengok ombak rindu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7360229323308036342?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7360229323308036342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinta-yang-dipukul-ombak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7360229323308036342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7360229323308036342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinta-yang-dipukul-ombak.html' title='Cinta yang dipukul ombak'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-494637103637820735</id><published>2011-11-30T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:25:55.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Wedding notes and love recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wedding, this is what Zahiril wrote and read to his beloved wife, Shera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Aku pasti punya masalah tiap kali ingin menulis puisi buatmu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entah kenapa, kuasa cintamu lebih hebat dari kata-kata yang akan terkeluarkan,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;saat itu lansung aku setuju yang dirimu satu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan hari ini kau telah menjadi isteriku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ampunkan aku kalau aku pernah berkasar, ampunkan aku kalau aku pernah mengherdik,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ampunkan aku kalau aku pernah menjerit, ampunkan aku kalau aku pernah terpekik, melolong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isteriku, percayalah sebabnya ialah kasih dan cinta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Akan ku jaga kau seperti ku jaga diriku sendiri, memang hidup itu tidak pernah ada jaminan keselamatan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahaya, ancaman di mana-mana. Tapi selagi kau dalam dakapanku,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku berjanji akan menjagamu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setiap saat dan waktu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;setiap siang dan malam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;setiap guruh dan hujan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;setiap panas dan terik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setiap nafasku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku sering menadah telapak tangan dan memohon pada Tuhan agar kau, bukan sahaja menjadi isteriku tetapi menjadi isteri yang disayangi Allah Ta'ala.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isteriku, selamat datang ke hidupku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat menjadi isteriku, selamat menjadi ibu pada anak-anakku kelak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat menjadi menantu ibu bapaku, selamat menjadi adik dan kakak pada adik beradikku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat menjadi keluargaku, selamat menjadi pelengkap hidupku.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat menjadi separuh dari aku."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can a wife not cry to this kind of love notes.&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/-o889bT-9lKc/TtXKTbG92CI/AAAAAAAAD-U/QMZWiPTdq40/s1600/a+%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o889bT-9lKc/TtXKTbG92CI/AAAAAAAAD-U/QMZWiPTdq40/s400/a+%252812%2529.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;This is a new start to a life long journey, selamat Zahiril and Shera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-494637103637820735?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/494637103637820735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-notes-and-love-recital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/494637103637820735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/494637103637820735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-notes-and-love-recital.html' title='Wedding notes and love recital'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o889bT-9lKc/TtXKTbG92CI/AAAAAAAAD-U/QMZWiPTdq40/s72-c/a+%252812%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-9175905673634402473</id><published>2011-11-28T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:22:19.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Kita semua penting</title><content type='html'>Semua orang nak rasa diri dia penting, untuk selalu dihargai. Sekali dia rasa diri dia tak penting lagi, tak dipedulikan lagi, dia akan mula jauh hati. Dia akan mula cakap benda-benda gila yang berbaur sedih, dan jauh hati. tapi kadang-kadang menyampah bila sampai ke telinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunci dia satu sahaja, dia nak rasa dia pun penting dalam sesebuah komuniti itu. Siapa mahu dilayan macam sampah? Ada tak ada, sama sahaja padahal setiap hari dia bertenggek kat situ. Tapi sebab orang rasa dia tak penting, orang buat tak tahu sahaja. Dia buat macam-macam untuk orang rasa dia penting, tapi orang tetap rasa dia tak penting. Buat semak sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama-lama, dia sendiri akan rasa yang dia tak diperlukan. Akhir sekali, dia akan lari, pergi jauh-jauh ke tempat di mana orang merasakan dia itu seseorang yang maha penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini, buat orang rasa penting sekali sekala, cakap benda manis yang kalau kau tiada, aku mati. Tapi bukan dalam nada perli, nanti boleh buat gaduh. Ini semua pasal nak jaga hati dan perasaan. Ini benda betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-9175905673634402473?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9175905673634402473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/kita-semua-penting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9175905673634402473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9175905673634402473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/kita-semua-penting.html' title='Kita semua penting'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2056826231212319938</id><published>2011-11-27T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:13:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany</title><content type='html'>A tasteful and healthy breakfast for two. For a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat awal muharram. Semoga semuanya akan bermula dan berakhir dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: You are healthy and cheap, this is why I love you subway nomnomnom. Budak gemuk gemar mengambil breakfast di pagi hari kerana budak gemuk pada pukul 3 pagi semalam, tidak berapa kenyang menjamah roti pisang. BARRA you are bad for giving me no satisfaction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2056826231212319938?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2056826231212319938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/breakfast-at-tiffany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2056826231212319938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2056826231212319938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/breakfast-at-tiffany.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8035554753001580189</id><published>2011-11-26T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:46:42.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of breaking dawn and burger</title><content type='html'>Okay terima kasih syed sebab sudi teman menonton cerita Breaking Dawn yang sudah lama ditunggu-tunggu. Walaupun aku tahu kau tak suka, penuh dengan kritikan, dan gelak sinis, tapi aku tahu kau pun terhibur dengan kebodohan cerita itu. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun agak mengecewakan, tapi puas hati selepas lama menanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, aku boleh dengan tenang membuat tutorial criminal mummy. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Serius burger abang John betul-betul paling sadap satu dunia. Sebati semua rasa. Paling manang lah! kalau kamu-kamu ada kesempatan, pegi damansara utama ada itu kedai burger depan itu uptown hawker. Paling sadappp lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8035554753001580189?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8035554753001580189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-breaking-dawn-and-burger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8035554753001580189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8035554753001580189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-breaking-dawn-and-burger.html' title='Of breaking dawn and burger'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3859559351840239523</id><published>2011-11-25T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:04:52.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu'/><title type='text'>Broken strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/1Op_ajypUrs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Op_ajypUrs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Op_ajypUrs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;James Morrison-- Get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I haven't recover completely from the previous failure. And now, I'm making a scene. What a fool. Big apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3859559351840239523?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3859559351840239523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-was-wrong-was-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3859559351840239523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3859559351840239523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-was-wrong-was-me.html' title='Broken strings'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2541394396498379168</id><published>2011-11-25T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:51:31.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Sesalan dari seberang</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang aku tidak mahu Bapa aku fikir yang aku ni kaki minta duit saja. Bila Bapa call, akhir cerita minta duit. Bila aku call, akhir cerita, minta duit. Bila text aku, akhir cerita minta duit. Bila aku text, duit duit duit duit. Kau ingat bapa kau kerja cop duit haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi I have no choice. Kalau tak minta duit kat dia, aku nak minta duit kat siapa lagi. Aku tak sampai hati nak minta kat abang aku sebab dia pun ada family mahu jaga. Sanak saudara yang lain lagi, aku tak mahu lah orang kata Mak Bapa aku tak mampu tampung belanja aku. Hantar sekolah seberang laut boleh pula, lepas itu nak menyusahkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menusuk kalbu tiap kali aku buat assumption macam itu. Bila dependant sangat dengan orang, lepas itu di baling dengan perkataan "tak kenang budi betul budak ni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam sekarang, aku rasa bersalah. Aku rasa sebab ini lah Mak Bapa orang-orang borneo jarang sekali mahu hantar anak ke seberang laut. Sebab belanja dan menyusahkan diri sendiri malah orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf mak bapa. Tinggal 2 tahun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2541394396498379168?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2541394396498379168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/sesalan-dari-seberang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2541394396498379168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2541394396498379168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/sesalan-dari-seberang.html' title='Sesalan dari seberang'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3416609936659727940</id><published>2011-11-25T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:30:59.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Di belakang jalan lurus ada itu gaylord focker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab aku sudah lama tak tengok persembahan teater, aku jadi agak rindu. Dan geli hati. Aku sampai lupa elemen apa yang perlu ada, pelakon terbaik itu macam mana, jalan cerita menarik itu bagaimana, soundtrack sedap itu macam mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, UiTM MockTrial memang menghiburkan. Penuh elemen jenaka sampai penonton boleh lupa yang intipati-nya berkisar dalam linkungan norma undang-undang. Matlamat sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu, Teirma kasih Uitm MockTrial di belakang jalan lurus, it was fun and "something". Terima kasih menceriakan malam aku walaupun aku terlepas menonton rancangan the X-Factor sob. Sekejap lagi aku baca spoiler untuk malam esok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great show, great actors, great seat, great view, great companion and great food. Romba thanks rakan-rakan! Psst, tak sangka suara Fad boleh sibijik dengan Imran Ajmain, tercabar dia. Kecut telur sekejap. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308589_270211783023011_100001025733126_859364_1806991811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/308589_270211783023011_100001025733126_859364_1806991811_n.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rugi siapa tak datang.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, terima kasih Mootclub untuk tiket free. Kerana menghadiri Motivasi Santai #Cinta Fazley, dapat lah juga special seat untuk view yang lagi sedap. Terima kasih banyak banyak noks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3416609936659727940?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3416609936659727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/di-belakang-jalan-lurus-ada-itu-gaylord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3416609936659727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3416609936659727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/di-belakang-jalan-lurus-ada-itu-gaylord.html' title='Di belakang jalan lurus ada itu gaylord focker'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6051298906412288112</id><published>2011-11-24T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:22:31.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu masa depan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Praktikal selama sebulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuti semester kali ini aku akan bekerja tanpa gaji buat kali pertamanya. Praktikal memang saat yang paling aku tunggu-tunggu sebab masa praktikal lah aku nak tengok environment kerja nanti, belajar serba sedikit pasal kerja yang bakal aku lakukan, netwroking, dan juga "cuci mata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata Fazley Yaakob, "keep your option opennn" Muawahaha. Tahik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku agak risau dengan pilihan tempat praktikal aku sebab selalunya praktikal dekat court ni memang tiada kerja lansung. Jabatan Peguam Negara lagilah bohhhsan sebab duduk library buat tahik mata sahaja. Mahkamah yang pandang rendah praktikal student tak bagi kerja apa-apa lansung memang lagi lah bohhhsan sebab court hearing hari-hari. Tahik telinga akan berlambak lah. Apatah lagi tempat-tempat high profile, memang kerja pergi mencapap sahaja lah. Buang masa, tanpa gaji memang description yang cukup tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahkamah Tinggi Kota Kinabalu yang memang banyak kes bunuh memang pilihan pertama aku since dekat gila dengan rumah. Tapi, I would still prefer firm untuk jadi tempat praktikal sebab memang boleh belajar banyak. Apalagi kalau bos open minded tak kedekut nak bagi kerja dekat praktikal student memang cukup bagus pengalaman kerja untuk diisi dalam resume nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well nak ubah fikiran sekarang memang dah terlambat sebab application dah tutup. Huwarghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang application sedang diproses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good Luck people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ugs92eZpCQ/Ts4B0tpAASI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEdWC19avkw/s1600/scan0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ugs92eZpCQ/Ts4B0tpAASI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEdWC19avkw/s400/scan0015.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orang kampung, kita jumpa di Mahkamah Tinggi Kota Kinabalu.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6051298906412288112?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6051298906412288112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/praktikal-selama-sebulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6051298906412288112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6051298906412288112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/praktikal-selama-sebulan.html' title='Praktikal selama sebulan'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ugs92eZpCQ/Ts4B0tpAASI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEdWC19avkw/s72-c/scan0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3166817513228090766</id><published>2011-11-22T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:13:53.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Asalnya dari syaiton</title><content type='html'>Sebenarnya, manusia tak pernah lari dari perasaan hasad dengki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durjana betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Aku pun begitu juga."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3166817513228090766?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3166817513228090766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/asalnya-dari-syaiton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3166817513228090766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3166817513228090766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/asalnya-dari-syaiton.html' title='Asalnya dari syaiton'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6775570186478930090</id><published>2011-11-22T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:47:29.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Second year of my bachelor degree</title><content type='html'>I never thought that school can be so much fun these days. My classmates terbaik. We come from different background, and we are not even from the same matriculation. Yet, we can mingle like a bunch of flea flying together, sucking blood for survival. Yes, I'm giving you a simile to compare us with flea. Or a metaphor? I don't know. I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have &amp;nbsp;I tell you about our beloved lecturers? Lecturer(s) mostly funny, and very nice like kitten unless you mess with them. They would of course, cut you into pieces, that you can never stand up on your feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a place where you can joke with everyone about anything, without any judgement and wild gossips going around. No bad mouthing, well correct me if there is any, but as far as I know &lt;i&gt;nada&lt;/i&gt;. You can LOL LOL LOL so many time with everyone, even at the most crucial time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I never thought my second year of degree in UiTM would brings me so much joy and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I'm having the time of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should go for a nice picnic at the beach kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6775570186478930090?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6775570186478930090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/second-year-of-my-bachelor-degree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6775570186478930090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6775570186478930090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/second-year-of-my-bachelor-degree.html' title='Second year of my bachelor degree'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1171973418271208009</id><published>2011-11-19T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T07:56:59.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rindu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- one of those&amp;nbsp;untranslatable&amp;nbsp;Malay words.&amp;nbsp;Nearest English equivalent being longing or nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How untranslatable it is be, I still can feel it right through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;rindu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you already, mother. Can't wait to see you this coming January. Till then, stay healthy and be safe. And don't be too hard on yourself. &lt;i&gt;Ang mahal talaga kita aisehhhman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1171973418271208009?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1171973418271208009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/unbearable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1171973418271208009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1171973418271208009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/unbearable.html' title='Unbearable'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3625785891980070755</id><published>2011-11-19T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:01:29.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duka dalam gembira</title><content type='html'>Dalam keadaan yang sungguh hiba, aku ingin mengucapkan selamat bernikah kepada Zahiril Adzim dan pasangannya Shera Aiyob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga semuanya berjalan dengan lancar. Selepas ini, tiada lah lagi jejaka yang aku idam-idamkan selain Said pidaus.&amp;nbsp;Semoga berbahagia ke anak cucu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3625785891980070755?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3625785891980070755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/duka-dalam-gembira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3625785891980070755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3625785891980070755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/duka-dalam-gembira.html' title='Duka dalam gembira'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-869604643779845028</id><published>2011-11-18T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:26:46.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you like a love song baby</title><content type='html'>&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/-8O4Q4dTb13s/TsawDyJIXiI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZVeKlDVoPPk/s1600/Untitled+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8O4Q4dTb13s/TsawDyJIXiI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZVeKlDVoPPk/s320/Untitled+112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome meatball carbonara, and fattening nan cheese mozzallera baby. I'm being spoiled with yummy food every weekend. And that's why, I'm the sexiest fat ass woman alive. Ohjyeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/sgRb_lfIZ6A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgRb_lfIZ6A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgRb_lfIZ6A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;James Morrison, I won't let you go. Sleeping while listening to this to scare the ghost away. I'm nothing without Kecik, be back home cepat sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-869604643779845028?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/869604643779845028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-like-love-song-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/869604643779845028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/869604643779845028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-like-love-song-baby.html' title='I love you like a love song baby'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8O4Q4dTb13s/TsawDyJIXiI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZVeKlDVoPPk/s72-c/Untitled+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4480395630627937055</id><published>2011-11-18T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:22:20.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"There is a part of me that wanted it to be yours".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, blair, is quite remarkable. Even how sassy it may sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4480395630627937055?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4480395630627937055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/xoxo-gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4480395630627937055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4480395630627937055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/xoxo-gossip-girl.html' title='xoxo Gossip Girl'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-682742119492254917</id><published>2011-11-15T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:30:13.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Sudahlah, masih sempat untuk kembali</title><content type='html'>Bila takat A plus di kertas tapi F dalam menjalani kehidupan seharian, sebaiknya duduk diam-diam di rumah dan mulai menilik mana yang halal mana yang haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut terlajak buah sehingga berbuah, menyesal tak terhingga. Kecewa sang tua, berkecai lah segala bahagia. Tinggal debu, yang menunggu masa untuk ditiup angin. Persis memori yang bakal hilang bila-bila tiap kali ada orang baru menjelma. Sampai bila? Ini patut diajukan tiap kali dalam onar menikmati kebahagian palsu. Sampai bila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, masih belum terlambat untuk siapa-siapa. Mohon ampun, selagi mampu. Kerna bila sudah tiada, yang dibilang hanya dosa yang berselirat seluruh tubuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu, tak ter-cover.&lt;br /&gt;Risau, tak terhingga.&lt;br /&gt;Gelabah, tak tentu arah.&lt;br /&gt;Mati, sendiri seksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sudahlah, learn your lessons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-682742119492254917?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/682742119492254917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/sudahlah-masih-sempat-untuk-kembali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/682742119492254917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/682742119492254917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/sudahlah-masih-sempat-untuk-kembali.html' title='Sudahlah, masih sempat untuk kembali'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4431645753884182961</id><published>2011-11-13T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:58:00.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Aesthete</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Threesome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and if you asks me on how it taste. It taste like hell. It's a blooming disgrace. I like the idea of it being so functional and&amp;nbsp;aesthetically&amp;nbsp;pleasing in the eyes of you, yet if you are in the move, it doesn't feel good. &lt;i&gt;et al.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Healthcare adalah subjek pertama untuk diponteng semester ini. Terima kasih dan, aku sedikit rasa bersalah. Mungkin sudah lama tinggalkan aktiviti ini sejak tinggal dengan cracked head seorang ni, tapi boleh biasakan. Alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4431645753884182961?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4431645753884182961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/aesthete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4431645753884182961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4431645753884182961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/aesthete.html' title='Aesthete'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8363548009406788319</id><published>2011-11-13T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:08:38.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Ugly truth #1</title><content type='html'>True that when a girl has a boyfriend, they will leave behind their sweet beautiful friendship with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad being that kind of girl -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever still has the chance of being single, and available with bundle of friends surrounding her to laugh-tease-sleep-eat-shopping, treasure them and never leave them even though you have Lee Hom as your new partner to mingle. Spend time with them. Call them for lunch. Text them to ask about their mom (?). Or even wall her to invite for yamcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore ladies and gentlemen, I shall never stop Syed from spending time with his friends. Because I already lost mine, I wouldn't want him to experience this sucks feeling of mine being alone. Never ever be so selfish when you are in a relationship and never ever abandoned your friends for your boyfriend. Because, who wouldn't know, hujan di tengah hari, impian pelamin tak kesampaian, then you would die alone in your beautiful little coffin without friends visiting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*face slap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8363548009406788319?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8363548009406788319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/ugly-truth-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8363548009406788319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7483293311321905911?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7483293311321905911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/re-lacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7483293311321905911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7483293311321905911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/re-lacking.html' title='Re Lacking'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6845485962944809544</id><published>2011-11-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:42:17.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Traumatic</title><content type='html'>Truth is, some random Kakak who live infront of my block just died last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hrmph..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she died from denggi berdarah scares me to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What should I do then?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6845485962944809544?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6845485962944809544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/traumatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6845485962944809544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6845485962944809544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/traumatic.html' title='Traumatic'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1008602895001886557</id><published>2011-11-08T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T04:39:29.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Blissful holiday</title><content type='html'>What a blessful holiday that everything I do is eating, watching, and laughing. Not until&amp;nbsp;Thursday&amp;nbsp;I guess, since I have Admin Trust test on monday *yawnn*. What a "great" monday&amp;nbsp;ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is better than yesterday where I get to eat sampai bloated perut ketat rasa nak muntah. Thanks to the Manhattan Fish Market promotion off-fish-cially for two, hanya RM49.90 sahaja. Of course excluding tax. Semuanya hanya RM60.00. You cannot get a garden salad, a small flame, 1 grilled catch of the day which is one yummy light salmon, and 2 glass of coke for only RM60.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah read this for more info. Kalau ada duit lebih, boleh lah dating berdua atau makan beramai-ramai :) This promotion lasts until 5th december 2011 so you still have time to plan with your love one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319624_10150822646675300_102467240299_21046998_910729342_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/319624_10150822646675300_102467240299_21046998_910729342_n.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you this was my lunch with Syed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my dinner, like what I gembar-gemburkan dalam entry sebelum ini that im desperately craving for sushi so jyeah sushi king it is. Since I had my lunch at 3pm, and sushi's at 6.30pn, my tummy still penuh "sikit" but untuk-mu sushi gua sumbat sampai ketat tak boleh bernafas. Syed sampai terlantar kat kerusi, you bet. Tak lama lagi gemuklah dia. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in between lunch and dinner, I tried this one awesome dessert I saw on tumblr. Dessert before dinner always make my day happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to warn you that this picture below will definitely blow your mind, that you would rush to one of the nearest mall to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu97ohvk2J1qe83i7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu97ohvk2J1qe83i7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lub5hvEJFU1r5lxllo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lub5hvEJFU1r5lxllo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I TOLD You, EAT A CINNABON AT CINNABONNN&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blissful.&amp;nbsp;Krohkrohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Thankyou awak for an awesome day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1008602895001886557?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1008602895001886557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/blissful-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1008602895001886557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1008602895001886557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/blissful-holiday.html' title='Blissful holiday'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5627833977296501708</id><published>2011-11-06T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:56:31.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>I love you moar moar moar</title><content type='html'>Ayah-- di Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubaan pertama;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Pa! Aku balik sana on 25th boleh bha kan? Exam aku habis 21th.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Iya lah bha, mana-mana kau. Aku beli tiket saja. Kau tentukan tarikh sama masa.&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BERJAYA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubaan kedua;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: PA! kau marah ka kalau aku minta 300 lagi untuk aku spend cuti ni?&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Nda lah, kau yang marah kalau teda duit.&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Mana tahu kau marah sebab baru 2 hari aku minta 200.&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Nda apa, lagipun kau kan raya satu orang. Pegi lah masak sendiri makan sendiri. *Gelak*&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Kesian kan pa?&lt;br /&gt;Pa: *gelak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BERJAYA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how a father loves his daughter. Kuikui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5627833977296501708?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5627833977296501708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-moar-moar-moar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5627833977296501708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5627833977296501708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you-moar-moar-moar.html' title='I love you moar moar moar'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6338788707856139002</id><published>2011-11-06T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:04:57.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Lone ranger-- Aidil Adha</title><content type='html'>Everyone has their first time in everything. Every first time, is a beginning to something new. It also goes well with happy ending that doesn't really end there, but its a starting of something new ahead. What I can promise you is that, it doesn't always happy along the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today, is my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spending my Aidil adha with Melodi's and Maggi Sedap alone, which actually very sedap despite my craving for some delicious sushi treat. Ahh I can't always ask syed to accompany me to makan Tori Karage or California Temaki whenever my crazy craving attacks me. I wouldn't like to see his tahan-muntah-muka and pretending to have that oh-so-yummy-sushi face while enjoying my sushi treat. Haha. Kasihan Syed actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh actually I was trying to tell you my Aidil Adha experience but I'm sorry that I have nothing to bluff and everything is plain simple today. No sembelih kerbau 15 ekor, only breakfast at Subway, Double chocolate for lunch, and a very nice Maggi Sedap for dinner.&amp;nbsp;How awfully amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy a blessful Aidil Adha everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: I'm not trying to gain sympathy here but just a simple note for me as a reminder how I went&amp;nbsp;through everything&amp;nbsp;during my study days. Just saying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/2338487305229891060-6338788707856139002?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6338788707856139002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/lone-ranger-aidil-adha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6338788707856139002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6338788707856139002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/lone-ranger-aidil-adha.html' title='Lone ranger-- Aidil Adha'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5307665650172892515</id><published>2011-11-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:09:37.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Of contractor and research</title><content type='html'>I come across to one of my -blog-wajib-baca; perempuanjomblo. If you ask me why I like to waste my time around her blawg is that she write more, less advertise stuffs. Not that I hated advertisement, but people come to read about you and your views on certain matters, not selling-ubat-gamat-pil-perancang for your pocket. No offense WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the&amp;nbsp;latest&amp;nbsp;entry on her blawg is about contractor for labor. After a brief&amp;nbsp;background&amp;nbsp;reading on our employment law, and articles about contractor for labour. I found it is true that the new amended provision causes injustice to workers. Government while protecting the rights of the employer, terlepas pandang about pekerja with low income. However, blue collars as well as white collars worker will&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;affected by this new amendments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contractor for labour as your employers instead of your currently principal employers who obviously doesn't own the capital, knowledge, wealth, as well as the production&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;do anything better to our already lacking employment law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Come to think about it, what will happen to me in the future. I'm feeling a bit insecure right now. How am I going to earn high wages in the future with this kind of amendment? How am i supposed to get rich and have a freaking classy and huge piano in my living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought there's something wrong with our current employment law. But i can't figure out what. This is exactly what I supposed to research, not that anti defection law which obviously 'impossible' to challenge all the constitution barriers in legislating one. Blaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy friday everyone, and enjoy your holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5307665650172892515?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5307665650172892515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5307665650172892515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5307665650172892515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html' title='Of contractor and research'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5207384210976256371</id><published>2011-11-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:56:22.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wajib-capai-sebelum-mati #1</title><content type='html'>One of the wish in my &lt;i&gt;wajib-capai-sebelum-mati&lt;/i&gt; is to meet Tun Dr Mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXQhUj38WrY/TrLHoEd7YoI/AAAAAAAABY8/f3XCi0Eu0zM/s1600/tun+dr+mahathir+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXQhUj38WrY/TrLHoEd7YoI/AAAAAAAABY8/f3XCi0Eu0zM/s320/tun+dr+mahathir+blog.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone who have the chance to meet him, please bring me over. I would definitely belanja kau makan besar sampai muntah kat bawah rumah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dahulukan dengan ribuan terima kasih dan please -_______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang beno awok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Zura Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-5207384210976256371?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5207384210976256371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/wajib-capai-sebelum-mati-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5207384210976256371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5207384210976256371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/wajib-capai-sebelum-mati-1.html' title='Wajib-capai-sebelum-mati #1'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXQhUj38WrY/TrLHoEd7YoI/AAAAAAAABY8/f3XCi0Eu0zM/s72-c/tun+dr+mahathir+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7728217131166936035</id><published>2011-11-03T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T04:15:08.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Raya datang lagi?</title><content type='html'>Raya datang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bezanya kali ini raya Haji. Mungkin sudah terbiasa dengan norma yang Raya Aidilfitri lagi gah dan lagi meriah untuk disambut, jadi Raya Haji disambut biasa-biasa saja. Malah, ada yang tak hirau dah dengan upacara korban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi tanya lecturer Healthcare aku, dia kata dia buat korban kali ini di Cambodia. WOAH. Terkejut aku dengar. Jauh betul acara korban dia. Dia kata dia join scheme untuk buat korban di negara-negara yang memerlukan. Ini mesti nak pahala besar punya pasal. Paling cun bila ada seorang classmate aku jerit,&lt;br /&gt;"TAPI PUAN TAK TAKUT KE KENA TIPU? SELALUNYA SCHEME MACAM INI TIPU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHA. Ingat ini skim cepat kaya. Aku gelak besar sahaja. Puan Healthcare aku telan liur agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya datang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan respon seperti "tak balik ka? kesiannya" terngiang-ngiang kat telinga aku beberapa hari ini. Dan ajakan-ajakan manis dari kawan-kawan untuk balik ke kampung halaman mereka cukup aku hargai dan aku akhiri dengan terima kasih sebab sudi mengajak but I had enough. Enough of knowing other family members, end up putus kawan tengah jalan, cukup buat aku segan badan mati tak mahu gara-gara budi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tak balik, aku tarak kisah sangat dah. Sebab every semester pun without fail aku tetap akan balik jumpa parents aku. Well, or maybe I'm used to it already that I don't even bother anymore. Its been 3 years lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alah tegal alah biasa. But I think its still normal to feel a little bit sad kan? Who wouldn't be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm feeling a bit lonely. When are you free again sayang? Let's catch up on all the past hectic days we've been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7728217131166936035?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7728217131166936035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/raya-datang-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7728217131166936035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7728217131166936035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/raya-datang-lagi.html' title='Raya datang lagi?'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1383847594381013967</id><published>2011-11-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T03:52:31.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Lupa- Rasa- Mati--- LRM</title><content type='html'>Gara-gara LRM, aku terlepas ayam berempah semalam. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute buat literature review, memang boleh gila lah. Dah lah itu cardinal part of our proposal. Lagi mahu buat cincai, memang punah lah markah LRM aku semester ini. What can I expect from such a last-last-last minute work. Grammatical errors merata, sentences construction macam tahik. Contents merapu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when I got bored and too lazy to converse verbally, this is what I did with Kecik. BAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&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/-uB_dBIkpunI/TrHmNZMB5bI/AAAAAAAABY0/sAmfii45SMg/s1600/jiwa+kacau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uB_dBIkpunI/TrHmNZMB5bI/AAAAAAAABY0/sAmfii45SMg/s320/jiwa+kacau.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Malaysia nak maju haa? BLAGHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1383847594381013967?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1383847594381013967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/lupa-rasa-mati-lrm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1383847594381013967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1383847594381013967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/lupa-rasa-mati-lrm.html' title='Lupa- Rasa- Mati--- LRM'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uB_dBIkpunI/TrHmNZMB5bI/AAAAAAAABY0/sAmfii45SMg/s72-c/jiwa+kacau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7781249000497582387</id><published>2011-11-02T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:05:04.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Polisi untuk sendiri</title><content type='html'>Sekarang aku ada satu polisi yang aku ingin ikuti sepanjang saki baki pembelajaran aku di "Malaysia" bumi tercinta ini. Polisi ini aku belajar dari pemerhatian dan sekeliling aku setelah beberapa tahun menghuni di sini tanpa segan dan malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maklum lah, masuk Sabah kena ada pasport bagai. Kau mampu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok polisi aku bunyi macam ni, "jangan meminta kalau kurang memberi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senang untuk aku ikut kan? Kadang-kadang aku rasa susah sebab aku jenis dependant gila babi tapi pengalaman tak seberapa yang aku dapat cukup mengajar aku untuk kurang meminta setelah aku perasan yang aku tiada apa untuk diberi kepada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senang. Tak sakit hati sangat. Dan, hutang budi pun dapat dikurangkan. Jangan minta, kalau kita tiada apa mahu kasi. Tengok? Sabah aku sudah keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang kau mau limpas ka nda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7781249000497582387?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7781249000497582387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/polisi-untuk-sendiri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7781249000497582387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7781249000497582387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/11/polisi-untuk-sendiri.html' title='Polisi untuk sendiri'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7000759418143536448</id><published>2011-10-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:15:04.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, you do make it real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/rRxccy-zcJ8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRxccy-zcJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRxccy-zcJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated specially to Syed Firdaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;James Morrison- You make it real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang beno awok,&lt;br /&gt;Aini rambut basah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7000759418143536448?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7000759418143536448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-you-do-make-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7000759418143536448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7000759418143536448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-you-do-make-it-real.html' title='Yes, you do make it real'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2778054344434664624</id><published>2011-10-30T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:51:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyalak tepi balaci</title><content type='html'>Betul-betul rasa macam balaci sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight is on you, and the hardwork is on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it taste huh?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2778054344434664624?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2778054344434664624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/menyalak-tepi-balaci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2778054344434664624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2778054344434664624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/menyalak-tepi-balaci.html' title='Menyalak tepi balaci'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8407139415460834104</id><published>2011-10-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:10:06.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuak tahap dewa</title><content type='html'>Marilah sama-sama mendoakan kejayaan aku dalam menjawab test Healthcare pada keesokkan harinya, dan test Land pada hari selasa pulak. Setelah tidak-berapa-sibuk dengan pelbagai perkara seperti LDK, Interpart Mooting dan Fund-Raising Dinner, aku sangat 'confident' dapat menjawab test pada kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sial, rileknya aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8407139415460834104?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8407139415460834104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuak-tahap-dewa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8407139415460834104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8407139415460834104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuak-tahap-dewa.html' title='Cuak tahap dewa'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7009369194940766861</id><published>2011-10-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T11:58:17.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, dong!</title><content type='html'># Aku tahu aku tak ramai kawan, tapi janganlah cakap publicly as if I don't have any pride. "KAU TU TAK RAMAI KAWAN" really offended me. I'm sorry but currently, I don't take any jokes as daily meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When I really behave myself, you should know that currently I have so many works yet I'm trying so hard to enjoy myself with a cup of nice people and entertainment so don't go ruined my day by throwing bundle of shit at me. Seriously guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm at fault when I don't respect people much ehem, but I'm trying you know. Very hard. So in return, do respect me because I still have feelings right? If you even considered me as a woman. If not, fine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dont push me too far. deep inside there's space in my heart that I don't bother to fill up. So if you wanna fill that space, do contact me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Classic he said-she said stuff really gets into my nerves now. Blaming you-blaming me, is not a fun game for me. It doesn't excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Acceptance really a world-issue now kan? Why do I even involved in this stuff from the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm afraid of my well-being currently. All my housemates are getting this symptoms and I'm freaking worried about mine. Hopefully, things will get better. Syuhh you dengue, I don't wanna die young. Even if so, I don't wanna die from dengue shit. Get well soon, budak kecik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 test(s) in a row, and night before, a dinner to raise fund for the club. Day before ada LDK a whole day. So when can I finish my notes then? Healthcare tanak kalah pulak semua chapter nak masuk. Cases tanak banyak pulak. I regretted my decision in taking this elective lah, aiyo. Too late to regret, I guess I just have to telan semua-nya with positive attitude and pretend to like this elective-- or else I'm gonna screw this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# How can some people be so selfish nak tukar tarikh due to mooting. Every week pun akan ada mooting session, so you can't run away from test and dateline. Its either you, or somebody else punya turn. Re-consider everything, looks from every side not for your own advantage sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Ber-sekang mata menulis nota yang kebanyakkan masa dihabiskan di blog dan tumblr sahaja. Hail ya James Morrison,thanks for being such a soothing companion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7009369194940766861?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7009369194940766861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-dong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7009369194940766861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7009369194940766861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-dong.html' title='Please, dong!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4524658785703178587</id><published>2011-10-26T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:30:08.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Deepavali and moderation</title><content type='html'>I always come to this one dead conclusion that I'm a man full of selfishness. I believe one cannot moderately be loved, as one cannot moderately be dead. Before agreeing to another, one must certain about one wishes and demands. Unless certainty is ascertain, never get involves in this one damn complicated relationship with human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We demand and demand for more. Each days for new improvement. To never stay the same along the road. To always experience new things. To always expect new difficulties along. To be tough. And eventually to grow old together in a wiser manner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit, doing notes on Deepavali just bore me to distraction. Anyways, Happy deepavali to my beloved Dr. Sheela and everyone :) p/s, Dr.Sheela is on leave for one whole week so ohjyeah see you on thursday night classmates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4524658785703178587?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4524658785703178587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-deepavali-and-moderation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4524658785703178587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4524658785703178587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-deepavali-and-moderation.html' title='Of Deepavali and moderation'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-1933155491667686225</id><published>2011-10-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:44:07.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therefore, I rest my case Yang Arif</title><content type='html'>Dengan ini, aku ingin mengisytiharkan bahawasanya, Kelas Mooting tidak wujud lagi dalam planner study aku untuk semester 4 ini. Semalam tamatlah sudah penderitaan selama 3 minggu (tak cukup sebenarnya) dengan jayanya (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mengerah keringat, dan daki selama 3 minggu, kami berjaya mengutarakan segala hujan yang berkaitan dan tak berkaitan kami dihadapan Yang Arif Miss Ummi Hani. Bagi tepukan sikit kepada kami, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun terdapat sedikit cela seperti ketiadaan kes untuk menyokong hujah pihak Respondan, kekurangan vocabulary untuk menyampaikan isi tersirat dan tersurat kes respondan, dan kekurangan sumber dalam mencari kes, malah ketiadaan peluang dalam menyampaikan hujah yang telah di-draf selama 3 hari akibat sering dipotong oleh Yang Arif, KAMI TETAP BERPUAS HATI KERANA 3 MINGGU YANG LALU SANGATLAH BERBALOI UNTUK DITEMPUHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disini, aku ingin mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada pihak Appellant, Zharif Shafiq; Senior Counsel yang begitu arif mengelentong dalam setiap hujah, dan Nur Afiqah; Junior Counsel yang begitu cantik flow arguments-nya dan pihak Respondan, Amirul Irfan; Senior counsel yang begitu terer dalam penggunaan language-nya dan juga aku, Zuraini Alimusa; Junior counsel yang begitu hebat in beating around the bush ohjyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kalian, siapa lah aku dalam menyiapkan tugasan mooting kali ini. Apapun keputusannya akhir nanti, I love you all to bits kuikuikui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan special thanks to my senior counsel merangkap bestest friend aku, Amirul Irfan, you rocks dude! Its my&amp;nbsp;honor&amp;nbsp;to work with you. And indeed I agreed with you, you'r too charming to resist. Fortunately, Yang Arif agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time you guys. I'll upload the pictures later sebab internet gua macam cibai. BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-1933155491667686225?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1933155491667686225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/therefore-i-rest-my-case-yang-arif.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1933155491667686225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/1933155491667686225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/therefore-i-rest-my-case-yang-arif.html' title='Therefore, I rest my case Yang Arif'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4600746578867880488</id><published>2011-10-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:22:35.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Of mooting and regrets</title><content type='html'>Sekarang ni aku boleh mencarut-carut garu-garu kepala saja sebab its too late for me to change everything that I left out. Ahh, nothing perf-ect right? Sorry its&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;to spell perf-ect here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, if only semua dah tak guna dah. I submitted my written submission and bundle of authorities already, and there's no way for me to amend part yang tertinggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go, oral submission. Hantam mana boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude, 3 weeks mana cukup. With such hectic life schedule. Ahh as always, its totally up to me to manage my time. I &amp;nbsp;should really re-consider my time management again. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need tons of luck this tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4600746578867880488?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4600746578867880488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-mooting-and-regrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4600746578867880488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4600746578867880488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-mooting-and-regrets.html' title='Of mooting and regrets'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8057915999829173094</id><published>2011-10-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:05:15.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Hate is a strong word</title><content type='html'>Perasaan menyampah boleh bertukar jadi benci kan? Kalau overload sangat, hari-hari menyampah- menyampah-menyampah, esok-esok, benci- benci- benci lah jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan main kasar sangat-- aku masih seorang perempuan berhati lemah.&lt;br /&gt;Terusik kadang-kadang, selalu-selalu- bila bulan datang menjenguk.&lt;br /&gt;Itu qualified aku menjadi seorang perempuan cepat terusik kan?&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, jangan kasar sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate is a strong word kan? Aku tak nak lah junjung perkataan hate itu lama-lama. Bagi suam-suam kuku saja. Aku bukan alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama lagi tamatlah semua.&lt;br /&gt;Ye dak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8057915999829173094?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8057915999829173094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/hate-is-strong-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8057915999829173094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8057915999829173094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/hate-is-strong-word.html' title='Hate is a strong word'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8194772015814591943</id><published>2011-10-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:42:44.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Folio warna warni</title><content type='html'>Pagi tadi, sewaktu aku sedang menunggu bundle authorities dan written submission aku siap untuk combing oleh abang rambut tepi, datang seorang perempuan muka tak berapa licin, handpone ter-sangat canggih dan kurus untuk binding kerja kursus dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tengok abang rambut tepi itu belek-belek, dan susun semula kerja dia. Aku tengok lagi untuk kenal pasti objek apakah yang berada di dalam helaian kerja itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terkesima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada cuma lukisan abstrak, 3D yang dulu bagi aku cuma budak-budak umur 3 tahun sahaja suka melukisnya. Tak sangka sekarang lukisan-lukisan macam itu dihasilkan sebagai assignment yang ada due date dan ada markah. Aku kagum sebab sememangnya lukisan dia cantik. Siap lukis spider besar, dengan label bahagian badan lagi -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku tengok bundle aku yang bercover merah, bertaip formal, kertas putih, penuh dengan cases. Aku geleng sedih. Dulu bukan main beria aku kalau tang-tang buat folio ni. Kertas warna warni, tulis tangan cantik-cantik, hias se-kreatif mungkin, letak reben tepi-tepi, dan akhir sekali, hasil yang sungguh buat hati aku gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sejak dua menjak ni, isu masa depan asyik diketengahkan, semalam isu masa lampau. Ini petanda ka apa? Aiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8194772015814591943?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8194772015814591943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/folio-warna-warni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8194772015814591943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8194772015814591943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/folio-warna-warni.html' title='Folio warna warni'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6773892644109908789</id><published>2011-10-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:13:36.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Entry berbaur hina</title><content type='html'>Sekarang baru masuk bulan ke-dua semester, bakal masuk minggu ke-enam kuliah yang jugak bersamaan dengan zaman kemerosotan aku. Duit aku semua masuk longkang, which I don't regret much. Azam masuk semester aku yang satu ini, boleh buang jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Memastikan baki duit dalam akaun pada hujung semester berjumlah RM1,000&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni, aku akan mula rajin menelefon Mak aku untuk mengemis duit makan sebab sememangnya Mak aku hanya akan kesian dengan aku tang makanan. Tang benda lain, Mak aku kata, pegi mampos. Aku redha -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tiap semester, aku rasa aku ada tulis entry yang berbaur hina seperti ini. Yang ini, aku tak pasti yang keberapa. Boleh pergi check previous entry aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti, kali ini kalau aku salah bagi alasan semasa menelefon, aku boleh mati kena parang dengan bapak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, sebelum aku dail nombor bapak aku, aku wajib sudah mendaftar sebagai pengundi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6773892644109908789?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6773892644109908789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-berbaur-hina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6773892644109908789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6773892644109908789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/entry-berbaur-hina.html' title='Entry berbaur hina'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-454040325184081150</id><published>2011-10-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T05:04:23.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Berganjak selangkah pasti</title><content type='html'>Jangan tanya kenapa aku sudah lama tidak merapu-rapu di sini. Bukan kerana-- mata, bukan kerana-- cinta, bukan kerana-- enggan, tapi kerana-- aku yang tidak kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba buat semua benda yang dapat aku gapai sekarang. Aku sudah letih dengan rasa 'inferior' terhadap diri sendiri. Untuk apa memijak-mijak diri sendiri padahal kita ini sahaja makhluk istimewa pencipta. Jadi siapa kita untuk menghina-hina siapa kita. Apatah lagi, memijak-mijak kita di hadapan orang ramai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk itu, aku bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku enggan mengundur lagi. Aku gagahkan mana yang aku risaukan selama ini. Sampai bila? Semua tak akan berubah kalau diri sendiri yang tak ambil tindakan. Ini aku kata pada diri sendiri. Aku degil, orang kata bisik penuh inspirasi aku tepiskan sekuat mungkin dengan "ahhh tak mungkin". Aku degil. Aku cuma dengar nasihat diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekarang, aku dengar kata-kata yang aku sendiri bisikkan. Aku tepis apa yang orang lain bisikkan. Maaf kalau mana-mana yang terasa, sungguh aku tiada maksud apa-apa. Aku cuma melakukan mana yang terbaik untuk diri aku, keluarga aku, dan hidup aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AG9RD2qAaPY/TpQuvJ-1SJI/AAAAAAAABYM/QTNUYd_qUFI/s1600/love%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AG9RD2qAaPY/TpQuvJ-1SJI/AAAAAAAABYM/QTNUYd_qUFI/s320/love%25235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#cinta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKXRx9fSjl4/TpQu3uY04tI/AAAAAAAABYU/iSDYrBDTq2w/s1600/324146_1534941228963_1697812937_808466_665472847_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKXRx9fSjl4/TpQu3uY04tI/AAAAAAAABYU/iSDYrBDTq2w/s320/324146_1534941228963_1697812937_808466_665472847_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Teman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FK1bo6eAeeY/TpQvH_S4LfI/AAAAAAAABYc/fd7Ez5_BArY/s1600/dekan+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FK1bo6eAeeY/TpQvH_S4LfI/AAAAAAAABYc/fd7Ez5_BArY/s320/dekan+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Perjuangan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc8yGuP1V2U/TpQvy7eElqI/AAAAAAAABYk/_Y0IQL9qTZo/s1600/297332_2540080510157_1497992213_2920788_2142539995_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc8yGuP1V2U/TpQvy7eElqI/AAAAAAAABYk/_Y0IQL9qTZo/s320/297332_2540080510157_1497992213_2920788_2142539995_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Kerja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AVlYkx8ZO4/TpQvzhUmTCI/AAAAAAAABYo/8VjAV-0JvTg/s1600/300103_2540080270151_1497992213_2920787_1586762743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0AVlYkx8ZO4/TpQvzhUmTCI/AAAAAAAABYo/8VjAV-0JvTg/s320/300103_2540080270151_1497992213_2920787_1586762743_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#Taulan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, terima kasih yang tak terhingga kepada rakan-rakan yang banyak membantu dalam menjayakan moot workshop sabtu lepas. Yang datang, pasti tak rugi. Yang tak datang, jumpa lagi semester depan. Gagaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-454040325184081150?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/454040325184081150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/berganjak-selangkah-pasti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/454040325184081150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/454040325184081150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/berganjak-selangkah-pasti.html' title='Berganjak selangkah pasti'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AG9RD2qAaPY/TpQuvJ-1SJI/AAAAAAAABYM/QTNUYd_qUFI/s72-c/love%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2712098387237901785</id><published>2011-10-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:33:29.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>Selamat meningkat usia lagi setahun Zuraini. Moga dengan meningkatnya lagi setahun, bertambah bijaksana lah kau dalam menilai mana buruk mana baik untuk diri kau. Jangan jadi bodoh, itu amalan syaiton yang harus dijauhi. Berpada-padalah dalam menjalani liku-liku kehidupan. Hidup hanya sementara, jadi jangan terus menerus buat-buat lupa. Sedangkan yang terang lagi kukuh itu, sedia di depan mata. Dengar cakap mak bapak selalu. Walaupun diberi kebebasan memilih, tapi pilih biar betul. Sesungguhnya, kebebasan yang diberi jangan disalah guna. Kang terlanjur dek kata, hancur lah badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu cakap panjang lagi, Selamat ulang tahun yang ke-21 zuraini ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Jangan ingat aku gila wish diri sendiri, ini peringatan takut aku terlupa di kemudian hari. PEACE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2712098387237901785?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2712098387237901785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2712098387237901785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2712098387237901785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6122895645558528918</id><published>2011-09-30T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:58:24.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moot Workshop</title><content type='html'>End of another hectic problematic&amp;nbsp;Mesolithic&amp;nbsp;week. Hopefully, maturity will come to me as my age increase for the following week. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Zharif and Fiqa for settling every possible works that I need to accomplish within time. Blame my inefficient ways of working, i'll improve it insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I babble things out of control, I would like to invite all of you to our Moot Workshop which would be held at Cempaka 1, 306 on 8th of October 2011, 8.30 until 3.00pm. We will be having 3 great speakers talking about memorial and oral submission. And there's a demo of moot by our awesome mooters from all parts. Don't miss it, or you'r gonna regrets it during your mooting class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa datangg ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6122895645558528918?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6122895645558528918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/moot-workshop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6122895645558528918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6122895645558528918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/moot-workshop.html' title='Moot Workshop'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-6034271400653781445</id><published>2011-09-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:11:10.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Kalau pecah, sila bayar!</title><content type='html'>I was moulded into a very hard but wrecked inside kind of stone. Anyone could break me, but you must first pour extra efforts to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you get your hands on me, be careful because i'm far more fragile than glass. A crack won't possibly break me, but few cracks would definitely crash me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you'r sayin or doin, the message won't get through. Remember? I'm a stone, with a glass inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard but fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-6034271400653781445?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6034271400653781445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/kalau-pecah-sila-bayar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6034271400653781445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/6034271400653781445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/kalau-pecah-sila-bayar.html' title='Kalau pecah, sila bayar!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8158705397789728935</id><published>2011-09-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:12:09.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11pm</title><content type='html'>Walaupun sekarang semester ke-empat aku sudah semakin 'seronok' dengan pelbagai kerja sama ada untuk kemajuan diri sendiri di masa hadapan dan kerja yang pasti memanfaatkan keluarga aku di masa akan datang, aku tetap 'chill'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu complaints banyak sangat, sebab kiri kanan aku ada kawan yang sangat membantu, terima kasih banyak sebab ringankan beban aku &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*tunduk tanda terima kasih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Semester aku kali ini aku mahu set priority aku. Mana yang penting, mana yang kurang penting, mana yang wajib untuk kesejahteraan masa hadapan seperti menumpukan perhatian dalam pelajaran sepenuh hati. Aku tahu, kenyataan ini selalu kedengaran tiap semester -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam kenal kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi semester ini aku mahu improve banyak sikit. Dalaman dan luaran sekali. I want to feel good about myself too. Ini penting untuk bina keyakinan seharian aku. Nak tahu rahsianya? Dail nombor aku, dan jangan segan jangan malu, tanya apa rahsianya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku agak tak puas hati dengan performance aku beberapa semester lepas. Aku boleh buat lebih dari itu, tapi sebab aku dah sesat jauh entah ke mana. Tujuan aku agak lari dari kelakuan sebenar aku. Bangang kan? Oleh itu, set your priority right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, aku selalunya mahukan kepastian, dan bila mana kepastian sudah jadi 'blur'. Aku jadi dingin. Betul, dengan mak bapak aku ja aku tidak pernah dingin kecuali aku makan tak betul. Oleh itu, set your priority right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini keluar dari otak aku lepas keluar dari pejabat prof Shad hari ini. Bak kata Prof Shad, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;set your priority right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8158705397789728935?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8158705397789728935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/1111pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8158705397789728935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8158705397789728935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/1111pm.html' title='11.11pm'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4533300920057719759</id><published>2011-09-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:49:58.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>This is why I'm hot</title><content type='html'>The pressures is on the air.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm still breathing, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;There's bad and good things happening, and we are swallowing deep.&lt;br /&gt;living dreams half a way, and still believing in the old ways.&lt;br /&gt;receiving loves from many, giving back plenty plenty.&lt;br /&gt;why i'm making this entry,&lt;br /&gt;only so you know, that the pressures is on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4533300920057719759?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4533300920057719759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-why-im-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4533300920057719759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4533300920057719759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-why-im-hot.html' title='This is why I&apos;m hot'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-9043401338287360199</id><published>2011-09-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:36:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A death blow</title><content type='html'>I couldn't stand losing something precious in my life. Something that accompanied me for the past 4 months. Something whom made my days even brighter. &amp;nbsp;I shouldn't even defined him as 'something' because I treated him like a little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sick, since the last two days. And today, we lose it to God. Please, look after him. He really likes to have someone play with him , and his favourite milk is Susu Segar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 September 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-9043401338287360199?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9043401338287360199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/death-blow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9043401338287360199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/9043401338287360199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/death-blow.html' title='A death blow'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7970882489549721225</id><published>2011-09-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:24:49.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Pesanan penaja</title><content type='html'>Aku alihkan pandangan pada mana yang aku anggap sudah lepas. Aku larikan pandangan dengan tujuan tiada lagi pandangan double meaning yang boleh mengungkit kembali segala persoalan tiada jawapan terdahulu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sesekali terlirik, aku larikan saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukan sombong, cuma untuk elakkan perasaan yang tak patut sahaja -________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harap semua orang baik-baik sahaja. Dendam yang dulu disimpan, rasanya boleh lah buang sekarang. Umur masing-masing bukan muda lagi. Sesekali menghulurkan senyuman dengan ikhlas, tanpa curiga, penuh manja tak salah kan? Malah, sedekah ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duka dulu, simpan untuk apa lagi? Kan pedih simpan dalam hati. Hati susah nak capai gembira. Kita umur makin meningkat, potensi untuk high blood pressures sangat tinggi. Penyakit harus dicegah kan? Mari kita bermesra di antara kita. Masa bersama dengan masing-masing bukan lama, sekejap saja. Pejam celik, esok dah dini hari. Nak diulang, bukan boleh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir sekali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku harap, semester ini membawa sesuatu yang berlainan dalam diri masing-masing. Ewah, tapi sumpah aku serius bila tulis entry ini ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7970882489549721225?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7970882489549721225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/pesanan-penaja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7970882489549721225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7970882489549721225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/pesanan-penaja.html' title='Pesanan penaja'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2472451636091358062</id><published>2011-09-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:05:59.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Line potong gila!</title><content type='html'>Aku jenis perempuan yang suka puaskan hati kekasih aku. Bukan takat kekasih aku sahaja, kata mak bapak aku pun aku suka turutkan selagi aku fikir ianya baik untuk kesihatan aku. Aku jarang membantah kecuali syaiton merasuk aku. HAA jarang jumpa perempuan macam aku? Kau ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa aku dah terbalik statement di atas, sepertinya aku dahulukan kekasih aku berbanding mak bapak aku. Uihhhhhh jauh sekali niat aku. Jangan salah faham, aku 'agak' adil orangnya. Dan, aku tak derhaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi zaman ini, betul lah lelaki gentlemen susah nak cari dah. Lelaki gentlemen satu package dengan lelaki romantic. Susah nak dapat lelaki satu package sekarang, sebab perempuan macam aku pun dah tak macam zaman nabi dulu-dulu, se-package -__________- koyak sana sini, macam mana mahu demand kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku tak tahu apa nak tulis untuk entry ini, cuma aku bengang dengan line celcom kat area aku ni. Aku tak tahu ini sebab 6% tax by telecommunication companies yang tak jadi ka atau sebab pusat komer-SIAL seksyen 7 ni congested dengan students sangat dah? Which and which, bloody hell betul-betul buat aku mengamuk. Susah aku nak bercinta tahu? Tapi jangan salah faham konon aku ingat kekasih aku saja, aku call mak bapak aku tiap pagi sebelum pergi sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi serius, aku bengang gila sekarang. Mungkin sebab aku lapar. Pagi tadi aku hentam nasi lemak seringgit yang kecik belanja dan 3 potong kek yang aku beli kat Law Pavillion (?), appan jual. Kawan-kawan menjual, aku try support. Tapi serius, fruit tart jual kat depan Audi pun sedap jugak. Jemputlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sial lah, apa kena dengan line celcom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2472451636091358062?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2472451636091358062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/line-potong-gila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2472451636091358062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2472451636091358062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/line-potong-gila.html' title='Line potong gila!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-5237257625174933566</id><published>2011-09-18T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T03:26:22.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu cinta'/><title type='text'>Sunday snippet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDD_dnhFF4/TnXEojXb4II/AAAAAAAABX4/nlhLJuxeKm4/s1600/2011_09_18_18_04_36_655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDD_dnhFF4/TnXEojXb4II/AAAAAAAABX4/nlhLJuxeKm4/s320/2011_09_18_18_04_36_655.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepin soundly, comel sungguh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgqZ1vG0PEo/TnXDflUDmEI/AAAAAAAABX0/vXd1Aav94cI/s1600/2011_09_18_18_04_21_155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgqZ1vG0PEo/TnXDflUDmEI/AAAAAAAABX0/vXd1Aav94cI/s320/2011_09_18_18_04_21_155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving me alone, blogging and tumblr-ing sobb :'(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46MRh699SyM/TnXE1rbBS0I/AAAAAAAABX8/rdKof2i6i2g/s1600/2011_09_18_18_12_11_355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46MRh699SyM/TnXE1rbBS0I/AAAAAAAABX8/rdKof2i6i2g/s320/2011_09_18_18_12_11_355.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found a playmate, web-caming along the time -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDoH6tx1Qb8/TnXGrw64lvI/AAAAAAAABYE/4LvVZvhmxFc/s1600/2011_09_18_18_05_07_443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDoH6tx1Qb8/TnXGrw64lvI/AAAAAAAABYE/4LvVZvhmxFc/s320/2011_09_18_18_05_07_443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baju over-sized atau aku yang over-sized ? -_________-"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZeoYZPCpZg/TnXHHA3fjgI/AAAAAAAABYI/ztOJRcBLQNI/s1600/2011_09_18_18_12_03_822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZeoYZPCpZg/TnXHHA3fjgI/AAAAAAAABYI/ztOJRcBLQNI/s320/2011_09_18_18_12_03_822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85m7S6poKgw/TnXFO6TRLhI/AAAAAAAABYA/4RfZf9-Yh0U/s1600/2011_09_18_18_12_22_763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85m7S6poKgw/TnXFO6TRLhI/AAAAAAAABYA/4RfZf9-Yh0U/s320/2011_09_18_18_12_22_763.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beuatiful sunday, good day everyone ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;Siapa ada open house lagi? Jemputlah mariiii. Rayew setahun sekali, tahun depan tak tahu ada lagi.&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;&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/2338487305229891060-5237257625174933566?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5237257625174933566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-snippet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5237257625174933566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/5237257625174933566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-snippet.html' title='Sunday snippet'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDD_dnhFF4/TnXEojXb4II/AAAAAAAABX4/nlhLJuxeKm4/s72-c/2011_09_18_18_04_36_655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7012868289740444644</id><published>2011-09-17T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:31:36.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Jadual kemas rumah-- ambil perhatian!</title><content type='html'>Aku menyirap lah kalau penat-penat buat jadual kemaskan rumah, siap tampal dekat pintu, paper color kuning terang tapi masih buat-buat tak nampak, memang boleh buat gaduh angkat parang lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study-- study jugak. Komitmen lain-- silalah bukak mata besar-besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut, bulu ketiak, habuk atas bawah, tak sedap juga lah nak belajar kan? Kalau rasa selesa, tarak apa lah. Mungkin, aku yang agak pengotor ini masih boleh diselamatkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7012868289740444644?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7012868289740444644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/jadual-kemas-rumah-ambil-perhatian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7012868289740444644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7012868289740444644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/jadual-kemas-rumah-ambil-perhatian.html' title='Jadual kemas rumah-- ambil perhatian!'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7034043501756029876</id><published>2011-09-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:43:44.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Brand? Quality?</title><content type='html'>Kualiti dan jenama adalah dua benda yang berbeza. Jangan campur adukkan kedua-dua perkara. Mentaliti ramai orang, bukan orang ramai, ialah benda berjenama mesti berkualiti. Yang kualiti tidak ada pada benda yang murah. Bila jenama terpampang besar dekat sesuatu barangan, pooff benda ini kualiti seratus peratus punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benda ini ada betulnya. Ada salahnya juga. Benda murah memang betul dua tiga bulan pakai dah hancur. Tapi, ada juga barang murah tahan sampai tahun. Ikut pengalaman aku yang pakai lebih kepada tahap kebosanan, murah mahal-- bila aku dah bosan, aku tetap tak akan pakai dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin aku sedikit emosi sebab sebenarnya aku tak mampu beli barangan jenama harga ratusan ringgit. Mungkin, sifat kedekut aku -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, tarak apa-apa lahh. Brand atau tak gua tarak kisah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7034043501756029876?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7034043501756029876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/brand-quality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7034043501756029876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7034043501756029876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/brand-quality.html' title='Brand? Quality?'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4356961692566857058</id><published>2011-09-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:44:30.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sinis'/><title type='text'>Etnik</title><content type='html'>Bosan lah asyik cakap pasal asal usul aku, apa kata letak aku dalam kaca buat display saja, dan tulis besar-besar ASAL USUL; SABAH. ETNIK; SULUK. HOBI; PARANG ORANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noktah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas itu, ada soalan lagi tak? Tapi minta maaf lah, time tu aku tak boleh jawab dah sebab dah dalam kaca kan, displayy bagi orang tengok sajalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat jugak asyik melayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4356961692566857058?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4356961692566857058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/etnik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4356961692566857058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4356961692566857058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/etnik.html' title='Etnik'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-8273891874585875364</id><published>2011-09-17T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:35:48.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Perihal diri dan Tuhan</title><content type='html'>Aku kira dunia sudah mahu kiamat. Kali ini aku macam terdonggak ke atas sambil fikir yang ini betul-betul zaman pengakhiran. Siapa bijak, akhir nanti dia selamat lah. Yang hanyut, seronok tanpa henti lah. Duit melonggok, kaya raya, hati konon bahagia sampai lupa yang kegembiraan abadi nun jauh di sana. Yang kuat saja boleh mencapainya. Yang lemah, hati terus pura-pura gembira walhal suram.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku jadi takut sebenarnya. Perasaan takut ini sedikit sebanyak menggembirakan aku, sekurang-kurangnya aku tahu yang hati aku belum gelap sepenuhnya. Masih ada ruang, mungkin Dia masih mahu bantu aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau tahu, Tuhan betul bagi kekayaan untuk terus lalaikan manusia. Makin kaya, makin takbur. Makin duit bertimbun, makin lupa diri. Manusia ingat, Tuhan sayang dia tapi sebenarnya bagi kekayaan untuk terus gelapkan hati. Bagi jauh dari-Nya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku bukan cakap pasal Tuhan. Aku cakap pasal diri aku sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku ingat, diri aku pun seperti dunia akhir zaman dah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan perihal ini buat aku sedih, termenung seketika. Mana pergi pegangan selama ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-8273891874585875364?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8273891874585875364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/perihal-diri-dan-tuhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8273891874585875364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/8273891874585875364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/perihal-diri-dan-tuhan.html' title='Perihal diri dan Tuhan'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-4278492631143593069</id><published>2011-09-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:39:22.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu bersama'/><title type='text'>Indah</title><content type='html'>Bila semua yang aku nampak cuma kejelekkan dalam diri, kejelekkan pada orang lain, pada dunia, yang pada mana tiada yang boleh disalahkan cuma manusia sendiri, aku bersyukur yang masih ada orang boleh menghargai kejelekkan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma gelak tawa, usik sini sana, yang tidak pernah lansung mengguris hati masing-masing. Kan lebih indah kalau hati masing-masing lebih besar, tidak dihadkan, dan dibuka kepada fikiran yang lebih matang. Hati kecik yang dibawa kehulu kehilir kadang-kadang penat juga, mahu juga ditinggalkan di satu sudut terpencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, terima kasih sebab hargai kejelekkan yang ada. Tak ramai dah yang melihat, yang lihat pun lebih tertumpu kepada kejelekkan yang terserlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-4278492631143593069?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4278492631143593069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/indah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4278492631143593069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/4278492631143593069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/indah.html' title='Indah'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-2910996725347457349</id><published>2011-09-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:31:23.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Minggu pertama sekolah</title><content type='html'>My very first week of school after 2 years and a half of skipping it had ended up quite relaxing. I only had class til wednesday. And the rest was filled up by touring the town, and spending time with friends and boyfriend. Hence listen to me, you could just skip your first week experience for the next next semester sebab basically tarak ada apa-apa except minor intro by the lecturers. Betulll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have&amp;nbsp;teammates&amp;nbsp;for my mooting and LRM which you know whom, muka ini memang sudah jadi geng sejak semester lepas. Hopefully, with our new team member, Amirul, semua akan jadi bertambah baik. Empat orang kan lebih baik dari bertiga. Dan cakap pasal subject baru, language appreciation betul-betul menarik sebab belajar pasal poems tapi yang tak menarik sebab dapat lecturer masa part two dulu yang boleh buat kau menguap setiap 5 minit -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setakat ini, semuanya baik-baik saja. Alhamdulillah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau kekasih, kenapa makin hari makin comel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Jom dating lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari Malaysia ;), dan Selamat hari merdeka Sabah Sarawak ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-2910996725347457349?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2910996725347457349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/minggu-pertama-sekolah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2910996725347457349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/2910996725347457349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/minggu-pertama-sekolah.html' title='Minggu pertama sekolah'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-7576291845316604282</id><published>2011-09-10T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:18:52.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Rumah sewa</title><content type='html'>Bangun pagi hari ini terlebih awal, pukul 4.40 pagi mata aku dah celik. Melilau lilau melihat sekeliling kalau-kalau ada apa-apa yang luar biasa, yang boleh buat jantung aku terlompat keluar tapi alhamdulillah tiada apa fuhh. Biasalah, ini memang perangai aku kalau tidur seorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak kecik tak balik lagi, sibuk beraya lagi. Tak apa, aku bagi can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 7 pagi aku dah bangun pergi mandi. Air waktu pagi sememangnya menenangkan sebab sejuk apalagi kalau semalam tak mandi -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ingat, tiap kali mandi mulakan dengan menjirus kaki dahulu. Tapi pagi tadi aku lupa gara-gara terlampau lapar aku gelojoh sikit nak mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat pukul 8 pagi, aku ajak seorang housemate aku dari kelantan yang baru sampai pekena nasi lemak kat Nasi Lemak Cinta Sayang. Sebenarnya, dia tanak breakfast pun sebab tengah hari kang dia nak keluar dengan teman lelakinya. Katanya, dah 4 bulan tak jumpa. Aku faham sangatlah, sebab aku pun dalam situasi yang sama. Nasib baik dia masih nak teman aku almaklumlah kemarin aku tak makan nasi lansung. Aku makan kuih raya yang aku tapau dari rumah, bersama kuih almond london yang budak kecik letak atas meja study ditemani dengan air mirinda dalam peti sejuk, itu pun dari budak kecik juga. Terima kasih ya, kalau tak kebuluq aku semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama lepas tu, kami balik rumah. Satu rumah dikejutkan dengan bil letrik hantu sebanyak rm40.01 untuk bulan ogos. SIAPA YANG TINGGAL KAT RUMAH TIME BULAN PUASA TU? SYAITON KENA IKAT JADI MANUSIA MANA YANG DATANG RUMAH AKU TIME BULAN RAMADHAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, duit aku bakal lebur untuk bayar bil hantu. Sial lah, puihhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-7576291845316604282?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7576291845316604282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/rumah-sewa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7576291845316604282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/7576291845316604282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/rumah-sewa.html' title='Rumah sewa'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3929095895284179595</id><published>2011-09-10T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T06:02:19.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>From Kota Kinabalu to here</title><content type='html'>Every place can be a very bit lonely sometimes, despite of the people chatting around you. You just gotta ask yourself, who you wanna be among this people? A friend or a foe. Simple as calculating, despite I'm a failure in that but I choose to become a friend. And, a great lover. Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty awesome days after arriving, I still can't believe that after months we are still together, and strong. &amp;nbsp; A vacation, just the two of us, and strangers is what I need the most; we need the most. I'm glad we had that. Thanks for the rose, and vacation too. After this, its not going to be easy when I know that you are near yet so far to reach but I believe that we are going to make it. I have confidence in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the rule is simple, if you wanna lose weight, avoid fatty food. If you wanna be happy, just be with someone you love and appreciate each other, and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;the person who love silence more than everything, but too much of silence breaks me into pieces. I miss the chaotic situations of my family. Pathetic but the truth. ugh, I thought I will never have homesick&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;my life, but I did. Family bonding for the past few months did came out good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm excited for the new subjects. I'm ready for this, and you hear me right I'm gonna hit this semester pretty hard, yes I am. I am not satisfied of the overwhelming result that I got back then. I just don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I lost many of things which some of it I regrets. Its life, pretty hard to swallow, but you just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I miss hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3929095895284179595?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3929095895284179595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-kota-kinabalu-to-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3929095895284179595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3929095895284179595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-kota-kinabalu-to-here.html' title='From Kota Kinabalu to here'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338487305229891060.post-3636831227829353793</id><published>2011-09-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:11:17.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isu sendiri'/><title type='text'>Hari ke-tujuh raya</title><content type='html'>Raya ke-enam, aku dah menolak semua jemputan 'rumah terbukaaa' oleh sesiapa pun. Bukan sebab apa, kalau aku kira-kira lebar perut aku sekarang, aku rasa semua jeans aku memang confirm dah ketat atau lagi teruk--tak muat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minta maaf paling tidak terhingga kepada Raidah Hanisa Ruslan sebab tak dapat pergi rumah kau kemarin, aku sibuk membeli barang keperluan back to school. Almaklum lah, dekat Shah Alam begitu sukar untuk aku mencari barang keperluan atas pelbagai kekangan -_____________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan malam semalam, badan aku dah mula panas. Mata dah mula merah. Tekak aku dah perit. Sebelum tidur, aku telam sebiji panadol. Shit, sebenarnya aku benci panadol sebab it worsen our body, increase body toxic and harms our liver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu kenapa badan aku buat hal, ini sebab cuaca ka atau sebab durian yang aku baham 2 hari lepas, dan tak minum air masak lepas tu? -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau sebab Bapak aku mungkir janji terhadap aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tak mengapalah. Ada jodoh, kita jumpa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: Al fatihah untuk arwah Noramfaizul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338487305229891060-3636831227829353793?l=thegirlthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3636831227829353793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/hari-ke-tujuh-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3636831227829353793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338487305229891060/posts/default/3636831227829353793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/hari-ke-tujuh-raya.html' title='Hari ke-tujuh raya'/><author><name>Zuralimusa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13109446105031058956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-da3kuf6ZwJs/Tb6IJO_QLkI/AAAAAAAABSE/qLztiAU4oz0/s220/IMG_7794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
