<?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-9004499093296493005</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:47.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are All A Little Weird</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Imma sick psycho girl. So, back off.&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3133648413754560245</id><published>2012-01-20T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:48:44.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a weirdo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really am sorry for not updating. (Ada orang tu merajuk kte tak update blog :P)&lt;/div&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://data.whicdn.com/images/21423321/tumblr_ltxvwwwwOV1qehr5oo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21423321/tumblr_ltxvwwwwOV1qehr5oo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://saminichael.tumblr.com/post/16142575250"&gt;saminichael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuff I do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shampoo my hair &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;once in two/three days&lt;/span&gt; and in that period of time &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I will not wetting my hair&lt;/span&gt;. Heheh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep with&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; his hoodie on or just by hugging it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always say I'm okay/I'm fine but I'm actually not and &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;want you to keep asking me about it&lt;/span&gt;. If not, I'll be really sad. You'll never&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;me. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I can't sleep if everyone else is already asleep.&lt;/span&gt; So, I'll try to sleep before anyone else even if I'm not sleepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't look me in the eyes and I'll will not do the same. Why? Because&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I'm afraid that you will see what I've been through and what I really feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I don't like a certain person, I will &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;give them a certain look without me realizing it.&lt;/span&gt; Then my friend will say, "&lt;i&gt;Kalau tak suka pun, tak payah ah pandang sampai macam tu duh&lt;/i&gt;." Sorry, but face can't lie :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if I never tasted a particular food, &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;if it doesn't look good, then I'm not tasting it&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't taste good to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You c&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;an't lay or sleep on my bed &lt;/span&gt;before I go to sleep. Why? Because I don't want my bed and pillow to be warm. I want it to be just cold and nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I don't have any favorite song or band&lt;/span&gt;. So, don't bother asking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is weird?&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Is that I don't have any idea or thoughts on how to explain why I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3133648413754560245?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3133648413754560245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3133648413754560245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3133648413754560245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3133648413754560245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-weirdo.html' title='I&apos;m a weirdo.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6453926878266549090</id><published>2011-12-27T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:42:33.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty much.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/16476117/tumblr_ltgra29vgk1r2w29co1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16476117/tumblr_ltgra29vgk1r2w29co1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://alwayslouder.tumblr.com/"&gt;alwayslouder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;What is your&amp;nbsp;character in life?&lt;/span&gt; Popular, mean, kind-hearted? My&amp;nbsp;character would be '&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The Invisible&lt;/span&gt;'. No one notices me. &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm so easy to forget&lt;/span&gt;. People don't&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm just&amp;nbsp;invisible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I always tell myself to change, make myself outstanding. But I'm just gonna give up in the end because it is just not me. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It's hard not to be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; the quiet girl in the corner&lt;/span&gt;. I may not say much. I don't speak up but what you don't know is, I do listen.&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; I listen to every single thing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I observe everything that people do&lt;/span&gt;, their cloths, attitude, the way they walk. It is all interesting. &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I learnt from them sometimes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say I'm '&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;The Listener&lt;/span&gt;' too. I love to hear stories, problems. Well, &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I'm not that good at giving&amp;nbsp;advises &lt;/span&gt;but at least I can listen. &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;To ease someone's burden.&lt;/span&gt; So that they can smile again and know that they are not alone. &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;There are still someone who cares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's conclude this. I am The Invisible, The Observant and The Listener. &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I can be a superhero now don't you think?&lt;/span&gt; *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-6453926878266549090?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6453926878266549090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6453926878266549090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6453926878266549090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6453926878266549090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/pretty-much.html' title='Pretty much.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5313927271300584467</id><published>2011-12-24T15:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:25:48.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, certainly, baby you're the 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://data.whicdn.com/images/17461387/444396657_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17461387/444396657_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via weheartit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;How can you know if a guy really loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If a guy really likes you,&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; he would do whatever it takes to be yours&lt;/span&gt;. You see, there are&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt; two kinds of "being interested"&lt;/span&gt;. One is, when a guy likes you but has his heart open to other girls. This is the kind that isn't so serious about being serious. The other kind of "being interested" is the kind that&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I want a guy to be interested in you.&lt;/span&gt; This is the kind &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;whose eyes are set on you, and only you&lt;/span&gt;. No other girls. The one that &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sends you those long text messages on how much he means to you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;gives you goodmorning and goodnight calls telling you to have a good day and to have sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt; If a guy really wants to you to be his, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;he wouldn't be ashamed to introduce you his friends and even better, his family.&lt;/span&gt; I would want you to have a guy that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;when he looks into my daughter's eyes, he feels like he doesn't belong anywhere else but your heart."&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/9004499093296493005-5313927271300584467?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5313927271300584467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5313927271300584467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5313927271300584467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5313927271300584467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/yup-certainly-baby-youre-one.html' title='Yup, certainly, baby you&apos;re the one.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2835873489116945345</id><published>2011-12-17T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:33:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will be for life.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/17464693/386415_1586296835313_1772576413_792041_367439818_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17464693/386415_1586296835313_1772576413_792041_367439818_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via weheartit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on&amp;nbsp;December&amp;nbsp;10th 2011 was our 3rd monthsary, sayang. Sorry for the late blog post. Been busy. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;So, Happy 3rd Monthsary, Hairul Imran Ezzat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we cried, times we laughed, times we fight, times we cared for each other, times we're sweeter than honey, times we're jealous, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;times we planned for our future and marriage&lt;/span&gt;. All this times I mentioned, &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I only experienced this from you&lt;/span&gt;. For making me feel very special, making me feel great, helping me to become a better person, teaching me on how to love, loving me with all your heartand for understanding me. &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I thank you baby boo.&lt;/span&gt; Boo, you know how much i love you and how you mean the world to me.&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I will never ever let you go nor give up in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry if sometimes i hurt you, if sometimes I'm making you sad or worried, if sometimes i made you cry, if sometimes i'm the reason why we fight.I hope you'll forgive me sayang. &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Boo, Happy 3rd Monthsary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I love you so much baby boo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We will be for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2835873489116945345?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2835873489116945345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2835873489116945345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2835873489116945345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2835873489116945345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-will-be-for-life.html' title='We will be for life.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6539518499458799683</id><published>2011-12-13T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:32:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;What is life without friends&lt;/span&gt;? Krik krik krik. Nothing right? For me, &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;friends are my everything&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really like to make friends and my friends are a few but these few friends are the one who walk with me through thin and thick. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am seriously an awkward and I can say anti-socialize person&lt;/span&gt;. Well, sorry for being myself. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone first met me or saw me, they'll say&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; how snobbish I look like, how arrogant I am.&lt;/span&gt; Well, I think you got the picture now. But the truth is &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I'm just a serious person and shy and awkward and doesn't know how to talk to people.&lt;/span&gt; Is that my fault for being that way? *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;get to know me.&lt;/span&gt; Try to&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; talk to me first&lt;/span&gt; because, hey, I'll never make the first move. Trust me. Just talk and bare with me. I think you guys would love me after knowing me. Muehehe. No was just joking. But yeah, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;stop judging a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;. No no no, not good. *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps. Life have&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;hectic these past few weeks and I'm kinda tired. My internet&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is block because I didn't pay for it for like 2 months I think. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-6539518499458799683?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6539518499458799683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6539518499458799683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6539518499458799683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6539518499458799683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-with-me.html' title='Live with me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5155851154568954310</id><published>2011-12-03T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:36:45.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like guys who;</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://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luokym6eex1qgb2r5o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luokym6eex1qgb2r5o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5155851154568954310?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5155851154568954310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5155851154568954310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5155851154568954310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5155851154568954310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-guys-who.html' title='I like guys who;'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5422909242375505462</id><published>2011-12-03T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:29:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm cool and you just have to shut up.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/16475627/tumblr_ltgphp0oo11qep56go1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16475627/tumblr_ltgphp0oo11qep56go1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://toeiie.tumblr.com/post/11767714003"&gt;toeiie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not updating for a very long time. you don't even miss me. So, yeah. Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For the last few days, I don't know what's going on with myself. It's like&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I don't wanna talk&lt;/span&gt;. My mouth doesn't wanna say anything. &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Something is wrong but I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;. Nevermind, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;sick since last week I think&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't get any better. Maybe it's&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; the weather or just because I'm really tired walking up and down that hill to my faculty&lt;/span&gt;. Do any of you kindly wanna&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; gimme a car&lt;/span&gt;? Muehehe. I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Something happened recently in my life. It is something that &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I will never forget&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda a wake up call for myself. &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, maybe Allah loves me and wanted to protect me. Thank you Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Assignments?&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah. Like a lot. Seriously. But sadly, I didn't even started yet. &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Come on lazy ass, do your assignments&lt;/span&gt;. Gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; My hair is getting longer.&lt;/span&gt; Ouh, I wish my hair was as good as Kim Kardashian (Ehem, why her again?). Should I cut it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Been seeing my ex quite a few times.&lt;/span&gt; My&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;were calling his name and all. Bro, chill.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Panggil nama pun nak marah ke? &lt;/span&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My boy is more comfortable with me now. I mean &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;he's opening up to me, share stories, laughing and joking around.&lt;/span&gt; I think that's a good start. &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I miss him every second of the day.&lt;/span&gt; Blablabla *forget what I just said. Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dear seniors &lt;i&gt;(Masscomm Part 3, UiTM Melaka),&lt;/i&gt; please, &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I need second-hand text books&lt;/span&gt;. I am really desperate now. Anyone? *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Everything is different now, compare to last semester. &lt;/span&gt;I miss the moment back then. Now everyone is different. We're not that close I think. &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I'm sad because I feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's been &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt; already. I wanna go home. Eat home-cooked meal. Smile and laugh with the family member. Go shopping.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I just miss my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the update. See you soon !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5422909242375505462?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5422909242375505462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5422909242375505462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5422909242375505462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5422909242375505462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-cool-and-you-just-have-to-shut-up.html' title='I&apos;m cool and you just have to shut up.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8222527164773405413</id><published>2011-11-13T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:24:43.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, please come to me.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/17041460/IMG_0049_large.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17041460/IMG_0049_large.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://notafraidtoblackholes.blogspot.com/"&gt;notafraidtoblackholes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt; hard to sleep&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. I sleep about&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; 2-5 hours per day&lt;/span&gt; and I don't think that's fine. A big no. I just don't know why. &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I've been thinking about a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt; Whenever I'm ready to sleep,&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; all sort of things come to mind &lt;/span&gt;and here we go again.&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; I wish I could just sleep with a peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt; Oh Allah, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, it's&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; 2.17 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8222527164773405413?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8222527164773405413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8222527164773405413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8222527164773405413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8222527164773405413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleep-please-come-to-me.html' title='Sleep, please come to me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-782518747443164705</id><published>2011-11-10T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:53:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You should be here.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/15608385/tumblr_lsha7p1iZu1qjfdlfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15608385/tumblr_lsha7p1iZu1qjfdlfo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://l-i-o-n-s.tumblr.com/post/11020685293"&gt;l-i-o-n-s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Awak, Happy Second Monthsary !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are my guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;I am your princess&lt;br /&gt;You are mine&lt;br /&gt;And I am yours forever&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we met&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever I can to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;And let you know my love for you is true&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months now,&lt;br /&gt;You told me you love me and you wanna be mine&lt;br /&gt;So I told you how I feel, I told you I love you back&lt;br /&gt;Two months,&lt;br /&gt;We are still happy and enjoying life together&lt;br /&gt;Let us keep holding on tighter&lt;br /&gt;And never ever let go&lt;br /&gt;I am yours forever&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes&lt;br /&gt;We will take all trials together&lt;br /&gt;We will face all the ups and downs,&amp;nbsp;laughter&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; griefs&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;I will admire you always&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you through band and good times&lt;br /&gt;So do not ever fear about losing your princess&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say "iloveyou"because I mean it from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you sayang,&lt;br /&gt;Until you ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-782518747443164705?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/782518747443164705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=782518747443164705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/782518747443164705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/782518747443164705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-should-be-here.html' title='You should be here.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-100068049176961188</id><published>2011-11-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:44:27.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I didn't sleep at all last night&lt;/span&gt;. Skype and keep&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; refreshing my inbox&lt;/span&gt;. Until...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;4 o'clock in the morning&lt;/span&gt;, 4 unread email was shown on the screen. I was so nervous to open up the email. Dup dap dup dap. I clicked and this showed up;&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/-zhxPRc_aiDA/TrN4eSCLFwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mk50SDB4M58/s1600/result.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhxPRc_aiDA/TrN4eSCLFwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mk50SDB4M58/s1600/result.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;shaking &lt;/span&gt;at that very moment.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; Screaming&lt;/span&gt; I guess (sampai Yana pun sedar. Hihi). I couldn't believe it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Thank you Allah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Thank you for listening to my prayers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. Baba, boleh la belikan Blackberry Bold 3 kan? :) Hihi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-100068049176961188?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/100068049176961188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=100068049176961188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/100068049176961188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/100068049176961188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/11/deans-list.html' title='Dean List'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhxPRc_aiDA/TrN4eSCLFwI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mk50SDB4M58/s72-c/result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7653976535032879333</id><published>2011-10-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:21:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me without you is equal to nothing.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/16796962/179323_122959467776772_100001881595653_158504_7130564_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16796962/179323_122959467776772_100001881595653_158504_7130564_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=122959467776772&amp;amp;set=a.110682452337807.15479.1000018815956"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Baby boo, why are you sho cute?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I send him a MMS with a picture of my perfect wedding ring.&lt;/span&gt; It's not a big giant diamond ring or whatever people want nowadays. It's just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; a plain simple ring with the 'Infinity' symbol.&lt;/span&gt; I want me and him forever, if you know what I'm saying. So, he said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;InsyaAllah one day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCPVdVO8-j8/Tq12bxXnOII/AAAAAAAAA3A/F6xY7nDQ2jk/s1600/tumblr_lrouh31VXl1qbl5mqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCPVdVO8-j8/Tq12bxXnOII/AAAAAAAAA3A/F6xY7nDQ2jk/s1600/tumblr_lrouh31VXl1qbl5mqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the cutest part is when he said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I did some 'research'. Google about it. It's actually hard to find. If it's so hard to find, we'll just custom order the ring. It might be expensive, but it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" First of all, it's so cute of you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;trying to make an effort to actually do some 'research'&amp;nbsp;about it. &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, it is gonna be expensive sayang and I was just saying. I was not serious.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; But you really gonna give me The Ring one day right? :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;You really are the one huh?&lt;/span&gt; Not because of the ring or anything&amp;nbsp;materialistic. It's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;little thing you do make me fall for you more and more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;You're just adorable&lt;/span&gt; and I cannot not to love you. Hihi.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; Love you, sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7653976535032879333?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7653976535032879333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7653976535032879333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7653976535032879333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7653976535032879333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-without-you-is-equal-to-nothing.html' title='Me without you is equal to nothing.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCPVdVO8-j8/Tq12bxXnOII/AAAAAAAAA3A/F6xY7nDQ2jk/s72-c/tumblr_lrouh31VXl1qbl5mqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4342834672272373703</id><published>2011-10-27T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:55:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a good person. Sorry to dissapointing you Umi Baba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Io4RaVXAVg/Tqj_uAoqznI/AAAAAAAAA20/-vbi5ppd6Z0/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="700" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Io4RaVXAVg/Tqj_uAoqznI/AAAAAAAAA20/-vbi5ppd6Z0/s800/DSC_0697.JPG" width="469" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I am officially 18 years old on the October 25th 2011&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not that excited actually. I don't wanna grow up. Hihi. But&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; thank you to all of you for the wishes&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not gonna list down all the names because there's too many. &amp;nbsp;You guys, it's not about who's wish first and all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;One wish and I'm already glad&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Yana did sort of &amp;nbsp;celebrate my birthday with the balloons, cute tiny cakes, card, presents, and everything&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you, Yana. Every year you'll do something different and I&amp;nbsp;appreciated&amp;nbsp;it a lot. Terima kasih kerana melayan kerenah Yah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Me love you very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; the best present I got was my boy. &lt;/span&gt;Seeing him on my birthday was the best birthday gift ever. I miss you already, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. I'm sorry I don't post much nowadays. Lack of inspiration and idea. Till then readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-4342834672272373703?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4342834672272373703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4342834672272373703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4342834672272373703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4342834672272373703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-not-good-person-sorry-to.html' title='I am not a good person. Sorry to dissapointing you Umi Baba'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Io4RaVXAVg/Tqj_uAoqznI/AAAAAAAAA20/-vbi5ppd6Z0/s72-c/DSC_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-574251500426111637</id><published>2011-10-20T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:13:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapi awak tak tau dan awak tak ambil peduli.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="437" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uw0zLFyN1xQ?rel=0" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;This song sing everything that I wanted to say to you.&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/9004499093296493005-574251500426111637?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/574251500426111637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=574251500426111637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/574251500426111637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/574251500426111637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/tapi-awak-tak-tau-dan-awak-tak-ambil.html' title='Tapi awak tak tau dan awak tak ambil peduli.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Uw0zLFyN1xQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7791900801929468635</id><published>2011-10-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:06:16.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I wrong again?</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://data.whicdn.com/images/16331873/tumblr_lkwpjykVH91qfdwsio1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16331873/tumblr_lkwpjykVH91qfdwsio1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://faith--no--more.tumblr.com/"&gt;faith--no--more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I miss the past&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my high school years. You know, fooling around, got books to read, homeworks to be done, crushes, best friends. I miss it. I know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;everything is changing&lt;/span&gt; but I just wanna go back there and have fun. Even just for a while. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Growing up isn't easy&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of things to think of.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I'm mad. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm mad at Peter Pan because he didn't show up at my window at night and take me to Neverland. &lt;/span&gt;I wish he did. I don't wanna grow up. I want to be happy. Always. I don't wanna think about anything.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Just live my life to the fullest. &lt;/span&gt;It'll be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's okay. As long as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I have Allah, my family, friends and my boy.&lt;/span&gt; I'll be okay. I think it's because of them that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I still have the&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;to carry on.&lt;/span&gt; It's because of them that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; I still want to wake up the next day and still feel their loves.&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I can go a day without them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;You guys, thank you so much.&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/9004499093296493005-7791900801929468635?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7791900801929468635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7791900801929468635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7791900801929468635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7791900801929468635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-i-wrong-again.html' title='Am I wrong again?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4737762169225111994</id><published>2011-10-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:50:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby that's you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsd6oq5nVm1qav05bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsd6oq5nVm1qav05bo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m sorry baby for making you cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nothing’s sweeter than hearing those words from the person who hurt you and made you cry and at the same time, the person you love so much. It’s a plus when you get a warm, tight hug and you see that tears come running down his cheeks feeling sorry for what he have done to you. Guys don’t show so much emotions in front of girls. They feel that when girls see them cry, they’re weak. When other guys see them cry, they’re gay. But sometimes, you can see a real man behind those tears. You just have to appreciate those precious tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 13px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wishartsolove.tumblr.com/" style="color: #a8b1ba; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;wishartsolove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9004499093296493005-4737762169225111994?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4737762169225111994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4737762169225111994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4737762169225111994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4737762169225111994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-thats-you.html' title='Baby that&apos;s you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2179013575393065210</id><published>2011-10-14T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:14:42.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream can always be true right?</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://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnx804ZC4d1qamcslo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnx804ZC4d1qamcslo1_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;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Girl`s Dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get kissed in the rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have that one hot kiss where your pressed against the wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a guy who thinks she`s the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a guy who holds on as long as possible when giving hugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who whispers he loves her in her ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have that moment where you just gaze into each others eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you`re not with your guy he`s all that you can think about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing his jacket and every time you breath in, his scent surrounds you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will watch any movie with her, no matter how teary eyed she may get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who squeezes her hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who says he loves her and means it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will play her favorite song outside her window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who is loyal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will sing to her no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will kiss her on the forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will call her beautiful or adorable. Not hot, fine, or sexy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will never judge her for how she looks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who says cheezy stuff to her just to make her smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who`s the same when he is with her and when with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who tells her everything honestly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who`s good with her family and introduces her to his family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will always let her win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who stands up for her no matter who it is against.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who calls her at night just to say ‘hi’ and see how her day has been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who tells her that her smile makes his day and makes everything better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will sit on the phone with her when she`s sad, even if she`s quiet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who she can hangout and have fun with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will just randomly call her for no reason at all, just because he misses her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who will hold her hand through the roughest parts of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who would love her forever no matter the circumstance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who would not mind her wanting to get all dressed up and do herr make up for him. Even if he says he likes her better without make up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy who runs his fingers through her hair, like he’s washing her worries and troubles away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;A guy whom she can be&amp;nbsp;herself&amp;nbsp;with and he will never give a care and would still tell her that she`s amazing to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://shesperfectlyhappy.tumblr.com/post/7306332959/every-girl-s-dream-get-kissed-in-the-rain-have"&gt;shesperfectlyhappy&lt;/a&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/9004499093296493005-2179013575393065210?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2179013575393065210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2179013575393065210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2179013575393065210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2179013575393065210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/dream-can-always-be-true-right.html' title='Dream can always be true right?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3904738968052614073</id><published>2011-10-12T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:56:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh well, I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxC9yxVMPLc/TpUgtp5wDoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/rzy4uS-e_xo/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxC9yxVMPLc/TpUgtp5wDoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/rzy4uS-e_xo/s800/DSC_0531.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How old were you when you had your first relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen. Lame huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you taken/single?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happily taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color is your underwear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now? Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. My boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss anyone right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran, you don't know how much I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you sent a text to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person to text you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man that I love the most, Baba &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person you saw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Yana I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to sleep now, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is top in your top friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Johan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she listen to every single thing I said to her. Thanks, Julia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you trust the most in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you love most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has hurt you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHR. Even though, he doesn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has a tragedy ever happened in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many good friends do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6-10 person. I know, I don't have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there some songs you cant listen to because they remind you of someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect two? I hate it. And Another Heart Calls? Makes me calm everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever cheated on a partner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever been cheated on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever been told someone loved you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day since 10/09/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not meant it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did and I really am sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever had your heart broken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes and yes. I'm more than happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your idea of true love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is your best friend, your soulmate, your boyfriend all in one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they slip, do you think you can let go the small stuff?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why or why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been in that kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe that it is best to have a friendship first then love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in that because that's what me and my bf did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe that love can be found in bars or is that too much of a risk?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should people go to bars to find love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Love is everywhere. Let it find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Or should they go to places where people who like what they like hang out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should men and women be expecting the other to buy the other gifts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should but not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should wear the pants in the relationship or should it be a mutual give and take?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should chauvinists of either gender be in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3904738968052614073?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3904738968052614073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3904738968052614073&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3904738968052614073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3904738968052614073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/ouh-well-im-bored.html' title='Ouh well, I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BxC9yxVMPLc/TpUgtp5wDoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/rzy4uS-e_xo/s72-c/DSC_0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1067248947191184640</id><published>2011-10-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:00:56.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vx5bguoVJQ/TpGaluhW0TI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FwVopQET88A/s1600/P1090500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vx5bguoVJQ/TpGaluhW0TI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FwVopQET88A/s800/P1090500.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Hairul Imran Ezzat&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you told me you love me was the greatest, and happiest day of my life. I never thought I’d be given a chance to be loved by you. You don’t know how much I’ve been praying, and wanting for this to happen, and it’s been a month.You’ve heard enough of our silly love story; yes I thought you had a crush on me. Anyway, that doesn’t matter, coz I really liked you. I did everything I could to keep you safe; to make you realize that there’s more to life. I am always here, like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love’s not a promise, it shouldn’t be. Promises break hearts, and I would never want that to happen to you. I love you, ever since the day I knew you. I love you even if you’re annoying at times. I love you even if you seemed dull when texting me. I love you because you’re simple. I love you because you’re funny, and I love making you laugh as well. I love you even when you’re mad at me. I love your family as much as I love my own. I love you for many other ways, especially ‘the way you love me.’ I love you for what you are, for what you can, and you can’t be. You’re imperfect, that’s what I love about you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not promising anything. I’ll just do my best to make you feel you’re lucky for having me, and same thing, of me having you…I’m not asking anything from you.&amp;nbsp;You've&amp;nbsp;given more than enough, your love. Like I used to, I am not expecting anything. I’d just go with whatever you can give, and accept it wholeheartedly.I just want you to know that I will never get tired of loving you. I am truly happy of the fact that I love you.There’s only one demand I have. At least, slowly, bit by bit, forget every heartache&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;had. I cry as well, just by thinking you’re hurt. You should know that even if the world’s not making you happy, I’d always be here to hold your hand, kiss you, and make you smile, for you not to feel lonely.And remember that great feeling of mine? That is true. I feel like building dreams with you… And I feel like loving you for the rest of my days.I Love you, and in many other ways, I always will. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy 1st Monthsary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1067248947191184640?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1067248947191184640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1067248947191184640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1067248947191184640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1067248947191184640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-of-everything.html' title='The start of everything.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vx5bguoVJQ/TpGaluhW0TI/AAAAAAAAA2k/FwVopQET88A/s72-c/P1090500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4972699562301286864</id><published>2011-10-09T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:24:23.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never too late.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8527236/tumblr_lid2024LJV1qe9bvko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8527236/tumblr_lid2024LJV1qe9bvko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://beautyparadise.tumblr.com/"&gt;beautyparadise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really hate? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;People who doesn't now how to respect elder people.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you may say I'm a&amp;nbsp;hypocrite&amp;nbsp;or whatsoever. I don't give a damn. It really makes me sad when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I hear about young people who make fun of the elders&lt;/span&gt;. Well, in this case probably about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;grandchildren who have no respect to their grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, no matter how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you hate them&lt;/span&gt;, how much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;they hurt you&lt;/span&gt;, how much&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; they annoy you&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;they did something wrong to you&lt;/span&gt;. Just remember, without them, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;you are not even suppose to be here.&lt;/span&gt; You are not suppose to be alive at this moment. Or maybe doesn't even existed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Thankful anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not well anymore. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;They are old&lt;/span&gt;. They can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; leave us at any moment &lt;/span&gt;now. Don't you feel sad about that? Do you think they just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; pretend to be sick&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pretend to fall&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Pretend to not to be able to walk?&lt;/span&gt; Think. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;They don't have the&amp;nbsp;strength anymore.&lt;/span&gt; They aren't us, young and powerful. No, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about what they feel when you treat them like that? Even if you just talk behind their back, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Allah is listening.&lt;/span&gt; They are your parent's mom and dad. What would you do or feel if people hurt your parents feelings? Sad, mad, isn't it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I always cry&lt;/span&gt; when I see my grandparents. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I always think that one day, soon, they gonna leave me.&lt;/span&gt; There no more them and what they always do to you. And just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;how much I'm gonna miss them if they're gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Respect them while they're still here and still can be respected. Cherish every moment with them. Make them happy, smile even if it's awkward. Try to make memories with them as much as possible. Before it's too late.&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/9004499093296493005-4972699562301286864?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4972699562301286864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4972699562301286864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4972699562301286864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4972699562301286864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-never-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s never too late.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5187434466053539134</id><published>2011-10-08T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:26:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm grateful that I'm happy now.</title><content type='html'>I think I've read somewhere that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;the more you talk about someone, the more you will fall in love with that person.&lt;/span&gt; Well, you may be bored. But I'm gonna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;talk about my boyfriend, again.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. I came across one photo while I was on Tumblr and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; it really suite me&lt;/span&gt;. Here it is;&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://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lindg8vEwc1qaq59so1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lindg8vEwc1qaq59so1_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;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;exact conversation with him&lt;/span&gt;. And that is also what he told me. You know, somehow I realised &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;how lucky I am to have you&lt;/span&gt;. You're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;beyond perfection&lt;/span&gt;. You make me feel beautiful even if I don't. You told me how I am perfect for you and even if I have flaws, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;you just love my imperfections&lt;/span&gt;. I don't care what other people think. They know our name but they don't know the real us, kan sayang? You will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;say those three words a thousand times a day&lt;/span&gt; because you know you really mean it. I know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;we're gonna have our ups and downs&lt;/span&gt; but that's okay, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Allah will show us the right way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Oh Allah, thank you for giving me such a wonderful person after the long wait and sadness. Alhamdulillah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/9004499093296493005-5187434466053539134?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5187434466053539134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5187434466053539134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5187434466053539134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5187434466053539134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-grateful-that-im-happy-now.html' title='I&apos;m grateful that I&apos;m happy now.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3614415564681054694</id><published>2011-10-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:11:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special something for you.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/15601706/tumblr_lb9ieuTB1b1qzj90io1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15601706/tumblr_lb9ieuTB1b1qzj90io1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lust-for-life.tumblr.com/post/1462057730"&gt;lust-for-life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;HIE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'll love you this much.&lt;/span&gt; You were a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt; to me and now&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; you're everything and complete my life in so many ways.&lt;/span&gt; I love when you can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;accept me at my worst&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I look ugly or messy, you'll still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;stands beside me telling me how much you love me&lt;/span&gt;. When I'm not in the mood or I'm sad, you'll always be there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;with your words of comfort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really wanna do for you? I wanna make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;you smile&lt;/span&gt;, whenever you're sad. All I wanna do is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;. I'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;get your medicines &lt;/span&gt;when you're not feeling well. It could be so nice huh? Growing old with you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I'll miss you, kiss you, need you, feed you, even let you hold the remote control.&lt;/span&gt; Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Thank you for everything&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what I'm gonna do if you're not around. I miss you very moment of my life.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Please stay forever. Please love me endlessly. I love you. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3614415564681054694?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3614415564681054694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3614415564681054694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3614415564681054694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3614415564681054694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/10/special-something-for-you.html' title='Special something for you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1084198978358128197</id><published>2011-09-29T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:51:40.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hands and take me away.</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://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljyi6qYXk51qfs926o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljyi6qYXk51qfs926o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm not a talkative person&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't talk much because if I do,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; no one will listen&lt;/span&gt; (except Allah SWT). So, instead of talking all the crap that people talk,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I watch&lt;/span&gt;. I watch every single thing that people do. Every details. All I do, is smile. Seeing all these problems that people been through, all the happy moments, the laughs, the smiles, even when they cry. When they laughed, I wish I could join them.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Take a little bit of their happiness to fill mine.&lt;/span&gt; When they cry, I wish I could be right beside them. No&amp;nbsp;advises&amp;nbsp;or whatsoever. Just lend my shoulder for them to cry on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Take a little bit of their pain, so that they will be fine again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking, do people around me think of the same thing?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Do they care if cry, mad or moody?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Do they care if I'm happy?&lt;/span&gt; I don't wanna be the only one to care. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone will come along, and they don't even bother to ask if I'm okay or I'm happy now, they just put their arms around me and tell me everything is gonna be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1084198978358128197?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1084198978358128197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1084198978358128197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1084198978358128197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1084198978358128197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/hold-my-hands-and-take-me-away.html' title='Hold my hands and take me away.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2092908388632004045</id><published>2011-09-25T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:59:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why her, you stupid ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ2yUhYOvj4/Tn7s3U71G6I/AAAAAAAAA04/l-L9BmVy10I/s1600/DSC_0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ2yUhYOvj4/Tn7s3U71G6I/AAAAAAAAA04/l-L9BmVy10I/s800/DSC_0627.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi readers ! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;My life has been good&lt;/span&gt;. Happier I think. So, my first semester as a Masscomm student will end soon and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'll be sort of senior next semester&lt;/span&gt;. Hihi. Excited about that. But but but, I'm not excited for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;my final examination's result&lt;/span&gt;. Damn scared. I thought I will do well and get DL and bla bla bla. Stop ! I was wrong. Everything is so not easy. Trust me. Not at all. Tsk tsk. I'm sad. Ouh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I wish I was more hardworking and quit playing around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals will end on the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; October 3rd&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me luck guys ! Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2092908388632004045?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2092908388632004045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2092908388632004045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2092908388632004045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2092908388632004045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-her-you-stupid.html' title='Why her, you stupid ?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ2yUhYOvj4/Tn7s3U71G6I/AAAAAAAAA04/l-L9BmVy10I/s72-c/DSC_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3015550120173721888</id><published>2011-09-17T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:37:16.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, always a good idea.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/14711767/tumblr_lr34j9OvUr1qbyamdo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14711767/tumblr_lr34j9OvUr1qbyamdo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cupofparis.tumblr.com/post/10194126664"&gt;cupofparis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I miss Besançon, France&lt;/span&gt;. The thought just came to my mind in the past few seconds. I miss it there. I mean, I seriously am. I wish I could just go there right now, right at this moment. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Everything here is so fucked up&lt;/span&gt;. I have all this great people around me that love me but... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I feel completely alone&lt;/span&gt;. Like no one is really there for me. No one actually really mean it when they say, "&lt;i&gt;Are you okay? What's wrong?&lt;/i&gt;" Because I know, sometimes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;they just don't care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, if I went to France right now, I can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; free my mind &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;go far away from people &lt;/span&gt;here. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Forget my problems&lt;/span&gt; for awhile. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Meet new people who might be understanding&lt;/span&gt;, who knows right? I wanna be happy even if it's just for awhile. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Too much stressful stuff going on and I just can't handle it&lt;/span&gt;. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm tired.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; I'll just gonna cry in my room and go out&amp;nbsp;smiling&amp;nbsp;like nothing is wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Same routine everyday. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Ouh, sorry you guys for this emotional post. PMS I guess. I'll be okay. Nothing to be worried about :D&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/9004499093296493005-3015550120173721888?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3015550120173721888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3015550120173721888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3015550120173721888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3015550120173721888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/paris-always-good-idea.html' title='Paris, always a good idea.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8696016727787393812</id><published>2011-09-16T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:09:43.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My insecurities kills me.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/14087735/283069_224012267634864_211925992176825_562311_8255310_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14087735/283069_224012267634864_211925992176825_562311_8255310_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via weheartit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I wish I was approachable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I’ve lost the opportunity of meeting some really amazing people&lt;/span&gt; just because I’m really hard to approach. And since&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I’m kinda shy&lt;/span&gt;, I always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;wait for people to talk to me first&lt;/span&gt; when I’m actually down to meet anyone. Then when I finally grow the balls to introduce myself, it’s a little too late since they’re too busy talking to someone else. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;People don’t know how to talk to me and I don’t know how to talk to people&lt;/span&gt;. Lol, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I’m missing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdeeezy.tumblr.com/post/2183496906"&gt;cdeeezy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8696016727787393812?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8696016727787393812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8696016727787393812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8696016727787393812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8696016727787393812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-insecurities-kills-me.html' title='My insecurities kills me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5710618622965795398</id><published>2011-09-13T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:16:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I'm finally yours.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/14086958/1377698043_5_zuoz_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14086958/1377698043_5_zuoz_large.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://officialpictures.hyves.nl/album/66173895/mooieplaatjes_zinnetjes/ntBwMV3p/fotos/1377691374/0/JeTy/#media_navigator_1=22&amp;amp;media=14.1377699130.fe9f&amp;amp;__state__=328"&gt;officialpictures.hyves.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2111 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100911 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;yours &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet of you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;when you knelt down on one knee&lt;/span&gt; and asked me, "&lt;i&gt;Khadijah Sabirah Binti Mohd. Sofian. Will you be mine, for now and forever?&lt;/i&gt;" I don't know how to react at that moment. All I can do was smile and say yes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Thank you for everything, awak&lt;/span&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;appreciated&amp;nbsp;every single thing that you've done to me. You know, for the way you purpose me, when we ran in the rain, and all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It will be my favourite memories&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It was a good day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;The best day actually&lt;/span&gt;. So,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; Hairul Imran Ezzat Bin Che Kamarudin&lt;/span&gt;, I love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, wait, watch this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="367" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kp0jd9WG-Dk?rel=0" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5710618622965795398?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5710618622965795398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5710618622965795398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5710618622965795398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5710618622965795398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-im-finally-yours.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m finally yours.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kp0jd9WG-Dk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3367730747994056737</id><published>2011-09-10T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T13:29:15.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/14087021/sk8er_girl_ii_by_thebestfeeling-d4836me_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14087021/sk8er_girl_ii_by_thebestfeeling-d4836me_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I don't feel good about myself&lt;/span&gt; right now. I mean let's face it, everytime you're trying to improve your self-esteem, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;people around you brings you down&lt;/span&gt;, make fun of you, laugh at you or even judge you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;How am I suppose to be better?&lt;/span&gt; I know you guys are better even the best and everyone know it but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;could you help me out?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I'm not saying that I'm the good angel here or I'm just too kind and all.&lt;/span&gt; But just because I don't talk back, I keep silent about everything that people do to me and I'll just smile like it doesn't hurt, that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; doesn't mean that you can just do whatever you want with my feelings, ask me to do this and that, 'pijak kepala'&lt;/span&gt; and all. I'm not that good too, and you're not that bad too. But all I'm saying here is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;just a little respect will be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to list down some things that I think I'm insecure of? Nahh, it will be an endlessly list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3367730747994056737?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3367730747994056737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3367730747994056737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3367730747994056737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3367730747994056737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1575488548835386218</id><published>2011-09-05T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:15:47.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought you should know</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://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo2jhwSQGL1qzyabro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo2jhwSQGL1qzyabro1_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;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1575488548835386218?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1575488548835386218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1575488548835386218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1575488548835386218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1575488548835386218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-you-should-know.html' title='Thought you should know'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2726976870355809150</id><published>2011-09-03T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:56:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me do the talking.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/13945930/tumblr_lqlf3xCE8X1qh4swxo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13945930/tumblr_lqlf3xCE8X1qh4swxo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://summerenjoyed.tumblr.com/"&gt;summerenjoyed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wasn't looking when I met you. But you turned out to be everything I was looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- AM Kidd&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/9004499093296493005-2726976870355809150?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2726976870355809150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2726976870355809150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2726976870355809150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2726976870355809150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-me-do-talking.html' title='Let me do the talking.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6188981131994792490</id><published>2011-09-01T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:11:37.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here, all alone.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/14087685/tumblr_lqqxna8sIZ1qb8pybo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14087685/tumblr_lqqxna8sIZ1qb8pybo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://good-morning-america.tumblr.com/"&gt;good-morning-america&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;September's Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Get my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;assignments done&lt;/span&gt; and do it as good as possible.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Study, study and study.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; Final exam&lt;/span&gt; is on their way.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Spending more time with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; the most incredible guy ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Stop&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; trusting people&lt;/span&gt; easily. Actually, they don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Read at least&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; two pages of Quran everyday&lt;/span&gt;. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;#6 Call Umi and Baba often?&lt;br /&gt;#7 Prevent myself from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;talking bad things about others&lt;/span&gt;. Astaghfirullahalazim.&lt;br /&gt;#8 Oh Allah, please let me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; be more confident&lt;/span&gt; about myself. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;#9 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Save money&lt;/span&gt;. Quit lepak-ing and eat. *Ouh, I wish :(&lt;br /&gt;#10 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I promise I'll love you more and more.&lt;/span&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/9004499093296493005-6188981131994792490?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6188981131994792490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6188981131994792490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6188981131994792490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6188981131994792490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/09/via-good-morning-america-septembers.html' title='I&apos;m here, all alone.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pontian District, Johor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.486822 103.398845</georss:point><georss:box>1.4233285 103.319881 1.5503155000000002 103.477809</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2338009590545305507</id><published>2011-08-30T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:02:03.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? Is it Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzkuER7h1b0/TlxuEJohdvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tA97FVGGewE/s1600/DSC_0576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzkuER7h1b0/TlxuEJohdvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tA97FVGGewE/s800/DSC_0576.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, loves !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Having fun?&lt;/span&gt; Hihi. I'm just dropping by to wish you guys Happy Eid ul-Fitr. All my wrongdoings? Do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;forgive and forget &lt;/span&gt;yaw. Enjoy your Hari Raya. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; as often as you can. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Ask for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Go meet your relatives&lt;/span&gt;, don't spoil hari raya by sitting in front of your laptop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. Awak awak, Saya nak duit raya, please? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2338009590545305507?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2338009590545305507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2338009590545305507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2338009590545305507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2338009590545305507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/huh-is-it-christmas.html' title='Huh? Is it Christmas?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzkuER7h1b0/TlxuEJohdvI/AAAAAAAAA0w/tA97FVGGewE/s72-c/DSC_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-9092092114463870480</id><published>2011-08-22T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:23:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please let me be the 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://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp6i8ihAUs1qarvg9o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp6i8ihAUs1qarvg9o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to be the one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;he thinks about every night before he sleeps and every morning when he wakes up&lt;/span&gt;. The one that you will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;never get bored of&lt;/span&gt;. The one who can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;brighten&amp;nbsp;up your day&lt;/span&gt;. The one who can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; make you smile&lt;/span&gt;. The one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you see your future with&lt;/span&gt;. The one you can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; make silly jokes with and never feel&amp;nbsp;ashamed&amp;nbsp;of it.&lt;/span&gt; The one who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;understands you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The one you're completely in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-9092092114463870480?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/9092092114463870480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=9092092114463870480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9092092114463870480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9092092114463870480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-let-me-be-one.html' title='Please let me be the one.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2539814354866977193</id><published>2011-08-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:43:27.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I like you,</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://data.whicdn.com/images/13537452/32275939_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13537452/32275939_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/app#"&gt;polyvore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I like you, feel special because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;text right away&lt;/span&gt; once I get your text.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;answer right away&lt;/span&gt; when you call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;get out of my ways&lt;/span&gt; to do something for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think about you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;day and night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; worry&lt;/span&gt; about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;my time and effort &lt;/span&gt;on you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m here when you need&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; comfort and love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don’t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; just like anyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;make time for you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;i&gt; always&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of everyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make you a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2539814354866977193?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2539814354866977193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2539814354866977193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2539814354866977193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2539814354866977193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-i-like-you.html' title='If I like you,'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8736282361694294614</id><published>2011-08-20T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:06:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gets hard, I'll remind myself I got You.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/12432978/tumblr_lowf66QgNm1qmj2uko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12432978/tumblr_lowf66QgNm1qmj2uko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mikeilaheart.tumblr.com/post/8046878347"&gt;mikeilaheart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Life is hard&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Life is unfair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; Life is cruel&lt;/span&gt;. But then, that is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;main reason why we lived&lt;/span&gt;. That's the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; fun part&lt;/span&gt;. You know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;you'll get excited about certain things and you'll end up crying because of it&lt;/span&gt;. Well, for me that's fun. If everything you want and everything are perfectly fine, there's no tears. No drama. No memories. Smiling all along. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;When will you learn from your mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You'll never get what you want&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me. I mean, there's always a reason why Allah do this to us. We never really understand why, but accept it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Allah knows best right?&lt;/span&gt; As for me, I'm not gonna lie, it is hard to accept the fact that I will not have this and Allah will say, "&lt;i&gt;Nah, this is better for you.&lt;/i&gt;" But I'm still learning and I've become better each day. That's why you should try it too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;You'll be more relax, and enjoy life more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what Allah gave you will turn out to be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; the best thing for you&lt;/span&gt;. You'll be happier with it. Sometimes, what He gave you is only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;to test your Imaan&lt;/span&gt;. Whether you'll&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; strong enough&lt;/span&gt; to face the test or you'll&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; blame Him all along&lt;/span&gt;. See any difference? I don't. Because both&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; make us closer to Allah&lt;/span&gt;. You know, you're happy and you'll say, "&lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/i&gt;" And when you're sad, you'll cry and pray to Allah wishing for the best. See, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;there's always a reason why&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I'm gonna let you think about it&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;everything I say is true&lt;/span&gt;. But that's what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I've been thinking all this while&lt;/span&gt;. So,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; have fun thinking&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; readers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8736282361694294614?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8736282361694294614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8736282361694294614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8736282361694294614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8736282361694294614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-life-gets-hard-ill-remind-myself-i.html' title='When life gets hard, I&apos;ll remind myself I got You.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6089453570422913072</id><published>2011-08-18T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:54:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, you're the 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://data.whicdn.com/images/13537707/tumblr_loq5xgTYbI1qcgk6ro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13537707/tumblr_loq5xgTYbI1qcgk6ro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kitt3yzzz.tumblr.com/"&gt;kitt3yzzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;He may not be every girl's dream guy. He may not be the handsome good looking prom king. He may not be the most fashionable of the lot. But he took my heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nurfitrah Abdullah&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/9004499093296493005-6089453570422913072?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6089453570422913072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6089453570422913072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6089453570422913072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6089453570422913072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/via-kitt3yzzz-he-may-not-be-every-girls.html' title='Yup, you&apos;re the one.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2924452980194137223</id><published>2011-08-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:42:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish my parents could trust me.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/12433143/12861972769433_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12433143/12861972769433_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/1169780"&gt;topit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that they’d&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; let me go out with who ever and whenever,&lt;/span&gt; knowing that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I’d be back home safe&lt;/span&gt;. I wish that they can understand that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I know my limits &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;go out and do all the things they don’t want me to do&lt;/span&gt;. I wish they would&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; let me do whatever I want&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;still care and worry&lt;/span&gt;, but just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;not too much to the point where they get annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I’m asking for is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; selfish &lt;/span&gt;but take to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;consideration that you’ve taught me all I need to know to keep me safe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Have confidence that I’ll be responsible enough to make the right choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2924452980194137223?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2924452980194137223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2924452980194137223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2924452980194137223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2924452980194137223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wish-my-parents-could-trust-me.html' title='I wish my parents could trust me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6433475251161966927</id><published>2011-08-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:39:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me fall for you all over again.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/12710769/tumblr_lp64iii44U1qbpem7o1_500_large.jpg?1312109190" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12710769/tumblr_lp64iii44U1qbpem7o1_500_large.jpg?1312109190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hellooomichelle.tumblr.com/"&gt;hellooomichelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When I like somebody, I tend to fall hard. I can't take back what I feel or said. And deep down it just hurts like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what this is called but all I know is I hate this thing or you can call it feelings. You know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- When you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;cry every night in your sleep&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; keep on thinking about that one person&lt;/span&gt; and suddenly realise that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;you can't have them&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; pretend to be happy&lt;/span&gt; but it's actually the opposite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You try your hardest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;not to think of what you feel and move on but your heart won't let you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You try your hardest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;not to show your true feelings but it's so obvious&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;love looking at him from afar but then your eyes started to cry&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You feel like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;you wanna talk to him everyday,&amp;nbsp;every time&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;but you know that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; you actually annoy him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; get jealous of every girl who talk to him walk by him&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;you're scared that he might fall for her&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; love everything about him&lt;/span&gt; even though he got a lot of imperfection, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- You can't help yourself from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; smiling when you see him, or someone talk about him or he just randomly come to your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You, don't worry. I'm trying my hardest to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; forget about you&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;erase these feelings towards you&lt;/span&gt;. I won't be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;bothering you&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I won't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;annoy you&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I won't make you feel like you need to avoid me. But remember, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'm just trying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I'm not promising you&lt;/span&gt; that I actually can do it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Just don't make me fall for you again&lt;/span&gt;. Just don't.&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/9004499093296493005-6433475251161966927?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6433475251161966927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6433475251161966927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6433475251161966927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6433475251161966927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-make-me-fall-for-you-all-over.html' title='Don&apos;t make me fall for you all over again.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8369318103556556886</id><published>2011-08-06T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:18:10.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Allah, I love you. Forever and always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12710496/88077926_ENzImizD_c_large.jpg?1312108552" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12710496/88077926_ENzImizD_c_large.jpg?1312108552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ya Allah, berikan aku &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;kekuatan untuk memadam namanya dari hatiku&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Alihkan pandanganku daripada memandang seraut wajah jernih itu.&lt;/span&gt; Jangan biarkan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;suaranya menjadi asbab untuk aku tidak khusyuk dalam ibadatku&lt;/span&gt;. Jangan Kau biarkan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;bayangannya memenuhi segenap ruang mindaku&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hatiku sudah tidak sanggup menanggung perasaan ini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Unknown&amp;nbsp;&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/9004499093296493005-8369318103556556886?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8369318103556556886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8369318103556556886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8369318103556556886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8369318103556556886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-allah-i-love-you-forever-and-always.html' title='O Allah, I love you. Forever and always.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6919821962371781268</id><published>2011-08-01T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:33:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12719648/1348655651_5_gG51_large.jpeg?1312127057" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12719648/1348655651_5_gG51_large.jpeg?1312127057" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibulan puasa yang mulia ini, saya sesungguhnya &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;tidak mahu bergaduh mahupun berdendam&lt;/span&gt; terhadap sesiapa sekali pun. Tetapi bila ada orang yang cukup&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; tidak matang dan fikirannya mungkin kurang rasional&lt;/span&gt;, sanggup &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;memalukan dan mencuba sedaya upaya untuk menyalahkan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;saya jadi panas&lt;/span&gt;. Saya seperti mahu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;mencarut&lt;/span&gt;. Ouh tidak, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;imanku masih kuat.&lt;/span&gt; Khadijah Sabirah, bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entri ini cukup istimewa. Cukup cukup istimewa buat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Kamelia Narisya&lt;/span&gt;. Ya, anda. Saya tidak faham langsung dengan perangai anda. Kenapa mahu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;membangkitkan unsur-unsur pergaduhan&lt;/span&gt; di bulan puasa yang mulia ini? Tidak mengapa. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Saya faham anda tidak matang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Orang lain yang salah tetapi kenapa orang lain dipersalahkan?&lt;/span&gt; Sekiranya anda tidak bersalah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;kenapa anda seperti mahu lari dari masalah&lt;/span&gt;? Kenapa anda &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;tidak menjawab soalan-soalan yang kami tujukan&lt;/span&gt;? Kenapa anda begitu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;gelisah&lt;/span&gt;? Saya ingin ingatkan sekali lagi.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Saya tidak bodoh mahu pun kurang cerdik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun sudah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;malas untuk berurusan dengan anda&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ampun maaf dipinta.&lt;/span&gt; Cukuplah sampai disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-6919821962371781268?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6919821962371781268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6919821962371781268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6919821962371781268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6919821962371781268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-i-dont-care.html' title='Baby I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4192235835222446138</id><published>2011-07-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:50:47.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadan</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11332012/4880496644_5f00af924d_z_large.jpg?1309279931" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11332012/4880496644_5f00af924d_z_large.jpg?1309279931" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/khedmati/4880496644/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum dear silent readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna wish you Happy Ramadan Al-Mubarak. I am super excited about this. Hihi. And I'm hoping that you guys are excited too. So, I hope we will do only the good things and perform the terawih. It's gonna be fun fun fun. If I did anything wrong, do forgive me. I am&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;sorry. May this Ramadan be as bright as ever. Amin and love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-4192235835222446138?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4192235835222446138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4192235835222446138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4192235835222446138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4192235835222446138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/salam-ramadan.html' title='Salam Ramadan'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7867078344466671066</id><published>2011-07-30T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:51:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think about you a little to much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnmdzvfqJj1qelk85o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnmdzvfqJj1qelk85o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;I think I'm afraid to be happy because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Charlie Brown&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/9004499093296493005-7867078344466671066?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7867078344466671066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7867078344466671066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7867078344466671066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7867078344466671066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-about-you-little-to-much.html' title='I think about you a little to much'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-779173241562474605</id><published>2011-07-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:20:22.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I said</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://data.whicdn.com/images/12191520/said-she-thats-what-Favim.com-110559_large.jpg?1311126119" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12191520/said-she-thats-what-Favim.com-110559_large.jpg?1311126119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I feel right now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; All sorts of emotion&lt;/span&gt;. Sad, mad, frustrated, happy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Everything that happened around me seems to bother me.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure&amp;nbsp;whether I should be happy and hope everything will turn out fine. Or just let it be and maybe it's really nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The moment when I realise that you actually&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;me and &amp;nbsp;ask me to join you while you were eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What should I think about? Is it a good thing or it is just a normal thing that guys do?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; I'm happy. I really do.&lt;/span&gt; You know the moment when you ask me to come over and sit at your table. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The face, your cute face and all.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I can't&amp;nbsp;forget&amp;nbsp;that.&lt;/span&gt; But but but...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; Is it nothing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The moment when your close friend misinterpret what you meant and being emotional for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is sad somehow. You know when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; you did everything just to make sure she's alright and don't hurt her feelings&lt;/span&gt;. But&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; all she's doing is blaming you by accusing such thing&lt;/span&gt;. Just stop for a moment and think. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Be matured&lt;/span&gt;. We can&amp;nbsp;settle&amp;nbsp;it down&amp;nbsp;privately. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tak pyh nak canang cerita sana-sini. Malu je weh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;The moment when you're not confident about yourself because people around who keep making fun of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I think about this,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; I'll cry&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Not for&amp;nbsp;sympathy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;but I feel like I just wanna yell and say, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, I don't even care what your name is or even your bad sides or anything that is wrong with you. I never judge people because I know how it hurts. I never making fun of others because I know how it kills inside. I never laugh at someone because I know how ashamed he/she is. SO, STOP !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's what&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; I feel right now&lt;/span&gt; at this moment. Exactly. I wonder if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;this world is ever gonna change&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;someone like me is out there&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I can smile again, a smile that come straight from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, just so you know;&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://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lomfi9lXwT1qh5shco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lomfi9lXwT1qh5shco1_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;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-779173241562474605?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/779173241562474605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=779173241562474605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/779173241562474605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/779173241562474605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-what-i-said.html' title='That&apos;s what I said'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5847625935499948352</id><published>2011-07-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:21:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in serious illness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt2ReuQxFDA/Ti2lotNDtFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/8D6y13pZ5xI/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt2ReuQxFDA/Ti2lotNDtFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/8D6y13pZ5xI/s800/DSC_0314.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, the one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;who stole my heart&lt;/span&gt; without me somehow doesn't even realise it. I swear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; this feeling is sick&lt;/span&gt;. You know when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;you miss him every second of the day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; you think of him and instantly feel the butterflies in your tummy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you'll wonder what he is doing&lt;/span&gt; and the most obvious thing I do is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I feel like I wanna talk about him all the time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;*blushing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I didn't mention any of these to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; my close friends &lt;/span&gt;because I know they will think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so soon for me to think of any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; because&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; you're just a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;My favourite friend actually.&lt;/span&gt; You know, I didn't have these feelings before. Not until you called me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; and say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;those three magical words&lt;/span&gt;. I know, I know and again I know that maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you were just fooling around and making jokes at 1 o'clock in the morning&lt;/span&gt;. But I can't help myself from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;smiling&amp;nbsp;for the whole day and felt so happy&lt;/span&gt; on that day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It was a special day, to me&lt;/span&gt;. Not to you, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I don't know what to expect and I don't think I wanna put my hopes too high because any possibilities can happen. Let's just pray that everything is going to be perfectly fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AMIN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5847625935499948352?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5847625935499948352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5847625935499948352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5847625935499948352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5847625935499948352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-in-serious-illness.html' title='I am in serious illness.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt2ReuQxFDA/Ti2lotNDtFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/8D6y13pZ5xI/s72-c/DSC_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5306176270143929485</id><published>2011-07-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:59:13.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkxuauJ2dz1qdue72o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkxuauJ2dz1qdue72o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lookxbtCsY1qcci6go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lookxbtCsY1qcci6go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5306176270143929485?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5306176270143929485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5306176270143929485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5306176270143929485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5306176270143929485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/current-thoughts.html' title='Current thoughts.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5094079045891968856</id><published>2011-07-21T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:04:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11797884/tumblr_lo3ky8YDGb1qdw2fwo1_500_large.jpg?1310267637" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11797884/tumblr_lo3ky8YDGb1qdw2fwo1_500_large.jpg?1310267637" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ilove-hateyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;ilove-hateyou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everytime I started to type something, I end up erase it all. I will think about the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; if I post what I want to say. What people will think if I write something like that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Are they gonna judge me? &lt;/span&gt;Or laugh at me? Or they don't even care? These questions will start to appear on my mind and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'll eventually push the backspace button&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;That is my problem, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I think too much about every single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. So, I was thinking about how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; people can change in a short amount of time&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, all of us change. But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;do we change for something better or something worse&lt;/span&gt;? And can it affect our surroundings, people around us, the situation? I always think back about what I've become and ask myself the same question. Are they gonna say, "&lt;i&gt;See, how much she have changed. I like her more now.&lt;/i&gt;" OR "&lt;i&gt;See, how much she have change. She's not the same anymore.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. I always tell myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;not to do something that will hurt you or your friends in the end&lt;/span&gt;. I'll always be the bad person. I still remember when I was in high school. I day dream and tell myself that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'm gonna be a kind person that will never hurt anybody, but instead people who are going to hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;None of that ever happen. I'm the one who always&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; screw up everything&lt;/span&gt;. Ouh,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; I wish I was better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's just some of my thoughts that keep on playing in my head. Just thought I should share it with you guys. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5094079045891968856?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5094079045891968856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5094079045891968856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5094079045891968856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5094079045891968856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-728006588762063837</id><published>2011-07-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:34:44.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are starting to annoy me.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11797935/tumblr_lo3882wPkI1qe0pgpo1_500_large.jpg?1310267805" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11797935/tumblr_lo3882wPkI1qe0pgpo1_500_large.jpg?1310267805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I didn't realise it before but now, I do.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I never really care&lt;/span&gt; when people talk shit about MASSCOMM. I'll just be like, "&lt;i&gt;Ahh, biarlah orang nak cakap apa. Kita bukannya boleh tutup mulut orang. Yang penting kita bukan macam tu&lt;/i&gt;." But then, now, slowly I realise and somehow&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; it hurts&lt;/span&gt;. You know the feeling when everywhere you go,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; people will look at you with disgust&lt;/span&gt;, the feeling when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; people say bad things about MASSCOMM&lt;/span&gt; (eg: Boo massscomm, Budak masscomm bajet je lebih, Fuck masscomm), and the feeling you get when they ask you what is your course and when you reply masscomm, they will say, "&lt;i&gt;Hmm. Masscomm ke? Patutlah."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie that I don't feel nothing when people say things like that. Sometimes, I feel like crying. You know, as if we were such a bad thing. I mean come on, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;not all of us are like 'whatever-you-think-we-are'&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us actually&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; still have our believes&lt;/span&gt;, still know where to be shameless and where not to be. Yes, we do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;talk a lot&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;we talk and laugh loudly&lt;/span&gt;, but that doesn't mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;we want attention&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;That's just us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want people to know that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; I'm not an attention seeker&lt;/span&gt;. I'm here to study and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;achieve my dream as an editor&lt;/span&gt;. Please &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;don't tag me along&lt;/span&gt; with those who you got problems with. And ouh, one more thing, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;we the masscommers are like brothers and sisters. We're like family&lt;/span&gt;. So, once you say bad things about us, all the other family member will feel hurt too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Just back off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-728006588762063837?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/728006588762063837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=728006588762063837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/728006588762063837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/728006588762063837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-are-starting-to-annoy-me.html' title='You are starting to annoy me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1234500352712567403</id><published>2011-07-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:46:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you like a love song, baby.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11797870/tumblr_lo3ktafzLP1qdw2fwo1_500_large.jpg?1310267615" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11797870/tumblr_lo3ktafzLP1qdw2fwo1_500_large.jpg?1310267615" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ilove-hateyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;ilove-hateyou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hi dear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; readers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'm home&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, home sweet home. I'm not gonna lie, it feels good to be home. Got to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;sleep with the best bed ever&lt;/span&gt;, got the chance to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;watch the television&lt;/span&gt;, got to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;see the faces of my love ones&lt;/span&gt;. I'm&amp;nbsp;smiling. Hihi. I wanted to post a video about my updates in Lendu but I was not&amp;nbsp;wearing&amp;nbsp;my hijab in that video. Sorry about that. I'm just gonna update here. So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm very happy for my sayang, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Elyana Amir.&lt;/span&gt; I mean at least you got 2 dates in a week. I called it a date. I'm jealous. Sudah lah. Hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've finished my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; CSC134&lt;/span&gt; test. One down, six more to go. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sir Ahmad already know about Julia's crush, Reject. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;He even gave us some tips to&amp;nbsp;approach&amp;nbsp;a guy&lt;/span&gt;. It was funny&amp;nbsp;somehow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I got over my problems&lt;/span&gt;. I was ashamed and scared to confront him AND her. But I'm okay now. Thanks to the bestest of friends who never leave me alone when I'm down, Julia Johan, Kamelia Narisya and Elyana Amir. Love you guys :')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I'm happy now with my life&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't want to think about my problems. Just let it be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to save money. I mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I eat a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I need to stop. Sorry Umi and Baba :'(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, I think. I need to study and start doing my assignments. Bye, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1234500352712567403?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1234500352712567403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1234500352712567403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1234500352712567403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1234500352712567403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-you-like-love-song-baby.html' title='I love you like a love song, baby.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4367832211415943262</id><published>2011-07-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:26:05.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm not good enough for you.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11798282/tumblr_llh2b5UQYX1qhhnf7o1_500_large.png?1310268773" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11798282/tumblr_llh2b5UQYX1qhhnf7o1_500_large.png?1310268773" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://gtfosydney.tumblr.com/post/5656516612"&gt;gtfosydney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Umi and Baba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; I want to go to concerts&lt;/span&gt; maybe once every two months &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;instead of partying every weekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; I spend my money on skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt; like so many other teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I spend a lot of time in my room on my laptop&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;getting drunk and hooking up with randoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; I sometimes ask to go to a friends house&lt;/span&gt; instead of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; just getting up and leaving without warning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry tha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;t I wear skinny jeans and hoodies &lt;/span&gt;out instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;short shorts and a tshirt that could practically be a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I blast music &lt;/span&gt;instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;trying to sneak into clubs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; I like to eat lots of food &lt;/span&gt;instead&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; smoking cigarettes and drinking all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sorry that I’m not what everybody expects teens to be like these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rockazi.tumblr.com/post/7490004930"&gt;rockazi&lt;/a&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/9004499093296493005-4367832211415943262?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4367832211415943262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4367832211415943262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4367832211415943262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4367832211415943262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-im-not-good-enough-for-you.html' title='I know I&apos;m not good enough for you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8431691314734528844</id><published>2011-07-10T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:56:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember what it's like to be happy.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11798115/tumblr_lnwxwoi77h1qi2txco1_500_large.png?1310268373" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11798115/tumblr_lnwxwoi77h1qi2txco1_500_large.png?1310268373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imneverlettinggo.tumblr.com/"&gt;imneverlettinggo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's funny when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; you never really get what you want in life&lt;/span&gt;. But instead, you get something that you never expect and sometimes you don't even like it. Here it goes to the part of, '&lt;i&gt;life is unfair&lt;/i&gt;'. It isn't unfair. It's just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; Allah's ways to tell you what is good for you&lt;/span&gt; and vice versa. You know,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; Allah knows best&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes the things we want isn't the right thing for us and the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; things that we don't like is actually the perfect one for us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm like one of you too. I'm not saying that can accept everything that Allah has gave me. In times, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I do cry or even mad of what happened in my life&lt;/span&gt;. I do questioned Allah about this and that. And yes, I know I'm wrong. &lt;i&gt;Oh Allah, do forgive me&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Whenever&amp;nbsp;I realised I was wrong, I will rethink and repent. Because&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; we just have to let Allah do His work&lt;/span&gt;. It's either &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;He is saying yes and give you want you want or He says no and give you something better or He says wait and gives you the best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a few things that I wish I don't have in me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I hate people &lt;/span&gt;easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm emotionally&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; unstable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; cry &lt;/span&gt;wayyy to much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I always want what I can't have&lt;/span&gt;. (Ouh God, I wish I know what is the best for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; fake a smile &lt;/span&gt;so that people won't see if I'm depressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worry about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;unimportant things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wonder about other people thoughts about me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really have the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;self-confidence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mood swings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are the things that I hate about myself. But on the other hand, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I wonder if I'm wrong to questioned what I've become&lt;/span&gt;. Again Allah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;forgive me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8431691314734528844?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8431691314734528844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8431691314734528844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8431691314734528844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8431691314734528844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-remember-what-its-like-to-be.html' title='I don&apos;t remember what it&apos;s like to be happy.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6030899969510255942</id><published>2011-07-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:00:35.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness is my bestfriend.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11727038/girly470_large.gif?1310102324" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11727038/girly470_large.gif?1310102324" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cherrybam.com/girly-graphics.php"&gt;cherrybam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody knows how many times&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; I've faked a smile&lt;/span&gt;, how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've cried&lt;/span&gt;, how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I've been hurt&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody knows how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I've had to hold back my tears&lt;/span&gt;, how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I've been let down&lt;/span&gt;, how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I've been walked out on&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody knows how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I've felt like falling apart but I keep it together for those around me&lt;/span&gt;, how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I've been kicked when I was down&lt;/span&gt;, how many times&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I scream&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody knows how many times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I've forgotten how it feels to be happy&lt;/span&gt;, or how long &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I've been waiting for things to get better&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I wonder &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;who knows the difference between how I pretend I feel and how I truly feel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://summerlovvvin.tumblr.com/post/6432563142/nobody-knows-how-many-times-ive-faked-a-smile-how"&gt;summerlovvvin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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://data.whicdn.com/images/11727453/130997110839398_large.jpg?1310103622" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11727453/130997110839398_large.jpg?1310103622" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://imgfave.com/"&gt;imgfave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-6030899969510255942?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6030899969510255942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6030899969510255942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6030899969510255942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6030899969510255942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/sadness-is-my-bestfriend.html' title='Sadness is my bestfriend.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7395325488635923524</id><published>2011-07-05T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:28:08.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for making me happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-863919fdf83598f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863919fdf83598f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605391%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BF49FD61C19F3F349520CD9C6A0E4733F1AB56.7A516DD13AFA2215A2554753C919741B6DF752FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863919fdf83598f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPUgE-WAVIkghopUbUIVxHkrlbyo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863919fdf83598f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605391%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BF49FD61C19F3F349520CD9C6A0E4733F1AB56.7A516DD13AFA2215A2554753C919741B6DF752FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863919fdf83598f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPUgE-WAVIkghopUbUIVxHkrlbyo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy us. Haha. Kbye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7395325488635923524?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7395325488635923524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7395325488635923524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7395325488635923524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7395325488635923524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you-for-making-me-happy.html' title='Thank you for making me happy.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8848235958102518046</id><published>2011-07-02T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T12:26:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my own stupidity</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11468512/dsc06095_3_119710729_large_large.jpg?1309565553" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11468512/dsc06095_3_119710729_large_large.jpg?1309565553" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://aodancer96.xanga.com/weblog/?uni-22-direction=p&amp;amp;uni-22-nextdate=1%2F2%2F2011+20%3A19%3A13.653"&gt;xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;your heart shattered into pieces&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Have your ever felt like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;your hopes are too high&lt;/span&gt; and in a blink of an eye, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;smash up on the ground&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you're too &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;stupid for loving someone&lt;/span&gt; who doesn't even know you love them?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;ashamed of what you're going through&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;no one ever gonna like you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8848235958102518046?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8848235958102518046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8848235958102518046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8848235958102518046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8848235958102518046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-my-own-stupidity.html' title='It&apos;s my own stupidity'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1784132713721555280</id><published>2011-07-01T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:03:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this !</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9395036/tumblr_lkjrqtt3aw1qcmiu9o1_500_large.jpg?1304366664" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9395036/tumblr_lkjrqtt3aw1qcmiu9o1_500_large.jpg?1304366664" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ffreshman.tumblr.com/"&gt;ffreshman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;EVERY GIRL IS GOING TO LOVE A GUY WHO WILL NEVER LOVE THEM BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as she sits there crying because he will never want her, she doesn’t realize that across town there’s a boy thinking of her. A boy who would give anything to see her smile, make her laugh, or kiss her in the rain. A boy who would never make her cry because he&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;want her. But she will forever be chasing the boy who will never love her, instead of giving her heart to the one who deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://strawberrytelle.tumblr.com/post/7040893299"&gt;strawberrytelle&lt;/a&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/9004499093296493005-1784132713721555280?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1784132713721555280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1784132713721555280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1784132713721555280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1784132713721555280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-this.html' title='Read this !'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7013638234251141929</id><published>2011-06-27T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:48:52.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me for my wrong doings.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/11086815/tumblr_lmgxelgPut1qeh42c_large.jpg?1308750712" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11086815/tumblr_lmgxelgPut1qeh42c_large.jpg?1308750712" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thebeautyofislam.tumblr.com/post/6354821487/praises-be-to-allah"&gt;thebeautyofislam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt;. One word can describe so many things in so many ways.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I am thankful of what I am right now&lt;/span&gt;. I'm healthy, thank you Allah. I still have my parents beside me, thank you Allah. I got the chance to study in UiTM, thank you Allah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Every single thing that you gave me, Allah, thank you :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna share something, a story actually, that my dad told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;So, there's this man. He's now in&amp;nbsp;shocked. Traumatized. He can't do nothing. Wanna know why he's like this? This guy had three children and they are around 3, 4 years old and the youngest is a baby. One day, his wife bathed the youngest one. The other two was playing around. Out of nowhere, these boys played with 'keris'. Yes, the real 'keris'. They played and played until the brother stabbed the other one. His wife and himself panicked. They instantly wanted to go to the hospital. While he reversed his car, BANG, a loud sound was heard. And it was his son, he was hiding behind the car because he was scared. The boy died right there. Then, at that very moment, his wife realized that she left her daughter in the bathroom. She went there, and she saw the baby is already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? In just a few minutes, Allah can take all the things that He gave us. The point here, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;be thankful &lt;/span&gt;of what we had. Never forget to '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;zikir'&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;don't be too proud&lt;/span&gt; of what we have because it's all belongs to Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7013638234251141929?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7013638234251141929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7013638234251141929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7013638234251141929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7013638234251141929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgive-me-for-my-wrong-doings.html' title='Forgive me for my wrong doings.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4785843854072851182</id><published>2011-06-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:57:16.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CluSCukj0IE?rel=0" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;This song is so good.&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/9004499093296493005-4785843854072851182?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4785843854072851182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4785843854072851182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4785843854072851182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4785843854072851182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/touched.html' title='Touched.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CluSCukj0IE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5105064175442738221</id><published>2011-06-22T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:56:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Increases</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10222198/tumblr_llx3rnWqPK1qzi9p6o1_500_large.jpg?1306606969" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10222198/tumblr_llx3rnWqPK1qzi9p6o1_500_large.jpg?1306606969" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://avienlyrenfiran.tumblr.com/"&gt;avienlyrenfiran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; everytime my mom calls&lt;/span&gt;, I will always&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; feel this sadness that I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;. It's like I will automatically&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; cry&lt;/span&gt;. The truth is I miss them, my family. I miss seeing their faces, their 'perangai' and all. Ahhh, rindu.&amp;nbsp;I'm not gonna lie, I got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;a lot of friends here who cares for me and loves me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow, I feel so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. It's not the same without my family. Not the same at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. I'm sorry for not writing like I used to. I'm kinda busy plus I don't have ideas about what to write.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5105064175442738221?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5105064175442738221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5105064175442738221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5105064175442738221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5105064175442738221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/depression-increases.html' title='Depression Increases'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2811092121179692557</id><published>2011-06-19T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:44:42.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found it.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10971834/tumblr_lmt7fcjCDI1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg?1308493658" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10971834/tumblr_lmt7fcjCDI1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg?1308493658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kremedelakreme.tumblr.com/"&gt;kremedelakreme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say this all this while but couldn't find the right words. Thank God, this blogger has the same thought as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;"I don't want a serious relationship; i'm a teenager, i want someone who i can act like a complete dickhead around, that can spend hours just talking about the pointless things. i want someone who makes me laugh and who i can plan stupid things with that'll never happen because i'm sick of seeing these movies with the girl falling in love with the perfect boy. who wants perfect? i want adventure. i want someone i can tell my secrets too and waste my weekend with and act like we're 5 years old again. i wanna have fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;a href="http://littleheartaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-night.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Nadira A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/9004499093296493005-2811092121179692557?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2811092121179692557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2811092121179692557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2811092121179692557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2811092121179692557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-found-it.html' title='I&apos;ve found it.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2426035004759491434</id><published>2011-06-19T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:12:25.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10915994/249537_209508355753038_132290533474821_538622_641362_n_large.jpg?1308359180" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10915994/249537_209508355753038_132290533474821_538622_641362_n_large.jpg?1308359180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Bapa, Baba !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba, sorry lah kalau Yah ni&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; keras kepala&lt;/span&gt;. Tak pernah nak dengar cakap.&lt;br /&gt;Baba, sorry lah kalau Yah ni&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; ego&lt;/span&gt; sangat. Nak menang je.&lt;br /&gt;Baba, sorry lah kalau Yah ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;manja terlebih&lt;/span&gt;. Tak sedar diri anak sulung. Hihi&lt;br /&gt;Baba, sorry lah kalau Yah ni&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; boros&lt;/span&gt; orangnya. Asyik-asyik minta duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba, terima kasih sebab&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; mendidik Yah&lt;/span&gt; menjadi insan yang berguna.&lt;br /&gt;Baba, terima kasih sebab selama ni kalau Yah nak apa-apa, Baba beli je.&lt;br /&gt;Baba, terima kasih sebab &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;marah&lt;/span&gt; Yah. Kalau tak, sampai sekarang masih buat perangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Baba, terima kasih untuk segalanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akhir kata, Baba, I love you, you're the best Baba in this whole wide world and I'm very thankful to have you as my Baba &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/9004499093296493005-2426035004759491434?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2426035004759491434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2426035004759491434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2426035004759491434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2426035004759491434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-i-love-you.html' title='#2 I love you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7228451087000160098</id><published>2011-06-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:02:22.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10635201/mother-daughter-600x400_large.jpg?1307657040" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10635201/mother-daughter-600x400_large.jpg?1307657040" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you feel you are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; alone&lt;/span&gt; in a crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you feel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; no one can understand&lt;/span&gt; you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; love is rejected&lt;/span&gt; by others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; hate your life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; see her face&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Who loves you more than anyone else&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who cares for you in loneliness dies for you when you cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is no one but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; your sweet loving Umi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love her more than anyone else in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;her will be there for you all the time&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/9004499093296493005-7228451087000160098?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7228451087000160098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7228451087000160098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7228451087000160098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7228451087000160098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8587385072186725377</id><published>2011-06-18T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:07:23.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me in.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10194346/tumblr_lltrq7As7W1qex9ayo1_500_large.jpg?1306534733" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10194346/tumblr_lltrq7As7W1qex9ayo1_500_large.jpg?1306534733" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is gonna be a very&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; hectic week&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to do a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; presentation&lt;/span&gt; with my group about&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Semantik&lt;/span&gt;. It is actually hard to understand and I'm scared the lecturer is going to be mad at us. Please no.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My&amp;nbsp;roommate&amp;nbsp;which is a senior asked me if I want to be her&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; model for her photography class&lt;/span&gt;. To gain experience, I said yes. So, now I'm quite&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; nervous&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me luck. Hihi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;hafaz Surah Yassin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lots and lots and lots of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt; waiting to be done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Give me a break will ya ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. I have my own ego. So, watch out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8587385072186725377?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8587385072186725377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8587385072186725377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8587385072186725377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8587385072186725377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/via-tumblr-next-week-is-gonna-be-very.html' title='Let me in.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-9033638974515848310</id><published>2011-06-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:25:45.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're done here.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9945510/tumblr_lkahj1lcGT1qac19ho1_500_large.png?1305892912" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9945510/tumblr_lkahj1lcGT1qac19ho1_500_large.png?1305892912" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://chocolli.tumblr.com/"&gt;chocolli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Mereka yg meninggalkanmu di masa lalu tak akan mungkin ada di masa depanmu. Lupakan mereka, temukan seseorang yg lebih baik."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Pepatah (Twitter)&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/9004499093296493005-9033638974515848310?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/9033638974515848310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=9033638974515848310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9033638974515848310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9033638974515848310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-done-here.html' title='We&apos;re done here.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7525673729383990309</id><published>2011-06-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:50:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happen for a reason</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10756933/tumblr_lmpxweTNhG1qckut7o1_500_large.jpg?1307968406" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10756933/tumblr_lmpxweTNhG1qckut7o1_500_large.jpg?1307968406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sunshinerosepetal.tumblr.com/post/6485685473"&gt;sunshinerosepetal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-est thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'm not one of you&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not gonna change myself just because I didn't fit in. I'm not gonna fake around, talk a lot, speak loudly or even try my hardest to impress, just because you tell me so. Yes, I'm not popular and sometimes people don't even notice me. But,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I am who I am&lt;/span&gt; and I won't change that. I may be changing myself in the future for the better. But for now,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; just let me be me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I don't trust nobody here&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how 'hot' or pretty you are, that doesn't give you the permission to&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; 'pijak kepala orang'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Talk to me only when you got problems, ask me to do this and that or being a sleeping partner. Your attitude miss, is&amp;nbsp;unacceptable. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Go fuck yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I miss my family&lt;/span&gt;, like a lot. I miss my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;mom's cooking&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like the food here :'( I miss Danish. You know when he always ask me to accompany him when he wants to sleep. I miss Baba too. Ahh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;so wanna go home.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I know so random. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7525673729383990309?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7525673729383990309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7525673729383990309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7525673729383990309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7525673729383990309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='Things happen for a reason'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3895646286057969811</id><published>2011-06-09T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:04:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about university.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10595898/alla-n_large.jpg?1307557359" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10595898/alla-n_large.jpg?1307557359" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://saleneslookbook.blogspot.com/"&gt;saleneslookbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes so far;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM161 = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Tons of assignments&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily in groups. The lecturer is fine, she's pretty. But we only got to meet her once a week. So,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; 3 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;? Idk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A lot to memorise&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, a lot. Good luck to me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEL120 = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sir AA&lt;/span&gt;. Nice, handsome and cool. BAHAHAH. Meet him 3 times a week. Nice, thanks a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;Pretty easy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; Not boring at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBM111 = She talks a lot.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; Kinda strict&lt;/span&gt;. She likes to laugh and give us assignments. Although it's just BM but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;it's quite complicated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BM saya B+ je. Susah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSC134 = Got&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; 2 lecturers.&lt;/span&gt; One is okay. The other one tak pernah jumpa lagi. So, hopefully she's okay too.&lt;br /&gt;This subject also have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;a lot to memorise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; Alaa, computer je kan?&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM165 = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;The subject I hate the most&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not because of the lecturer but because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I'm scared to talk in public&lt;/span&gt;. It's scary somehow. I need to overcome this fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTU101 = Once a week. Never met the lecturer yet. I hope it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO111 = I got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Kesatria&lt;/span&gt;. I'm excited 'cause next semester I will be able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;choose other activities&lt;/span&gt;. But then, now I realise&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; how tough is it and kena ambil darah&lt;/span&gt;. Bagus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3895646286057969811?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3895646286057969811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3895646286057969811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3895646286057969811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3895646286057969811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-about-university.html' title='All about university.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4703030074917395670</id><published>2011-06-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:30:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going through a hard time.</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://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmg64oRQ5a1qf2etvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmg64oRQ5a1qf2etvo1_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;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at 0900 in class, I realised something.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; I miss my best friends&lt;/span&gt;. I looked around, everyone smile and laughed, everyone have their own buddy. Then, I realised that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; I miss Nur Liyana Kamaruddin&lt;/span&gt;. She sat besides me in class. She was the one&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I spoke to everyday about my ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;. She'll listen even though my stories is kinda boring.&amp;nbsp;In class, I was the one who&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; disturb her&lt;/span&gt; and all. I always asked her about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; and copy her (HIHI). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Yanaaa, I miss you&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the laugh, the fight, the tears we had. I miss it all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Do you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-4703030074917395670?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4703030074917395670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4703030074917395670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4703030074917395670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4703030074917395670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-through-hard-time.html' title='I&apos;m going through a hard time.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5136227967499552637</id><published>2011-06-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:13:51.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is fun?</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10098296/tumblr_llnpsvNxPM1qfxmszo1_500_large.jpg?1306274933" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10098296/tumblr_llnpsvNxPM1qfxmszo1_500_large.jpg?1306274933" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://depoisdascinco.tumblr.com/"&gt;depoisdascinco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;life in University isn't that fun actually&lt;/span&gt;. A lot to think about, a lot of things to do by yourself and a lot of people with different personalities that you need to handle. It is okay and fun sometimes but you know... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that fun when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;your room isn't fully yours anymore&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I know sharing is caring but yeah, I'm still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;trying to fit in&lt;/span&gt;. It isn't that fun when you go to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; the bathroom and the smell is 'super fine' and it's 'super clean&lt;/span&gt;'. Ahah, not fun. Not fun at all. It isn't that fun when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you have to walk everyday with the hotness of the sun&lt;/span&gt;. I'm skinny now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; I'm still enjoying it&lt;/span&gt;. For example, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MDS&lt;/span&gt; week was fun. Especially with all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt; and all the friends that I met and all those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;handsome Abang PM&lt;/span&gt;. Hihi (Okay, dah menggedik) MDS week was really tiring. I used to complained everyday but now,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; I miss it&lt;/span&gt;. I really do. Another example of fun, when you hang out with your new friends and they tell you their funny stories and experiences. It really make me forget for a minute about my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything is fine. Wish me luck and pray for me. Byebye. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. I miss Abg Bubu, Abg. Fikri, Abg. Haiqal and all other Abg and Akak. Seriously :')&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5136227967499552637?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5136227967499552637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5136227967499552637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5136227967499552637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5136227967499552637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-fun.html' title='What is fun?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6262533518010437302</id><published>2011-06-06T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:19:10.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7412446/tumblr_lgz3lplTId1qbuhado1_500_large.jpg?1298517470" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7412446/tumblr_lgz3lplTId1qbuhado1_500_large.jpg?1298517470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear H,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday. Even though I know y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;ou will never read this &lt;/span&gt;I still want to show how much I care. So, yesterday was your birthday. I prayed to Allah that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you will be happy for the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;. I prayed that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;you will always smile&lt;/span&gt; that beautiful smile of yours which actually made me fall for you. I prayed that you will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;have someone who will care for you and love you more than I already did.&lt;/span&gt; Just so you know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I prayed for you everyday of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I texted you &lt;/span&gt;just to wish happy birthday. When you&amp;nbsp;replied, I was so happy and smile all day long even though you just said '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you. Ni siapa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' You still made me smile. Thank you for at least replied to my text. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I imagine you on that day&lt;/span&gt;. How bright is your smile. How happy you are when all those girls and friend of yours wished you happy birthday. Trust me, I can imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;ve prepared a wonderful present for you&lt;/span&gt; but I don't think you will ever receive it. Hee. So, I'll keep it. Happy Birthday again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Having you as a crush for 3 years is such an interesting memory of my life&lt;/span&gt;. So, yeah thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-6262533518010437302?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6262533518010437302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6262533518010437302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6262533518010437302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6262533518010437302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s time to say goodbye.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5190826118542025736</id><published>2011-06-02T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:08:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerinduan Melanda</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://data.whicdn.com/images/10368265/tumblr_lm3vcvxtlJ1qet6myo1_500_large.jpg?1306986013" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10368265/tumblr_lm3vcvxtlJ1qet6myo1_500_large.jpg?1306986013" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://packagedsmiles.tumblr.com/post/6096431902" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;packagedsmiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Dear silent readers, I miss you guys. No joke :'(&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/9004499093296493005-5190826118542025736?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5190826118542025736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5190826118542025736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5190826118542025736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5190826118542025736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/06/kerinduan-melanda.html' title='Kerinduan Melanda'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8335317389927941726</id><published>2011-05-19T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:49:00.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I will be enemies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://data.whicdn.com/images/9839317/1305660_EARdYgEi_c_large.jpg?1305589735" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9839317/1305660_EARdYgEi_c_large.jpg?1305589735" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/1305660/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; of course. All four of them. Every single one of them. K, k, enough. Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Liyana Embok&lt;/span&gt;. You know you're listed, so don't ask me why :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Adriana Nadirah&lt;/span&gt;. Bestie for life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Nurliyana Kamaruddin&lt;/span&gt;. I miss talking to you. The gossips and all, bila nak jumpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Ann Nadia&lt;/span&gt;. Just know her but she really understand me and MAYBE we gonna study together. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8335317389927941726?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8335317389927941726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8335317389927941726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8335317389927941726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8335317389927941726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-and-i-will-be-enemies.html' title='You and I will be enemies.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4306504755448933709</id><published>2011-05-18T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:23:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me for my mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://data.whicdn.com/images/9873181/tumblr_ll5zvrGazl1qfww3ro1_500_large.jpg?1305675864" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9873181/tumblr_ll5zvrGazl1qfww3ro1_500_large.jpg?1305675864" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dreamalittlemore.tumblr.com/"&gt;dreamalittlemore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish I never&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; move out&lt;/span&gt; from SBPI Gopeng. It was a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I was very hardworking and didn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;played around&lt;/span&gt; when SPM was around the corner. Now, look at my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I remember and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;cherish every moment&lt;/span&gt; of my childhood. And now, I miss it terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish back then, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;treated my bestfriends perfectly&lt;/span&gt;. I used to yell at them, ugh, I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;close to my mom&lt;/span&gt; and I can hug her and tell her stories anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I didn't met you, know you, fall for you, and care for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-4306504755448933709?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4306504755448933709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4306504755448933709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4306504755448933709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4306504755448933709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/forgive-me-for-my-mistakes.html' title='Forgive me for my mistakes'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1805735549818591067</id><published>2011-05-17T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:13:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You crossed my mind all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://data.whicdn.com/images/9839506/tumblr_llbaf3Fl4c1qgcl01o1_500_large.jpg?1305590129" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9839506/tumblr_llbaf3Fl4c1qgcl01o1_500_large.jpg?1305590129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://believeyoucanshine.tumblr.com/"&gt;believeyoucanshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1." Am I gonna&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; die&lt;/span&gt; soon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Why do I feel so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;? Like no one is there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I'm so sorry for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; hurting &lt;/span&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Please, Allah, I really want to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;study Masscomm in UiTM&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Does anyone ever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; for me? Or they are just fake and never really care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt;, grow faster and please be beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I'm not good enough, I'm not smart enough, I'm not pretty enough.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; There's nothing enough about me&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1805735549818591067?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1805735549818591067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1805735549818591067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1805735549818591067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1805735549818591067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-crossed-my-mind-all-time.html' title='You crossed my mind all the time.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5911013297835001718</id><published>2011-05-16T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:24:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://data.whicdn.com/images/9523282/tumblr_lkt0ftL78n1qgh8u0o1_500_large.jpg?1304741041" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9523282/tumblr_lkt0ftL78n1qgh8u0o1_500_large.jpg?1304741041" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://insatiablycurious.tumblr.com/"&gt;insatiablycurious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;pray 5 times a day &lt;/span&gt;and know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;how to read the Quran&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; Love kids&lt;/span&gt;. Especially when you play with them, I swear that is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once in awhile,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; wear Baju Melayu&lt;/span&gt;. I love seeing guys wearing it, TURN ON. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; desperate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Be hard to get&lt;/span&gt;. And give me time to miss you. I mean if you call and text me everyday, lama-lama muak juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Watch out your words&lt;/span&gt;. Once you being mean to me or your words can kill me, then your not my type at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like guys who knows how to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; dress up&lt;/span&gt;. Not in a girly way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; guys. When you show how much you care, then you maybe on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Brave enough&lt;/span&gt;. If you like me, then tell me.&amp;nbsp;Don't&amp;nbsp;be too shy or whatever it is. As a guy you should start the move. Chase her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5911013297835001718?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5911013297835001718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5911013297835001718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5911013297835001718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5911013297835001718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you.html' title='Can you?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2214335345490682790</id><published>2011-05-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:55:16.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is pretty much me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://data.whicdn.com/images/9779071/tumblr_ll4fwkNm8z1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg?1305452535" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9779071/tumblr_ll4fwkNm8z1qbsbszo1_500_large.jpg?1305452535" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; talkative&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; tall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really like to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;push people away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; paranoid about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Love fashion&lt;/span&gt; but hardly can afford to buy new cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I can't sleep if everyone is already asleep at night&lt;/span&gt;. I need at least one person to stay up to make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate all the so called air&amp;nbsp;traditional. Haha. Such as&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;, Air kelapa, Air Mata Kucing, Air Tebu&lt;/span&gt; and what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm the kind of person who&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;doesn't&amp;nbsp;like to be hated&lt;/span&gt;. I feel guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2214335345490682790?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2214335345490682790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2214335345490682790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2214335345490682790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2214335345490682790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-is-pretty-much-me.html' title='That is pretty much me.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2017123666086669920</id><published>2011-05-14T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:36:47.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9706959/tumblr_lhjx2rn7fV1qcwi7lo1_1280_large.jpg?1305253848" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9706959/tumblr_lhjx2rn7fV1qcwi7lo1_1280_large.jpg?1305253848" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://histericc.tumblr.com/"&gt;histericc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, I am kinda lazy to update my blog. So I'm gonna do 10 days Challenge. I just found it in Tumblr. I'm gonna start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish you knew&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; the main reason (the secret actually) why I walked away.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;read your text &amp;amp; look at your photo everyday&lt;/span&gt;, before I sleep, in the morning when I wake up and whenever I miss you. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you so much you guys for everything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Since the day I was born until now&lt;/span&gt;, everything you do for making me happy. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I love you guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Even though&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'm not a good friend to you&lt;/span&gt;, you're still there for me, to comfort me whenever I've got some issues. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You try your hardest to cheer me up&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could&amp;nbsp;appreciate&amp;nbsp;you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt; what I feel towards you anymore. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt; is a lot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Maybe I've changed&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanna say that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I hope you notice me earlier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know why whenever I'm around you, I feel like I'm pissed off, I'm really mad and wanted to yell. Thank God I never do those things to you. I'm sorry. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I know I should respect you more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;noticed&amp;nbsp;you like me so long ago before someone told me that you like me&lt;/span&gt;. I noticed that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I hope we can be good friends for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We gonna to two different way. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;You're gonna be in Perak and I, Melaka (maybe)&lt;/span&gt;. So, best friend, I hope you'll never forget me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I hope you'll never change&lt;/span&gt;. I will be missing you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thanks for being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;a good big sister &lt;/span&gt;to me. Thanks for always&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; sharing your stories&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna miss all of it.&amp;nbsp;Don't&amp;nbsp;be sad. Danish kan ada :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;You're like my twin&lt;/span&gt;. We love the same thing, same songs, and all. You always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;help me &lt;/span&gt;with my problems. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You give me courage&lt;/span&gt; to go on with my life. I hope we can be great friends. Thank you so much for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; Take care of yourself &lt;/span&gt;in Melaka. Your phone, keep it safe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Don't&amp;nbsp;eat too much&lt;/span&gt;, you're gonna be fat in no time. Cheer up, boarding school isn't that bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mengikut susunan. So, jgn kecil hati. I love everyone of you in the list. You guys are important to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. My interview was okay. Do pray for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2017123666086669920?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2017123666086669920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2017123666086669920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2017123666086669920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2017123666086669920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7942750442545794949</id><published>2011-05-11T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:30:17.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview again? God, no.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9560135/tumblr_l74k8pxy0g1qzg7ruo1_500_large_large.jpg?1304839795" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9560135/tumblr_l74k8pxy0g1qzg7ruo1_500_large_large.jpg?1304839795" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://thompsonjuhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pages Of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Thank you Allah&lt;/span&gt; for giving me this&amp;nbsp;opportunity. The good news is my dad help me out and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I got the interview for Diploma Masscomm&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God. I'm kinda scared right now 'cause this is serious matter to me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I need to pass this interview&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Wish me luck you guys &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;there's 2 question that I'm not sure how to answer it&lt;/span&gt;. Can you guys help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;How can you&amp;nbsp;contribute&amp;nbsp;to this program (masscomm)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Why do you think you're qualified for this program&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me out. Thank you. Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7942750442545794949?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7942750442545794949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7942750442545794949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7942750442545794949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7942750442545794949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/interview-again-god-no.html' title='Interview again? God, no.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-848510239278831393</id><published>2011-05-10T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:21:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya sayang Umi saya sangat-sangat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6a0yxQa3pU/Tci7Q4bPANI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lfCyPgXWrY4/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6a0yxQa3pU/Tci7Q4bPANI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lfCyPgXWrY4/s640/DSC_0429.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I cried&lt;/span&gt; again and again and over again. At first, I cried because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;my dad's words&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, my heart hurt so much to hear those words from my own dad. Baba, I know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'm not a good&amp;nbsp;daughter&amp;nbsp;and I'm so dumb&lt;/span&gt;. I know. But your&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cynical&amp;nbsp;words&lt;/span&gt; made me cry none stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Umi help me out with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;e-rayuan&lt;/span&gt; thingy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; We couldn't decide&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;anything at all. That's when I started to cry. This time in front of my mom. I couldn't help it. I told her that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;she doesn't understand what I feel right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; Being a failure isn't easy&lt;/span&gt;. She just told me to try and asked Allah to guide me, then she walked away. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I thought she didn't care&lt;/span&gt;. I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continued crying until 2200. Couldn't sleep 'cause it's been so hot. Sweating all over. Slept at 2300. Woke up at 0200. Slept again. Woke up at 0400. Sleep again, then&amp;nbsp;woke&amp;nbsp;up at 0645.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I know, Umi send me this text message;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Umi doakan Yah dapatlah masuk Diploma Masscomm ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Tak sanggup dah tengok Yah asyik nangis je."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you all already know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I cried again&lt;/span&gt; after reading that text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Umi, thank you :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-848510239278831393?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/848510239278831393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=848510239278831393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/848510239278831393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/848510239278831393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/saya-sayang-umi-saya-sangat-sangat.html' title='Saya sayang Umi saya sangat-sangat.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6a0yxQa3pU/Tci7Q4bPANI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lfCyPgXWrY4/s72-c/DSC_0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1392462896781581330</id><published>2011-05-07T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:34:44.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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://data.whicdn.com/images/9437117/tumblr_lkjgeeArfb1qhebn2o1_500_large.jpg?1304477334" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9437117/tumblr_lkjgeeArfb1qhebn2o1_500_large.jpg?1304477334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anchorsinmyskin.tumblr.com/" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;On Your Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;I need some, I mean a lot &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;of sleeping pills&lt;/span&gt;. And ouh do you have a &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;knife&lt;/span&gt;? A nice one. I'm thinking to &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;cut myself. &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/9004499093296493005-1392462896781581330?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1392462896781581330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1392462896781581330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1392462896781581330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1392462896781581330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/via-on-your-side-i-need-some-i-mean-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5272807991045072184</id><published>2011-05-06T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:44:18.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end of the world.</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://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkret2RXNR1qzjm43o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkret2RXNR1qzjm43o1_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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; I am tired of crying&lt;/span&gt;. (Just cried) I don't know what&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; my future&lt;/span&gt; is anymore. I feel like it is all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt;. I checked my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;UPU result&lt;/span&gt; with a lot of hope, with a big smile on my face. But the moment I clicked the button '&lt;i&gt;Semak&lt;/i&gt;',&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; the word '&lt;i&gt;maaf&lt;/i&gt;' showed up&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't think of&amp;nbsp;anything. I just cried. I know that this isn't the end of the world and y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ou guys can keep all your motivational speech to yourself&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I'm not in the mood to read or listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents doesn't want me to apply masscomm, so I didn't put it in my first choice even though &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;it was my dream.&lt;/span&gt; Then, everybody said I was good in English, so I tried Foundation Studies in TESL (My first choice), got the interview but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I guess I'm just not that good in English&lt;/span&gt;. Remember my dream to study in France? Well, that's ruined too 'cause&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; I didn't even get the interview&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I thought was my future, my option, my dream. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Just fade away&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like there's nothing I can do anymore. Ouh, yeah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I got Matrikulasi but I'm so stupid&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;especially in science subject. They say matriks is so hard. I don't think I can do it. Yes, I know that there's '&lt;i&gt;rayuan'&lt;/i&gt;, but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; all the course that I want isn't available anymore. &lt;/span&gt;What should I apply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Allah, do guide me. Please tell me what's the best for me. When I cry, comfort me 'cause I don't have anyone else to be there for me. Just You. When I feel like giving up, please give me&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;to go on. &amp;nbsp;When I'm mad, please calm me down. Dear Allah, I know that You're listening to me. Do tell me what I should do right now. Amin.&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/9004499093296493005-5272807991045072184?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5272807991045072184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5272807991045072184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5272807991045072184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5272807991045072184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-end-of-world.html' title='This is the end of the world.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8680340485072990587</id><published>2011-05-02T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:10:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="442" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y68_sNvD4MA?rel=0" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just listen to it and please pay attention to the lyrics. It means a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkewvrCSo11qa0o10o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkewvrCSo11qa0o10o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And btw, Prince Harry is officially mine.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8680340485072990587?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8680340485072990587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8680340485072990587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8680340485072990587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8680340485072990587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y68_sNvD4MA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8095845083017533720</id><published>2011-05-02T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:40:22.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate how I've been lately.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9372127/tumblr_lbuqyxTN3h1qcgc6xo1_500_large.jpg?1304296313" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9372127/tumblr_lbuqyxTN3h1qcgc6xo1_500_large.jpg?1304296313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://welcometoimagination.tumblr.com/" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Hello, beautiful!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;pissed off way too easily, &lt;/span&gt;taking some things way &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;too seriously,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;making a big deal out of everything. &lt;/span&gt;Committing to favors that people ask me to do, but end up not doing shit. &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Stupid ass mood swings&lt;/span&gt; that didn’t seem to exist as much before. &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Thinking way too much&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;analyzing every little thing&lt;/span&gt; you fucking do, when I know in reality it doesn’t mean anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://markmejia.tumblr.com/post/5095360976/i-hate-how-ive-been-lately"&gt;markmejia&lt;/a&gt;&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/9004499093296493005-8095845083017533720?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8095845083017533720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8095845083017533720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8095845083017533720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8095845083017533720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-how-ive-been-lately.html' title='I hate how I&apos;ve been lately.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3719374929088737618</id><published>2011-04-28T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:59:26.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New boyfriend maybe?</title><content type='html'>Je vous presente mon petit copain (HIHI) ;&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://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkcguzooRw1qhedllo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkcguzooRw1qhedllo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; ha? I know, I know. Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;he's mine now&lt;/span&gt;. Say hi to him :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3719374929088737618?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3719374929088737618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3719374929088737618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3719374929088737618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3719374929088737618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-boyfriend-maybe.html' title='New boyfriend maybe?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1140401719032999429</id><published>2011-04-27T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:08:32.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9213930/tumblr_lj5atlmLSN1qg28vao1_500_large.jpg?1303865307" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9213930/tumblr_lj5atlmLSN1qg28vao1_500_large.jpg?1303865307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whatxsarahsaid.tumblr.com/post/4346381093"&gt;whatxsarahsaid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; going wrong&lt;/span&gt; lately. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;couldn't sleep well&lt;/span&gt; last night and the past couple of days. I feel&amp;nbsp;noxious, I feel cold then hot, I wake up every deux heures,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; it's like something is wrong&lt;/span&gt;. The question is '&lt;i&gt;What the hell is wrong?&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;My nose bleed&lt;/span&gt; just now. Well, if you know me, I will&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; freak out whenever I see blood&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God there's nothing serious. I just lay down and put some tissues in my nose. Tadaaa, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be back this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; which is suck. Because I have to go early for my French class and I don't know if they can make it&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;at least 1800. I told Umi that it will be easier if I didn't go to the class, but she insist. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Hello, I'm the one who will be alone in Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I feel like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I want to yell&lt;/span&gt; at everyone around me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;My mood swing is bugging me&lt;/span&gt;. Any idea how to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; handle stress&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1140401719032999429?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1140401719032999429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1140401719032999429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1140401719032999429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1140401719032999429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5788409792264842068</id><published>2011-04-26T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:44:20.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to live forever besides you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIWNORSIPIk/TbZ3Zymo5vI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ug6j2I1XZCM/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIWNORSIPIk/TbZ3Zymo5vI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ug6j2I1XZCM/s800/DSC_0408.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;nice to people&lt;/span&gt;. I try not to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;hurt their feelings&lt;/span&gt;. I try to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;talk nicely&lt;/span&gt;. I try to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;fake a smile&lt;/span&gt;. I try it all.&amp;nbsp;But I want to know why people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;misunderstood&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes they say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm a fake and hypocrite 'cause I'm too nice&lt;/span&gt;. They say I'm really good at acting and all. Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm being too nice, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;they even take advantage of my attitude&lt;/span&gt;. (Pijak kepala la bak kata orang) Why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try not to hurt you but all you do is hurting me. There are times when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; people say or&amp;nbsp;criticized&amp;nbsp;me but their words can kill me sometimes&lt;/span&gt;. Can't you just used proper words? People hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I smile, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;can you stop for awhile and think, "Is that a fake smile?"&lt;/span&gt; Just, can you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;The smile on my face isn't even real&lt;/span&gt;, please realize that. I&amp;nbsp;appreciate&amp;nbsp;it a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do you ever try to be nice to me?&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/9004499093296493005-5788409792264842068?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5788409792264842068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5788409792264842068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5788409792264842068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5788409792264842068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-to-live-forever-besides-you.html' title='I want to live forever besides you.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIWNORSIPIk/TbZ3Zymo5vI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ug6j2I1XZCM/s72-c/DSC_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3441448305431264463</id><published>2011-04-26T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:27:46.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Young</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://data.whicdn.com/images/9179820/tumblr_lc00bdlEht1qzulv8o1_500_large.jpg?1303774252" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9179820/tumblr_lc00bdlEht1qzulv8o1_500_large.jpg?1303774252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://me-minus-heart.tumblr.com/post/1673467166"&gt;cute things.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of being the second choice. When is gonna be my turn?&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/9004499093296493005-3441448305431264463?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3441448305431264463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3441448305431264463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3441448305431264463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3441448305431264463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-young.html' title='We&apos;re Young'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-9205117502814967352</id><published>2011-04-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:04:30.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ypit0NcNV-8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; seems to change so easily,&lt;br /&gt;In place of our own greed, a painful scar is left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Gotta let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I was not really the person for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hold back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;my stupid heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Which pained you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the end for the both of us,&lt;br /&gt;And until the world would allow our love then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay dear please don’t cry,&lt;br /&gt;This long journey is about to end.&lt;br /&gt;But someday,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; we will meet again&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;In the next life, we will see each other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;we are blinded by our anger&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;What we were fighting about every minute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I cried every night&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the long nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I stayed up late crying&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I spent them&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;tears come to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I remember our beautiful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I hope that you won’t be hurt more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- PARK BOM - DON'T CRY&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/9004499093296493005-9205117502814967352?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/9205117502814967352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=9205117502814967352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9205117502814967352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/9205117502814967352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-cry.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ypit0NcNV-8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-2515045665751395035</id><published>2011-04-20T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:49:45.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat adam yg mencari cinta hawa &amp; buat hawa yg menanti cinta adam.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/7986128/In_small_calm_by_LittleFlair_large.jpg?1300302306" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7986128/In_small_calm_by_LittleFlair_large.jpg?1300302306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://littleflair.deviantart.com/art/in-small-calm-99603671?q=gallery%3ALittleFlair&amp;amp;qo=309"&gt;devianart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk adam.&lt;br /&gt;Andai mahu mencari hawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jgn dilihat pd&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; purdah mahupun tudung&lt;/span&gt; semata-mata kerana hawa hari ini tidak lagi seperti dulu. Lihatlah pd &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;telapak tgnnya&lt;/span&gt;, andai mudah telapak lembut itu hinggap pd kulit lelaki lain tanpa lapik, fikirlah semasaknya utk menyuntingnya. Sesungguhnya &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;memegang bulu anjing itu lebih baik dari menyentuh kulit lelaki atau wanita yang boleh kita kahwini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jgn dilihat pada&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; baju labuh mahupun jubahnya&lt;/span&gt; semata-mata. Lihatlah pada sebujur &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;bibirnya&lt;/span&gt;. Andai kata-katanya &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;berbisa atau kuat suaranya&lt;/span&gt;. Fikirlah semasaknya andai hati masih teringin menyuntingnya, khuatir kelak&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; dia membawa fitnah buat si suami&lt;/span&gt;. Menabur buruk diri si suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jgn dilihat pada&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt; cantik ayu wajahnya&lt;/span&gt; semata-mata. Lihatlah pada sepasang indah&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; mata miliknya&lt;/span&gt;. Andai &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;tidak redup menunuduk pandangan&lt;/span&gt;, fikirlah semasaknya andai ingin terus menyunting dirinya. Khuatir bila sudah bersuami &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;matanya masih terus meliar&lt;/span&gt; memandang segak rupa lelaki lain yang bukan bernama suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk hawa.&lt;br /&gt;Andai mahu menerima cinta adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jgn dilihat pada kereta mewahnya semata-mata. Lihatlah pd aktiviti malamnya, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;andai liar hidupnya tika malam menjelma&lt;/span&gt;, fikirlah sebaiknya andai mahu menerima. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Kerana maksiat itu lebih mudah tatkala kelam malam sudah tiba&lt;/span&gt;. Khuatir juga &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;subuhnya terus leka dibuai mimpi nan indah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jgn dilihat pada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;pakaian berjenama&lt;/span&gt; semata-mata. Lihatlah pada bahagian &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;kakinya&lt;/span&gt;. Andai &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;mudah lututnya ditayangkan tatkala lincah dipadang bola&lt;/span&gt;, fikirlah sebaiknya andai masih mahu menerima, kerana &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;aurat suami itu hanya selayaknya dilihat oleh si isteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jgn dilihat pada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;tampan paras&lt;/span&gt; semata-mata. Lihatlah pada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;mulutnya tatkala berbicara&lt;/span&gt;. Andai dia mudah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;menghambur carutan dan sumpah seranah&lt;/span&gt;, fikirlah sebaiknya andai masih tegar memilihnya, khuatir pabila bersama kelak, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;kesalahan kecil anda akan menerima hamburan cacian yang menyeksakan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki dan wanita hari ini tidak lagi seperti mereka yang dahulu. Sebelum ini, wanita berhijab itu sesungguhnya mmg mulia zahir batinnya tetapi hari ini, mereka yang bertudung barangkali hanya utk menyembunyikan kelemahan diri. Begitulah juga sang lelaki, kadang-kala berkopiah. Dari mata nampak sungguh alim tetapi dlm hatinya? Siapa yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar renungan bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found this on FB, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/i-love-allah-swt-and-prophet-muhammad-saw/buat-adam-yg-mencari-cinta-hawabuat-hawa-yg-menanti-cinta-adam/207742669243413" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-2515045665751395035?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/2515045665751395035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=2515045665751395035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2515045665751395035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/2515045665751395035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/buat-adam-yg-mencari-cinta-hawa-buat.html' title='Buat adam yg mencari cinta hawa &amp; buat hawa yg menanti cinta adam.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-314918049012631428</id><published>2011-04-20T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:03:58.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret and Mistakes.</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://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljujq9TBW21qbimneo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljujq9TBW21qbimneo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sometimes we know we shouldn't and thats exactly why we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-314918049012631428?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/314918049012631428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=314918049012631428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/314918049012631428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/314918049012631428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/regret-and-mistakes.html' title='Regret and Mistakes.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8276952703902655465</id><published>2011-04-19T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:59:36.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Cry Only When Nobody's Around</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8948880/1209716_p9_800x600__large.jpg?1303173688" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8948880/1209716_p9_800x600__large.jpg?1303173688" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;lookbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Why it is so easy for us to judge people?&lt;/span&gt; I was that someone before. You know, whenever I saw something that I don't like,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; I'll judge them without knowing the real problem&lt;/span&gt;. I guess now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I realized I am wrong&lt;/span&gt;. For example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;The moment when you see a girl/boy leave their bf/gf&lt;/span&gt;. You must be thinking, "&lt;i&gt;Ouh, he/she is so bad. How could he/she leave them like that.&lt;/i&gt;" And so much more speculation. But I tell you what, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;there must be a reason&lt;/span&gt;. You don't know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;how they cried at night on their bed thinking about what they've done&lt;/span&gt;. You don't know how they really feel;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; guilt, regret, mad or even sad&lt;/span&gt;. Don't simply judge people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The moment when you see a person who doesn't wear hijab or wear something sexy&lt;/span&gt;. You'll think, "&lt;i&gt;She never perform the prayer. She is 'wild. Go to the club&lt;/i&gt;." Maybe it is true, but maybe not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Maybe they just need guidance&lt;/span&gt;. I would like to&amp;nbsp;share&amp;nbsp;something; One day, I saw a women.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;wore something&amp;nbsp;inappropriate but the thing is she walk into the surau and pray. Get it? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;The moment when you see someone who doesn't like to talk, very quiet and never socialize&lt;/span&gt;. You must be thinking, "&lt;i&gt;She's a snobbish. She never talk to us.&lt;/i&gt;" Or "&lt;i&gt;She's a weirdo. She's anti-social. I don't wanna be friend with her&lt;/i&gt;." I mean, come on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;maybe she's just shy to talk to you, talk to her first.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe all her life, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;her parents doesn't allowed her to go outside and make friends, that's why she's&amp;nbsp;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;she doesn't have self&amp;nbsp;confidence&amp;nbsp;in herself, that's why she's scared to&amp;nbsp;stand&amp;nbsp;out in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know what I'm saying?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;that kind of person &lt;/span&gt;that judge people right away. And now I'm thinking,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; how would they feel&lt;/span&gt; to be judge? How would they feel to be isolated? What I've done to them. I feel bad. Really bad. So, please, change ourselves. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Be better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8276952703902655465?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8276952703902655465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8276952703902655465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8276952703902655465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8276952703902655465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-cry-only-when-nobodys-around.html' title='She Cry Only When Nobody&apos;s Around'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-7037894858579981059</id><published>2011-04-13T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:19:02.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Do Wrong?</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8746591/tumblr_ljjt6xR9lA1qc38zjo1_500_large.jpg?1302626961" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8746591/tumblr_ljjt6xR9lA1qc38zjo1_500_large.jpg?1302626961" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://eclas.tumblr.com/"&gt;eclas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I wanna&amp;nbsp;pursue&amp;nbsp;my studies &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;in France for 3 years&lt;/span&gt;. Then, I'll become a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;teacher/lecturer&lt;/span&gt;? Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;it's never gonna happen now&lt;/span&gt;. It's all screwed up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I didn't make it to the interview&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Allah, please let me know what you're actually planning for me&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I can't really figure it out right now. Is it a bad future or a nice one?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-7037894858579981059?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/7037894858579981059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=7037894858579981059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7037894858579981059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/7037894858579981059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-did-i-do-wrong.html' title='What Did I Do Wrong?'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3163623508520728766</id><published>2011-04-12T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:07:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Ask Me Anything If You Want</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8704037/tumblr_lehlwrcn5J1qerwfjo1_500_large.jpg?1302485694" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8704037/tumblr_lehlwrcn5J1qerwfjo1_500_large.jpg?1302485694" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://loveevi.tumblr.com/"&gt;loveevi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me what's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;my 11:11 wish&lt;/span&gt; and I post this in her askbox (Tumblr) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;My 11:11 wish: I wish he'll be mine one day. And he will realize how much I loved him for the past 3 years. I'm kinda tired of waiting now.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"You should tell him how you feel. What if he loved you back?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, sometimes things are worth the wait though!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; an anonymous post this in my askbox&lt;/span&gt; (in Tumblr). I don't understand why he/she give me the&amp;nbsp;month&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I was not born in that month. But when I think back, maybe this anonymous wants me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;to know about a person&lt;/span&gt; who was born in this particular month. Maybe. Just saying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"JUNE =FINEASS&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takesrep pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear anonymous, now I know. Thanks a lot&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3163623508520728766?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3163623508520728766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3163623508520728766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3163623508520728766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3163623508520728766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-can-ask-me-anything-if-you-want.html' title='You Can Ask Me Anything If You Want'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5583073254528698909</id><published>2011-04-09T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:18:19.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Goodbye *cries*</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8560143/tumblr_lj81zup9NH1qh3gd9o1_500_large.jpg?1302078297" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8560143/tumblr_lj81zup9NH1qh3gd9o1_500_large.jpg?1302078297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via Tumblr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do you hate me so much? Why you treat me like this? Did you forget about everything we had?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;. I remember &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;our memories&lt;/span&gt; every second of my life. Sometimes, when my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;phone vibrate&lt;/span&gt; I became so excited but when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; it's not your name that appear on the screen&lt;/span&gt;, I was&amp;nbsp;disappointed. My phone doesn't have any use at the moment. No one text me all day long long, no one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;call me late at night&lt;/span&gt; just 'cause they miss my voice, no one send me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; long, sweet and cute&amp;nbsp;text&amp;nbsp;messages&lt;/span&gt; when I wake up in the morning, no one randomly text me just to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;let me know that they love me&lt;/span&gt; and no one text me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;tell me that I'm beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; Not anymore. Just so you know, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I still miss you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; I just can't see us together at the moment&lt;/span&gt;. There's a lot for me to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;learn about the outside world&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not ready for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; starting a lovelife&lt;/span&gt;. Remember when you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; told me the secret &lt;/span&gt;the other day? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;My heart was devastated&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't believe that you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; lied to me&lt;/span&gt;. Since then, my feelings towards you somehow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;fade away&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why. Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Allah did that to me 'cause He wants the best for me&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; take care of yourself&lt;/span&gt;, don't do stupid things and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;keep praying to Allah&lt;/span&gt;. I pray for your happiness 5 times a day just so you know. I'm sorry for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;crushing your heart into pieces&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry for all the mistakes that I've done to you. Thank you for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;the most beautiful and happy 3 months of my life&lt;/span&gt;. I really enjoyed it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Au revoir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5583073254528698909?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5583073254528698909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5583073254528698909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5583073254528698909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5583073254528698909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/final-goodbye-cries.html' title='The Final Goodbye *cries*'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5752152725586523136</id><published>2011-04-08T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:43:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks.</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://data.whicdn.com/images/8609475/tumblr_ljazlx1Sjg1qbc2n8o1_500_large.jpg?1302229183" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8609475/tumblr_ljazlx1Sjg1qbc2n8o1_500_large.jpg?1302229183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dontstripmymind.tumblr.com/"&gt;dontstripmymind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I remember when I didn't reply your 'iloveyou'(s), you always say, "Hey, you don't love me anymore?" And now you're saying that all this while I've been telling you lies? Please. Can't you see that I've been trying not to hurt you? Think again.&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/9004499093296493005-5752152725586523136?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5752152725586523136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5752152725586523136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5752152725586523136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5752152725586523136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-1979415117125760023</id><published>2011-04-08T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:46:09.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face The Fact That I'm Not Yours Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJowexKLOg8/TZ5aF52opvI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Z4eEVI3DbWc/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJowexKLOg8/TZ5aF52opvI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Z4eEVI3DbWc/s800/DSC_0126.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; I've learned a few things&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;People come and people go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When troubles happen and people are backing off, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;you still have your family&lt;/span&gt; with their full support and love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somebody make me realized that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I am a coward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had happened and to be honest with you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I don't actually know how to handle it&lt;/span&gt;. I just pray to Allah and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; let Him decide what's the best for me&lt;/span&gt;. First point, I realized that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;no one ever stick around&lt;/span&gt;. Even your best buddies will leave you someday and when you meet up one day, there's nothing to talk about and you guys look like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;total strangers&lt;/span&gt;. I hate that 'cause I wish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I don't change myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point, when sadness come around and you knew that it caused by you, people blamed you for everything. And you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;willing to take the blame&lt;/span&gt;. You cry and cry and cry. You wait for somebody to heave in sight but no one did. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;depression&amp;nbsp;is out of control&lt;/span&gt;. Then, you walk out your room, join your family, you'll realize how happy you are, how they make you smile and laugh. It's like they know what you've been through. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;That's family&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third point, A coward. Such a strong word. But yeah, that's who I am. I never realize that until someone told me that. I guess sometimes in life, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you have to be a coward to figure out what's best for you&lt;/span&gt;. You just watched it from a far and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;see if you got the chance or not&lt;/span&gt;. If not, better move on. Hiding behind the bushes isn't easy you know. You got hurt, jealous but you still stay there 'cause you don't want anybody to see you stalking them. And&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; that's how I feel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;i&gt;*Play the mp3*&lt;/i&gt; Ouh, sorry. Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-1979415117125760023?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/1979415117125760023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=1979415117125760023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1979415117125760023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/1979415117125760023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/face-fact-that-im-not-yours-anymore.html' title='Face The Fact That I&apos;m Not Yours Anymore'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJowexKLOg8/TZ5aF52opvI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Z4eEVI3DbWc/s72-c/DSC_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-4903301973286154546</id><published>2011-04-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:35:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April is a beautiful name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj021m0UEp1qf5fmao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj021m0UEp1qf5fmao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;You better be good.&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/9004499093296493005-4903301973286154546?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/4903301973286154546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=4903301973286154546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4903301973286154546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/4903301973286154546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-is-beautiful-name.html' title='April is a beautiful name.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-6894002459608481890</id><published>2011-04-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:02:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Cinta Kamu, Ya Allah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8028285/338901-7-1300492897829_large.jpg?1300495649" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8028285/338901-7-1300492897829_large.jpg?1300495649" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang dalam hidup ni kita tak sedar yang kita&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; tak pernah bersyukur&lt;/span&gt; dengan apa yang Allah anugerahkan kepada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kita&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; menangis&lt;/span&gt; dan mengatakan yang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;kita bosan dengan hidup kita&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi cuba kita bayangkan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;pesakit kanser&lt;/span&gt; yang sedang menghitung hari untuk pergi bertemu Allah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Rasa-rasanya apa perasaan mereka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kita selalu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;bengang dengan ibu bapa kita&lt;/span&gt;. Kita cakap diorang asyik membebel lah, suka mengarah buat itu buat ini, tak memahami kita. Tapi cuba kita bayangkan&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt; anak yatim piatu &lt;/span&gt;yang teringin nak merasa kasih sayang ibu bapa mereka. Yang teringin nak dengar bebelan ibu mereka. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Rasa-rasanya dia sedih tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kita selalu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; mengeluh nak pergi sekolah&lt;/span&gt;. Lagi-lagi bila kena bangun pagi. Belajar pun malas. Tapi duit ibu bapa keluar bukan main banyak lagi nak bagi kita hidup senang. Cuba bayangkan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;anak-anak kecil yang terpaksa kerja pada umur yang muda&lt;/span&gt;, yang terpaksa berhenti sekolah sebab ibu bapa tak mampu, dan ada juga yang kerja sebab nak tanggung ibu bapa yang sakit. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Korang rasa diorang tak teringin nak belajar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya, daripada kita terus menangis, kecewa, mengeluh atau marah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;baik kita bersyukur kepada Allah sebab memberikan kita kehidupan yang cukup sempurna&lt;/span&gt;. Sihat tubuh badan, ada rumah yang selesa untuk tidur, ada duit yang cukup untuk makan, masih dapat tersenyum dan ketawa, dan sebagainya. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Hargailah apa yang ada di depan mata kita sebelum ianya hilang dari pandangan mata&lt;/span&gt;. Akhir kata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ucaplah alhamdulillah kepada setiap nikmat yang Allah berikan.&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/9004499093296493005-6894002459608481890?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/6894002459608481890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=6894002459608481890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6894002459608481890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/6894002459608481890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/aku-cinta-kamu-ya-allah.html' title='Aku Cinta Kamu, Ya Allah.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-5828478303667461835</id><published>2011-04-01T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:00:21.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>Do read this :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://panduanislam.com/blog/2011/01/apabila-lelaki-kehilangan-tulang-rusuk/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Apabila Lelaki Kehilangan Tulang Rusuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. Got this from Atiya Embok FB. Hee. Thnks Tyaa for sharing :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-5828478303667461835?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/5828478303667461835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=5828478303667461835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5828478303667461835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/5828478303667461835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweetest-thing.html' title='Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3950528609241686193</id><published>2011-04-01T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:43:25.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah knows it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Allah lah yang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;memegang hati itu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Andai hati itu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;terluka&lt;/span&gt;, ingatkan ia tentang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Penyembuhnya&lt;/span&gt;, agar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt; Dia titipkan penawar bisa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Andai hati itu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;kecewa&lt;/span&gt;, ingatkan ia tentang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Pelindungny&lt;/span&gt;a, agar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Dia usirkan segala duka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Andai hati itu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;terpalit dosa&lt;/span&gt;, ingatkan ia tentang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt; Pengampunnya&lt;/span&gt;, agar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Dia bersihkan debu noda&lt;/span&gt;. Andai hati itu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; gundah gulana&lt;/span&gt;, ingatkan ia tentang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Pentadbirnya&lt;/span&gt;, agar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Dia hembuskan tenang ke dada.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—  (via tersenyum-melihat-langit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3950528609241686193?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3950528609241686193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3950528609241686193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3950528609241686193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3950528609241686193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/allah-knows-it-all.html' title='Allah knows it all.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3070581909629801223</id><published>2011-04-01T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:50:41.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. J'ai 5 ans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR4wczhkNUM/TZUgcX61ITI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_zxQXomER7o/s1600/DSC_1787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR4wczhkNUM/TZUgcX61ITI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_zxQXomER7o/s800/DSC_1787.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Z2_l7iTOts/TZUgfb8MFfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ppIVWveWa2M/s1600/DSC_1788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Z2_l7iTOts/TZUgfb8MFfI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ppIVWveWa2M/s800/DSC_1788.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_en57Un4Xk4/TZUgjFUKLxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_uf_XGBRzG0/s1600/DSC_1789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_en57Un4Xk4/TZUgjFUKLxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_uf_XGBRzG0/s800/DSC_1789.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn7wEd7CgEk/TZUgl_riN6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QAn1R5qEA90/s1600/DSC_1793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tn7wEd7CgEk/TZUgl_riN6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QAn1R5qEA90/s800/DSC_1793.JPG" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I miss being a little kid&lt;/span&gt;. Running around, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;don't care about anything&lt;/span&gt;. Everything you do will never go wrong 'cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you're always right&lt;/span&gt;. Even when you make a mistake, your parents will say, "T&lt;i&gt;hat's okay. You'll learn from your mistakes.&lt;/i&gt;" OR "&lt;i&gt;She's just a child.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;doesn't understand anything.&lt;/i&gt;" When you cry, everybody cares,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;everybody&amp;nbsp;try&amp;nbsp;to cheer you up&lt;/span&gt;. They give you chocolate, sweet and sometimes some silly jokes that somehow makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I miss being held by my dad&lt;/span&gt;. I miss his hug. Everything I wanted to eat, he'll stop by and buy some for me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;He'll do everything for me back then&lt;/span&gt;. I miss when there were days where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;my mom used to take care of me when I was sick&lt;/span&gt;. I miss when she asked me about my day after school. I miss when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;she care when she knows there's something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;And now, can I go back in time and be the little sweet child that everyone loves?&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/9004499093296493005-3070581909629801223?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3070581909629801223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3070581909629801223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3070581909629801223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3070581909629801223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-jai-5-ans.html' title='Hi. J&apos;ai 5 ans.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NR4wczhkNUM/TZUgcX61ITI/AAAAAAAAA0E/_zxQXomER7o/s72-c/DSC_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-439893102137690235</id><published>2011-03-31T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:37:05.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8318177/kj12_large.jpg?1301353975" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8318177/kj12_large.jpg?1301353975" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I really did love you, I still do; but I cannot see us together again, even though you're changing, that doesn't matter at all anymore. It's just not gonna work. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4G9EO5Flho" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-439893102137690235?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/439893102137690235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=439893102137690235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/439893102137690235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/439893102137690235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/03/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-8859369766528888201</id><published>2011-03-30T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:13:19.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7116458/167163_163092093738970_100001145419640_306956_1910328_n_large.jpg?1297610445" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7116458/167163_163092093738970_100001145419640_306956_1910328_n_large.jpg?1297610445" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6806054/1296063388995_f_large.jpg?1296631389" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6806054/1296063388995_f_large.jpg?1296631389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7682184/tumblr_lhlmuhhx0T1qfrvuxo1_500_large.png?1299378423" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7682184/tumblr_lhlmuhhx0T1qfrvuxo1_500_large.png?1299378423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7682188/tumblr_lhc7fs4vut1qzf7mro1_500_large.png?1299378455" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7682188/tumblr_lhc7fs4vut1qzf7mro1_500_large.png?1299378455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; I'm a big fan of&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;drama&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I'm not like those girls/guys that listen to every K-Pop songs, knows everything about their idol, you know those kind of thing. Well, I'm not. But I do really like those Korean drama. (&lt;i&gt;Okay mesti kau tak faham. Takpe, lupakan&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Korean dramas, are their stories, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;their cute funny&amp;nbsp;unbelievable&amp;nbsp;stories&lt;/span&gt; that we don't really expect it to happen in real life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Each one of it is really unique&lt;/span&gt; like the guy pretend to be gay, the snobbish guy fall in love with a weird girl, a handsome guy fall for a fat women, or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like the most about it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;the way the guy treat the lady&lt;/span&gt;. It's really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. Really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I've been dreaming of a cute guy that would ever like me and do all those sweet things to me since forever. (HAHA) But nahh, who am I to dream about those kind of things. And in Korean drama, the hero is so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He is handsome, tall, great sense of style, really sweet, understanding, protective. In one word, he is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is; Well, yesterday I realize one thing, o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ur life isn't the same as those sweet stories in Korean drama&lt;/span&gt;. One day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you'll find this cute guy and you really like him but then you'll realize his bad habits&lt;/span&gt;. For example, he's a playboy, he's dumb, he's selfish, he don't pay attention to you and so much more. The next day, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;you'll find a guy with a beautiful personality, he makes you laugh, he care about you, he's sweet but not exactly good looking&lt;/span&gt;. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;People aren't perfect&lt;/span&gt;. So do you. Now, I'm still trying to say this to myself and convince myself that I'm not in a Korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have to wake up and face the reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-8859369766528888201?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/8859369766528888201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=8859369766528888201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8859369766528888201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/8859369766528888201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-personal-taste.html' title='My Personal Taste'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004499093296493005.post-3244673276908838044</id><published>2011-03-29T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:20:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut It Out Please.</title><content type='html'>Okay, aku dah tak tahan. Minta maaflah banyak-banyak kepada sesiapa yang akan terasa. Tapi tolong lah, hentikanlah update status FB tentang perkara yang terlalu personal atau perkara-perkara yang hanya melibatkan buah hati anda. Geli dah aku ni ha. Nak buka FB pun rasa macam malas je sebab tak nak baca status kau yang bagi aku tersangatlah kurang matang. Sebagai contoh ya;&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/-BDEjVV9FBpY/TZExUgRLt1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/35imXVao_po/s1600/geli2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDEjVV9FBpY/TZExUgRLt1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/35imXVao_po/s400/geli2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TnbZc0rKr0/TZExezJACjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rdiT6yJ_XsY/s1600/geli3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TnbZc0rKr0/TZExezJACjI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rdiT6yJ_XsY/s400/geli3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXBMP4gxIqc/TZExL3JgmyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/IDggIh-xJw4/s1600/geli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXBMP4gxIqc/TZExL3JgmyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/IDggIh-xJw4/s400/geli.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i04JRA09y9Q/TZExPfiIM_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/9bg3TkCAULA/s1600/geli1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i04JRA09y9Q/TZExPfiIM_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/9bg3TkCAULA/s400/geli1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your information, semua status ni drpd orang yang sama -.- K dah, banyak lagi sebenarnya tapi cukuplah ya, aku dah nak termuntah dah ni. Bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps. Macam dia sorang ada boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004499093296493005-3244673276908838044?l=weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/feeds/3244673276908838044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9004499093296493005&amp;postID=3244673276908838044&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3244673276908838044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004499093296493005/posts/default/3244673276908838044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallalittleweird.blogspot.com/2011/03/cut-it-out-please.html' title='Cut It Out Please.'/><author><name>Khadijah Sabirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192813542193540805</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/-Zbego2sLk2k/To1hkj5zydI/AAAAAAAAA14/7k0SGD9kN1A/s220/DSC_0529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDEjVV9FBpY/TZExUgRLt1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/35imXVao_po/s72-c/geli2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
