<?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-1503816290836238493</id><updated>2012-01-22T20:30:55.225+08:00</updated><category term='One malaysia.'/><category term='junk.'/><category term='drama love relationship'/><category term='blood-ties.'/><category term='meresap.'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category term='kitties'/><category term='random'/><category term='namielatif'/><category term='F'/><category term='Mimi Zoey'/><category term='2010'/><category term='world'/><category term='ramadhan'/><category term='MABS'/><category term='junk'/><category term='D'/><category term='hello 18'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='desktop screenshot'/><category term='schl.junkies'/><category term='drama love relationship.'/><category term='college.'/><category term='karut mengarut'/><category term='tagg.'/><category term='whoo hoo.'/><category term='facts'/><category term='eid.'/><category term='echa latif'/><category term='shitty expressions.'/><category term='drama love relationship. dreams and supernatural'/><category term='dreams and supernatural'/><category term='taza'/><title type='text'>//LETTERSTOGOD.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>725</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-1123812274491336451</id><published>2012-01-22T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:30:55.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>LDR - Long Distance Relationship, who said it's not even worth a try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aQgdxLRk6eY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XlxEvbb2ddQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time a lone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Everyday, on this particular planet called earth. Millions and millions of people have no choice but to deal with being miles apart from their loved ones. To be true, some people think it's downright absurd and bound for a break up sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;But not for me. I often find long distance relationship as a challenge. There's always some certain advantage being miles apart from your loved ones. Only some people fails to see it. But again, depends on your own way of making it positive instead of always thinking it as something bad. If you're willing to take the risk, go on. Maintain the long distance relationship you're facing and prove anybody who thought that it won't work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;As what they always say, distance makes the heart grows fonder. I often have this thought in my head, the more far apart you are from the people you love, the more it makes you realize that you shall appreciate their existence. Untuk ada dengan engkau dalam susah dan senang walaupun dipisahkan oleh jarak yang beribu batu itu bukan kerja yang senang. Serious, bukan senang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Distance should not be the basis of ending a relationship. Distance should be defied and considered as a test to make the bond stronger more than ever. I know some part of it seems hard. But, as what I said, some things are worth a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Aku tahu, kadang kadang, or even. Most of the time, kalau dah berjauhan rasa ragu ragu tu selalu wujud menyetan dalam diri kita. Kadang kadang, nak control pun susah. Pasti ada juga sekali dua terlintas, 'jujur ke dia bila aku tiada'. Mempersoalkan benda tu tak salah. But, ada batasnya. Sebab, kalau kau sayang tapi tak ada kepercayaan,apa gunanya kan ?  Trust plays an important part between two people who loves each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Bila kita tgh susah, orang yang jauh tu memang tak dapat membantu kita 100 percent all the way. Most of the time, kadang kadang ada dari segi mental. Untuk ada physically tu, jarang. But there's still ada yang sanggup merentas jauh jauh just to be with you in bad times. And kalau dah ada yang macamtu tapi tak reti appreciate juga, aku pun taktahu kata apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Some people find this hard, very hard. And there are times you feel fucked up all the way. But to be true, distance is just a little something in this relationship. Kalau benda yang tak berapa nak besar macam jarak jauh pun kau susah nak handle, apa tah lagi yang besar dan complicated. Think about it. Hidup ni, tak selamanya melekat. Ada juga kita berjauhan at times. Ajar lah diri tu untuk menahan rindu, kumpul rindu tu banyak banyak. Bila jumpa, rasa cinta tu macam makin membuak buak. Tak semua nya yang ada dekat indah di mata kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Long Distance Relationships. Some might end with a break up, and some might end marrying the love of their life. As for me, as what I've seen in my real life. My own brother who has been loving the same girl for 8 years, since highschool, to college seperated with something called distance, can never be a reason for them to end the relationship. At the end of the day, he married the love of his life. Now that's bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Let me take it this way. If you're willing to take the risk, take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;There are times that it's worth a try, or even if it doesn't end up the way you want it, make it as an experience in life. But trust me, if you can go through this problem called long-distance, there are so much more than you can bare with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;As for me, I've overcome all the long-distance relationship that I ever had. And all of it, was something to be remembered for. Something wonderful even if it has it's own lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If there is tomorrow when we're not together. There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I will always be with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-1123812274491336451?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1123812274491336451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1123812274491336451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2012/01/ldr-long-distance-relationship-who-said.html' title='LDR - Long Distance Relationship, who said it&apos;s not even worth a try.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aQgdxLRk6eY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2942616129208317908</id><published>2012-01-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:58:36.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>R e p l a c e d .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxzpskdPxn1qabf0wo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You know what the worst feeling in the world is? Being replaced. Whether it's by your best friend, your boyfriend/girlfriend, or even your family. Seeing them happy with someone else slowly kills you inside. You watch them do the things you two used to do. While you're looking at old photographs and listening to old songs you used to listen to together, they're out there with someone new. Not you. When you walk past them, it's like they look right through you. Right through their past. Like you never meant anything at all, even though you were once everything to them. All you can think about is them. The memories. You two. You automatically hate the person who replaced you, but it's not their fault. You blame it all on yourself. Thinking back at how things used to be and saying "If I knew what I know now, I'd go back in time and change it all around." Sitting all alone in your room, crying your eyes out, wondering what you did wrong. Why can't you have them back? Why can't things go back to they way they used to be? It's the worst feeling in the entire world, and it especially hurts when you've come to realize that things will never ever be the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;K .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NMMymn6BIgU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1503816290836238493-2942616129208317908?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2942616129208317908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2942616129208317908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-e-p-l-c-e-d.html' title='R e p l a c e d .'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NMMymn6BIgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7245468550615741901</id><published>2012-01-17T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:45:00.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Chances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll4ar09B4U1qi9a71o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmyxttAkev1qah2fqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Giving someone a second chance is like providing someone with another bullet after they missed shooting you at the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we love someone, we tend to forgive each and everytime they made a mistake or they hurt you. It's not that I'm saying it's wrong to forgive them and start over. The problem is, sometimes, people never learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I admit. We, as human beings were born with flaws. We're not perfect. We're not even close to perfect. Mostly, if they forgave you for all the hurtful things you've done towards them, maybe the only fact that matters is they still want you in their life no matter how much it hurts. And for that, you should be thankful and try not to repeat the same mistake over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But then again, some people will never learn. Ada yang masih repeat mistake yang sama, over and over again. Ambil kesempatan sebab ada orang, yang akan sentiasa maafkan segala salah silap dia sama ada kecil atau pun besar. Remember, the first time may be a mistake, but for the second, third, and more to come, is his/her choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kadang kadang, bila dah bergaduh besar. Kalau mengadu, ada yang kata. " Give it up, he/she's not even worth it to be with." The problem is, some people find it easy to say such things, but when they're in the same phase and we said the same thing, they'll be like.. " I love him/her, and I can't afford to lose him/her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One thing about me, is I don't find it easy to give up towards someone I love. I took risks on loving someone no matter how it takes. I don't brag about the good things I've done just to make them happy. I kept it all inside my heart, hoping that one day the one I love the most realizes all the efforts i've been pulling through just to make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Giving people a chance, isn't that bad. It proves that kau seorang yang pemaaf. Dan kau tak mudah menyerah kalah dalam sesuatu yang kau sayang. Sebab kau sendiri tahu, manusia buat kesilapan, even you yourself. Cuma kadang kadang, ada yang berbaloi untuk diberi peluang. Dan ada yang tak. Antara yang berbaloi atau tak, itu semua aku rasa kamu dah cukup besar untuk nilai. Cuma kadang kadang, hati kita yang degil untuk kata tak kan ? Sebab apa ? Sebab, dah sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kadang kadang, yang kita rasa susah nak kita lepaskan itu sebenarnya yang patut kita lepaskan. Memang rasa macam kalau sayang kenapa lepaskan. Sama juga persoalannya dalam kalau kau tak gembira, kau bersedih, kenapa kau masih merapuhkan diri engkau sedangkan engkau layak untuk dapat kebahagiaan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As what I said, some people deserve a chance. Semua orang nakkan peluang dalam hidup ni. Antara keluarga, pasangan, friendship. Semua nya ada peluang. It's just that ada yang reti menghargai peluang yang diberi, dan ada yang ambil kesempatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My main point is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If they done you wrong, give them a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But then again, if it's too much, realize your worth and start to walk away and live the life you supposed to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W-w3WfgpcGg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-7245468550615741901?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7245468550615741901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7245468550615741901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2012/01/chances.html' title='Chances.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W-w3WfgpcGg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7181697992835168388</id><published>2012-01-17T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:09:57.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Dwell upon your own thoughts and fight your inner battles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx086b1EdX1qf0bl4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sometimes it's better to have time for yourself. You really get to know who you are when you dwell upon your own thoughts and fight your inner battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Life is a journey, of ups and downs. And it's nothing without risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;In life, I've faced obstacles that I can't even imagine myself going through it. But I said to myself, there's no point on giving up when the only option I have is to be strong and keep moving forward. The more I tried to avoid all the madness, the more it kills me seeing everything fall apart right in front of my eyes one by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sometimes, I have these weird thoughts as if I don't even really know who I really am deep down inside. It's like there's something messy and complicated in me that I can't even figure it out. Tapi sebenarnya, makin banyak cabaran yang engkau tempuhi, makin kau akan kenal diri engkau siapa. Ya, aku tak sempurna. Aku memang bukan manusia yang sempurna. Aku buat kesilapan dan kadang kadang aku tak reti belajar pun dari kesilapan aku. Mungkin, itu kelemahan aku. Tapi, tidak bermaksud setiap kali aku jatuh, aku akan terus jatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Manusia berubah. Dan andaikata satu hari aku berubah, aku doa yang aku berubah ke arah sesuatu yang lebih baik, yang tidak menjahanamkan aku. Itu harapan aku, yang aku sendiri masih tercari cari macam mana nak ke situ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aku tahu, dah lama aku menyepi. I took my own sweet time, dealing with all the mess inside my head. Walaupun hanya suku yang aku dapat selesaikan, ada lagi yang tergendala. Aku masih lagi mencuba. Siapa kata aku putus asa ? Aku ambil masa. Sebab, aku tak mahu buat keputusan terburu buru. Sometimes it ends in a disaster. And I can't afford another heart-throbbing sadness inside of me at this very particular moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sebab tu aku ambil masa aku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Biar aku fikir yang sebaik mungkin mana hala tuju aku. Dan cari jalan penyelesaian yang terbaik. I'm fighting my inner battles on my own. Sometimes it seems that I'm happy on the outside, but the truth is people never really know. The only one that knows how much pain and suffer youve been through in life is you. And for that, you can judge yourself. And you shall improve yourself to be someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Foot note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm back.&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/1503816290836238493-7181697992835168388?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7181697992835168388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7181697992835168388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2012/01/dwell-upon-your-own-thoughts-and-fight.html' title='Dwell upon your own thoughts and fight your inner battles'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-6251871116140321604</id><published>2011-12-31T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:50:00.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I'll be braver, I will always be my own savior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1tmy4LF71qb3w4vo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a year. The last thing I remembered like the back of my mind was January, I was all messed up. Diam tak diam, dah setahun. How fast time flies. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Year of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I admit, it was the most toughest year for me. For every heartbreak, every hardships and obstacles i've faced made me a stronger person deep inside. It's not that I'm demanding a better life ahead. I'm still thankful for every challenge god gave me. There's always a reason for everything that had happened. Up till now, there are still things I wish I knew the reason why..but maybe, just maybe, I don't need to know some of the truth about something. But whatever it is, god always knows best. He indeed knows what's best for me, every inch of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here I am, 20 years old, standing still. Even if I have things on my mind, hurtful scars in my heart, dying thoughts deep inside my brain, I'm still here standing tall trying to figure out a way to survive with all my flaws and imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've been drowned. Sometimes I wish I can give up and start over, forgetting everything that had happened. But then again, I know wishing all of those things, wont make me a stronger person day by day. That's why I chose to be fearless towards everything that hits me, even if it's killing me, I'm gonna strive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know, there are times we have these awful thoughts on our mind, telling us enough is enough, it feels like every inch of our body has given up to try our best because it's not working out. But put your hands close to your heart, and whisper to yourself, you can. You'll cry a thousand of tears, you'll feel useless at times, but you have to believe in yourself. That's how I taught myself through out the years to keep myself strong, even if there are times it's not helping me, but I keep believing in myself that things will get better someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another year, a brand new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hope to be a better person, a wiser person, and a stronger person again and again without any doubt at all. Aku tahu, banyak yang bakal aku tempuhi, yang bakal rapuhkan aku. Tapi ini janji aku terhadap diri aku sendiri, aku tak akan mengalah. Dan aku tak akan berhenti dari bangun dari segala yang menjatuhkan aku. Kerana aku percaya, yang aku boleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;So here's to another year of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Change, heartbreaks, new friends, old friends, adventures, drama, obstacles, experience, knowledge, stupidity, chaos, fights, break ups, make ups, new dreams, new goals, accomplishments, new enemies, tears, laughters, and new love memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-6251871116140321604?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6251871116140321604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6251871116140321604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-be-braver-i-will-always-be-my-own.html' title='I&apos;ll be braver, I will always be my own savior.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-182120231141411118</id><published>2011-12-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:33:43.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I don’t care why you’re leaving You’ll miss me when you’re gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ltOR2VzDZFM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don’t know, where you’re going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Or when you’re coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I left the keys under the mat to our front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For one more chance to hold you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don’t know, where you’re going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just get your ass back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No one hold me down like you do sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You keep doing that, I keep doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We’ll be alright in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Trust that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We put the us in trust, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Let’s go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don’t care what you’re after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As long as I’m the one, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I don’t care why you’re leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You’ll miss me when you’re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-182120231141411118?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/182120231141411118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/182120231141411118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-care-why-youre-leaving-youll.html' title='I don’t care why you’re leaving You’ll miss me when you’re gone'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ltOR2VzDZFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-1407462379739513221</id><published>2011-12-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:45:02.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>One of the worst thing in this world, is this ugly society.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm6qmttikv1qeep40o1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm not trying to bash anyone's blog or heck. But, there's just this one thing that disgusts me the most. I repeat, the most. I will not publish any links or whatever regarding this piece of crap. But, I just wanna spill out a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's sad, when our society nowadays prefer to bash people based on their appearance rather than what they truly are on the inside. It's like when you look at a profile picture on facebook, automatically you know how they roll and how a bitch or a jerk they tend to be. Believe it or not, that's what most people do nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Setting up a blog just to talk bad about people is just effing wrong. You posted pictures of them and you put bad comments on their appearance such as how they dressed up, how ugly they are, how thick or thin they are, how their legs look like crap, why aren't they white, why are they dark, how cool they dressed up but sadly they own an ugly face you can't even imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And to be true, I was like....sorry but.. WHAT THE HELL ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What's wrong with our society nowadays. It's weird when some people nowadays are trying so hard to fit in, when they can just stand out and be themselves. What makes some of our people aren't confident towards themselves is because of this ugly society. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You post bad comments on people appearances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You post bad comments on how badly they dressed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You post bad comments on how pathethic their parents are for having an ugly child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And the shit goes on. and on. and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And the weird part is, manusia sekarang bukan membantu redakan. Makin menjadi jadikan. What's the point kalau engkau ada rupa yang extravaganza tapi hati kau, macam bangkai yang busuk yang orang tak sanggup nak dekat pun. It's like you don't own a proper life. What's your motive people ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Are you too perfect to discriminate others ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Do you think god made you so much better than them and you can hurt them. You're telling the whole world. Think about it. What if you're dealing with the same thing ? I hope you choke to death. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Untuk apa rupa tu semua. Kekal ke akhir hayat ke ? Ada kau rasa rupa tu semua menjamin segalanya ? Ada kau rasa dengan rupa tu, dosa pahala kau kurang dan bertambah ? Ada kau rasa rupa tu boleh menjamin kan masa depan yang cerah ? Ada kau rasa rupa tu boleh buat kau jadi kawan yang baik ? Ada kau rasa rupa tu, memang segala galanya bagi kau ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If you think it that way, than you're just one of those ugly society. And that is such a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Grow up people. Just grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No wonder most people nowadays are full of insecurities and they're like..i want that body i want those legs i want those boobs i want those thighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kalau kau bangga dengan segala rupa kau, kau riak dengan rupa kau. Kau ingat, Allah tu maha adil tahu ? Dia boleh tarik rupa kau, dalam sekelip mata. Dan masa tu lah, engkau boleh tahu betapa bodoh dan hinanya jadi manusia yang hanya pentingkan rupa dari hati sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The thing is, You're not ugly. Society is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-1407462379739513221?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1407462379739513221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1407462379739513221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-worst-thing-in-this-world-is.html' title='One of the worst thing in this world, is this ugly society.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5660364326245274494</id><published>2011-12-13T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:45:00.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>The only way to have friends is to be one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-yZzNiOJimA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes, when you're so far apart from your own family, you tend to love your friends, just like your own family. Just like, your own flesh and blood. But that will not make you love your family even lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You see, friends are like a supporting character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I know, most of our friendships don't stay for long. Unless you're still in kindergarten to believe that term of 'friends forever'. It's not that I don't believe in friendship, I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But sometimes, friends can hurt you too. Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some friends, come and go. Only true friends will stay. Not bestfriends or bff whatdeheck. It's true friends. It doesn't even matter how long you've known each other. The most important part is how deep you know each other. How many dark secrets of each other you've kept just between the two of you because you promise it lies between the two of you. How many laughter and tears and stupid silly little things you've fought about that brings you closer day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw4yo1Ptag1r89pzio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My friends are like my supporting character. They hold a role in my life that I cherish to bits, besides my family. Some friends known you for years, and they're still with you. But some friends known you for years, but still have the guts to hurt you and be such a backstabbing piece of ass. Sorry, but this is just the truth. The older you grow, the more you know. And the wiser you'll get. Sometimes, you argue and things get rough. Some of them forgave each other's mistakes and continue being great friends, while some of them..just forget who you are and befriends with others. People change. That's why some friendships change too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some friends come and go. Some come and hurt you. Some come and put their trust in you. True friends are limited edition. If you want a true friend, you can start by being one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Remember what I used to say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Bila aku bulan. Bintang bintang keliling aku bagaikan manusia yang hadir dalam hidup aku. Sekejap banyak,sekejapnya sikit. Itu umpama manusia yang datang dan pergi dalam hidup aku. &lt;/blockquote&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/1503816290836238493-5660364326245274494?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5660364326245274494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5660364326245274494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-way-to-have-friends-is-to-be-one.html' title='The only way to have friends is to be one.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-yZzNiOJimA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8149147295599000366</id><published>2011-12-10T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:54:15.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Forever and almost always,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvydplVbls1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yeah, I’ll send out a wish, yeah, I’ll send up a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And finally someone will see how much I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8149147295599000366?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8149147295599000366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8149147295599000366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/forever-and-almost-always.html' title='Forever and almost always,'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8224460788635224686</id><published>2011-12-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:00:09.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Jika Hari Ini Hari Terakhir Aku,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvf9c0oKs31r618oqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku ingin kata pada diri aku sendiri yang aku orang yang tabah. Aku telah menjalani segala liku-liku kehidupan aku yang manis dan juga yang pahit. Yang menjatuhkan aku, yang membuat aku merangkak kesedihan dan penuh hiba. Tetapi, aku mampu bangun. Aku ingin kata pada diri aku sendiri, meskipun perjalanan aku hanya takat di sini, aku telah mengharungi segalanya, walaupun terlalu perit untuk diperkatakan bagaimana. Pedih sendiri, rasa sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku ingin kata pada diri aku sendiri. Yang aku tahu, aku bukan baik orangnya. Aku bukan manusia yang sempurna, aku bukan manusia yang baik dalam hatinya, mungkin. Aku bukan manusia yang mampu menarik segala duka manusia lain. Aku bukan manusia yang baik sifatnya, dan aku bukan manusia yang bebas dari kesalahan. Aku belajar. Hari demi hari, aku belajar untuk hidup. Aku belajar untuk menjadi manusia yang berguna, dan didik diri aku menjadi yang terbaik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku mahu engkau tahu. Yang aku tak pernah henti mendoakan kamu. Sentiasa aku ingat kamu dalam doa-doa aku. Ini ketentuan takdir, aku redha dengan semua yang terjadi. Aku taktahu engkau dimana sekarang, apa yang engkau sedang lakukan. Tetapi apa yang aku mampu, hanyalah mendoakan kebahagiaan kamu. Walaupun kebahagiaan itu, bukan dengan aku. Bila engkau gembira,aku akan gembira. Mungkin. Kegembiraan dan kebahagiaan kamu itu, kepentingan aku. Kamu tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku harap, kamu tak lupakan setiap inci pesanan aku. Setiap pesanan aku yang tiada niat untuk menjahanamkan diri kamu. Pesanan aku, yang mahu kamu bangkit dalam segala kehidupan kamu di dunia ini. Untuk tidak melawan kata kata ibu dan ayah kamu, untuk sentiasa menghargai jasa jasa mereka, untung menyayangi orang yang menyayangi kamu seadanya, untuk terus bangun dari segala kegagalan kamu, dan tidak berputus asa selagi kamu masih hidup. Janganlah kamu sibuk mengejar apa yang ada di dunia, hingga lupa akan kewajipan kamu untuk akhirat. Segalanya ada di depan mata kamu. Aku harap, apa yang aku telah katakan pada kamu selama ini, kamu abadikan selama lamanya pesanan aku. Ianya berharga buat aku, untuk mahu kamu terus membangkit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku mahu kawan perjuangan aku tahu, yang selama ini aku hanya karakter sampingan. Sebanyak mana kamu semua berdamping dengan aku semasa kamu dalam kesusahan, jika aku telah hilang dari pandangan tidak semestinya semuanya terus kabur dan hilang arah tujuan. Kamu tahu, kamu kuat. Kamu harus percaya, yang kamu kuat. Kamu kena percaya yang kamu kuat, sebab bila kamu percaya yang kamu kuat, kamu akan terus bangkit dengan kepercayaan kamu. Bangkitlah, bangunlah dari segala kejatuhan duniawi kamu. Dunia ini memang nampaknya tidak indah, lepas satu satu kau diuji. Tapi tidak mengapa, kau harus berdiri. Kau harus kembali berdiri,jangan engkau lari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku mahu kau simpan segala yang ada dalam blog 'letters to god' ini. Mungkin ianya tidak seberapa. Tapi bila engkau rindukan kata kata aku, dan dongeng dongeng impian aku,bukalah ini semua. Segalanya tercatat, yang tersurat dan juga tersirat. Setiap inci pesanan aku, yang setiap ayat penaipan aku, penuh dengan maksud yang tersirat. Kerana setiapnya, terlakar dari hati aku. Hati aku, yang mahu aku lepaskan, luahkan. Tulisan aku, adalah tulisan yang aku cuba untuk menjadi jujur keseluruhannya. Biarpun dihentak, dikata lemah, masih ada lagi yang berdiri dengan aku. Aku takkan kata aku bangga dapat tolong orang, dapat faham orang. Itu terpulang pada diri masing masing. Hanya, mungkin aku bangga, untuk ada orang yang bangga akan kewujudan seorang aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kamu tahu kamu siapa. Aku letak kepercayaan aku pada kamu, untuk menjaga keluarga aku. Untuk menjaga ibu bapa aku, macam ibu bapa kamu sendiri. Untuk belai mereka dengan kasih sayang,umpama darah daging kamu sendiri. Hanya tuhan sahaja yang tahu, betapa banyak pengorbanan mereka untuk anak mereka yang bongsu ini tak terbalas. Terlalu banyak. Terlalu banyak yang telah aku susahkan, yang telah mereka korbankan, hanya untuk keselesaan aku. Meskipun kadang kala aku merungut kesedihan, bila aku pandang keluarga aku, walaupun tidak se-gah mana, tidak sekaya dunia, tidak sehebat perwira, merekalah yang aku ada. Darah daging aku, keturunan aku. Ibu bapa aku, abang abang aku, kakak aku, dan anak saudara permata hati aku. Mereka, punca kebahagiaan aku. Mereka penting bagi aku, penting dari segala-galanya. Keluarga, keluarga siapa yang tak penting ? Keluarga sentiasa penting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvmh70EwwO1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bagi teman hidup aku, kotakan lah janji kamu kepada aku. Carilah orang yang aku telah tentukan untuk kamu, untuk mengetahu segala liku liku kehidupan aku yang sebenar benarnya. Rahsia rahsia terbesar aku dalam kedidupan aku, dan juga percintaan aku. Yang membahagiakan, dan juga menyakitkan. Semuanya tercatat dalam minda mereka. Cari mereka. Fatin Siti Adira, Afiqah, Syaniza Sufian, Lyshaimin Nazhikka, &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;iman Aziz, &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;izat Iqbar, dan &lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;hmad Ariff Azman,poii. Setiap manusia itu pegang rahsia rahsia aku serba sedikit. Merekalah pendakap aku, cinta pertama aku, dan permata hati aku. 3A itu,bermakna bagi aku,masa silam aku yang aku curahkan identiti aku yang sebenar. Maka yang selebihnya, aku draft-kan di dalam blogger ini,hanya untuk kamu baca bila tiba masanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terakhir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bagi yang masih belum mengenal diri aku sebaik mungkin, aku pohon kemaafan. Bagi yang terasa aku manusia yang sombong, aku minta maaf. Bagi yang terasa aku ini menyakitkan, aku minta maaf. Bagi yang terasa aku tiada masa untuk kamu, aku minta maaf. Bagi yang terasa dengan kata kata dan gurauan aku, aku minta maaf. Bagi yang terasa dengan perbuatan aku, aku minta maaf. Bagi yang telah menyakiti aku, aku maafkan kamu. Aku anggap sebagai pengajaran duniawi untuk aku. Bagi yang maafkan segala salah silap aku mahupun besar ataupun kecil, terima kasih. Aku tahu, aku memang tak akan lepas dari melakukan kesilapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika hari ini hari terkahir aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Halalkan makan minum aku sepanjang aku berada dengan kamu. Maafkan setiap kesalahan aku. Dari hujung rambut hinggalah ke hujung kaki. Jutaan terima kasih untuk kamu kerana sentiasa ada dengan aku dikala aku susah, dan dikala aku sakit merana menahan perit kesakitan yang aku telah terima sebagai penyakit hidup aku. Tetapi tidak mengapa, aku masih lagi berdiri di sini kan. Hampir setahun aku bertahan, aku masih hidup. Mungkin. Tapi,jika inilah hari terakhir aku sebelum aku tidur selamanya, aku berterima kasih atas segala pengorbanan kamu. Bagi kesayangan kesayangan aku, berdiri lah kamu. Berbahagia lah kamu. Dengan ikhlas, aku sentiasa mendoakan kebahagiaan kamu. Dan aku berharap, kamu doakan kebahagiaan aku juga. Kerana selagi aku masih lagi berdiri di sini, aku tetap akan mencuba walaupun banyak yang menghentak aku. Aku kuat, kamu tahu kan ? Sebab apa ? Sebab aku percaya pada diri aku sendiri. Itu yang mama aku ajar. That's why I keep fighting to live, that's why I never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Janglah kamu berpaling ke belakang lagi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sudah sudahlah berpaling pada yang telah lesap dari pandangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jika Hari Ini Hari Terakhir Aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sekian, Nabila Shakirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe width="335" height="170" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8224460788635224686?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood-ties.'/><title type='text'>The love of a family is life's greatest blessing, a bond that never ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvlvxvF8Vg1r2zt6zo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some said friends are forever. But the thing is, when you grow older, some of them change and fade away. Friends stay with you, through thick and thin. Or shall I say, just 'some' of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna know the truth ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people have been thru the phase of life when they thought, friends are the ones who understands them the most. Who knows what they love, or what they hate. They have the same thoughts, of having a family that didnt understand them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna know what that is ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immature thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These taglines are quoted from some teenagers :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I hate my siblings. They're so annoying. Semua nak kacau. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I hate my parents for not letting me out, for not giving me enough money, and freedom. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" My family doesn't understand me. Even my friends understand me more. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" My friends will stick with me forever. Friends are forever. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're young, and naive, and shall i say, small minded. You can think of all the nonsense about your own family. Semua rasa nya tak kena. Semua. Sampai, ada yang rasa nak lari rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be true, apa guna kau lari dari rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keluarga itu ikatan yang sampai kau mati pun pada aku takkan putus. Sentiasa mengalir dalam darah daging kau. Keturunan ibu bapa kau, keturunan engkau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau nak kata kawan kau yang ada untuk kau ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, aku mengaku. Kawan memang ada. Tapi tumpang tanya, sampai bila ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila kau dah berkahwin, dah beranak pinak, pernah kau bayang berapa kerat kawan yang kau ada ? Kawan gelak ketawa tu banyak, yang nangis merana, siapa ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keluarga itu penting. Janganlah kau sampah celakakan keluarga kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau kata yang buruk buruk. Seolah - olah kau membuka pekong di dada. Buruk nampaknya. Kau caci darah daging kau sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang,kita muda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you even know when you grow up, there's a lot more to see. Some of your siblings who used to be such a pain in the ass, turns out to be someone you can rely on. Someone that cares more than you thought. Because people grow up, and people learn. Makin matang, makin buka minda. Bukan makin sempitkan macam tak pergi sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makin kau dewasa, makin kau akan nampak rasa sayang kau pada keluarga kau. Yang teramat sangat. Yang kau rasa memang keluarga lah yang paling terpenting dalam hidup. Yang sanggup berkorban untuk engkau. Sebab kau darah daging dia. Dan ikatan kau takkan pernah putus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, kita ni keluarga. Memang gaduh, memang kadang kadang bergaduh sampai macam apa. Tapi kenapa bila kau bergaduh dengan orang yang kau sayang, pasangan kau, kau boleh maafkan sebab kau sayang. Habis yang ni, darah daging kau ? Think wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keluarga itu penting. SANGAT PENTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila kau meningkat dewasa, kau nampak yang ibu bapa kau sanggup berkerja keras untuk bagi kau kehidupan yang selesa. Adik beradik kau sanggup mengalah, untuk beri kau selesa. Ibu bapa kau sanggup tak makan, sebab nak kumpul duit beri kau duit makan semasa kau belajar di perantauan. Adik beradik kau sanggup datang dari jauh, ambil kau entah dari mana. Adik beradik kau sanggup tunggu kau balik rumah pukul 1 2 pagi,selagi kau tak balik. Dia tunggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua tu, susah nak nampak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi bila kau meningkat dewasa. Kau memang akan nampak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab apa ? Sebab, makin aku dewasa, makin aku nampak semuanya. Yang masa aku kecil mata aku dikaburi dari nampak segala sacrifice ni, semua dah terpampang depan mata aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kau kena hargai keluarga engkau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least bersyukur bila kau ada keluarga. Ada orang, keluarga pun tak ada. Hidup dengan makcik pakcik. Walaupun memang rasa keluarga, tapi rasa nya bila ada keluarga kita yang sebetul betulnya, that's bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-9204042252852281192?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/9204042252852281192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/9204042252852281192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-of-family-is-lifes-greatest.html' title='The love of a family is life&apos;s greatest blessing, a bond that never ends.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8326504266569572596</id><published>2011-12-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:24:00.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi Zoey'/><title type='text'>My definition of adorable, and much love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKYNSLAY9Qo/TtuQepH8G0I/AAAAAAAABBY/7yO3JZT2hbw/s1600/DDZ_3639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKYNSLAY9Qo/TtuQepH8G0I/AAAAAAAABBY/7yO3JZT2hbw/s400/DDZ_3639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294210967640898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A69siY-HEvY/TtuQTxv9j9I/AAAAAAAABBM/fycbVBdRZ1Q/s1600/DDZ_3644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A69siY-HEvY/TtuQTxv9j9I/AAAAAAAABBM/fycbVBdRZ1Q/s400/DDZ_3644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294024304431058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYO7_6qbLfM/TtuQTO2JkOI/AAAAAAAABBE/SR8ObDGHAYE/s1600/DDZ_3643.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYO7_6qbLfM/TtuQTO2JkOI/AAAAAAAABBE/SR8ObDGHAYE/s400/DDZ_3643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294014935142626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEOw2PGnObs/TtuQSrAZMFI/AAAAAAAABA0/WZy3VEJJEWk/s1600/DDZ_3640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEOw2PGnObs/TtuQSrAZMFI/AAAAAAAABA0/WZy3VEJJEWk/s400/DDZ_3640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294005314433106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't grow up too fast, I might miss the chance to be with you while I'm far away pursuing my dreams. I miss you, Mimi Zoey. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photocreditsto Fotokahwin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Didiz Rushdi&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/1503816290836238493-8326504266569572596?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8326504266569572596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8326504266569572596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-definition-of-adorable-and-much-love.html' title='My definition of adorable, and much love.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKYNSLAY9Qo/TtuQepH8G0I/AAAAAAAABBY/7yO3JZT2hbw/s72-c/DDZ_3639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-3610959652738488612</id><published>2011-12-04T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:26:26.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Aku bukan manusia yang gelojoh akan sesuatu, bernama cinta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqf45ptsBk1qha1zdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know, that feeling of being in love and loved in return is wonderful. Or even, bliss. And sometimes, it may get rough and complicated. But the end of the day, who doesn't want to be in love. Everybody does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not that I don't want to be in love. I want to, I love the feeling of love inside me. It's just that, it's not the right time. That feeling of being taken care of, being worried for, being happy without a reason, surprises, love notes, love texts, love video calls, love dates, everything. It's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But can you imagine what will it be, if I chose the wrong path again ? I know, it will be a lesson. Again, and again. But for once, I want to make it right. I wanna wait till it's the right time. I don't want to rush into things. I don't wanna end up being hurt again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or shall I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just can't afford another heartbreak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DvpK4Xltmng?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen to this, and understand why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me live my life. Don't expect me to commit, to expect me to give my all when I'm not even ready. Or even better, don't love me if you have no intentions of keeping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me live. Let me breathe. Let me heal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, let me heal perfectly. Let me heal all the wounds. Let me heal all the heartbreaks. Just let me be me, and let me decide whenever I'm ready. Because I can't accept someone when there's still a lot in my mind, I'll hurt the ones I love, and in the end it will all hurt me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So this time, let me heal perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the right time comes, I will be completely in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With a man, that deserves me best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't need a man who will treat me like a rebound, and an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me be happy on my own. Let me laugh and carve a smile on my face without faking it. I deserve to be happy, on my own. I shall learn to love myself more and give myself some space, then I'll be ready to be in love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One day, but not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love. I haved loved. And I will love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-3610959652738488612?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3610959652738488612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3610959652738488612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/12/aku-bukan-manusia-yang-gelojoh-akan.html' title='Aku bukan manusia yang gelojoh akan sesuatu, bernama cinta.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DvpK4Xltmng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-555875154654259939</id><published>2011-11-28T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:25:20.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I know that the only way to be is to fight my every fear. I forgive you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He/she did something bad to you, you cried for him/her, you're sad because of him/her. But you forgive him. Maybe simply because you love him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqmr52xkJ1qki66fo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was lying on my bed, trying so hard to fall asleep. I was browsing through my blackberry video gallery. And suddenly, there's this video of us. Laughing. I never thought I still kept it, I thought they deleted it. I know, I'm not supposed to care, or to even cry anymore. But sometimes, you can't help it when sweet thoughts of happiness you used to have crossed your mind. And, I've made my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Kenapa kau cakap kau maafkan dia ? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because I wanna let go, fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe I was just trying so hard to hate, because I don't wanna remember anything about it. I tried so hard to hate, to ignore. When maybe the fact is that I was crushed to flat when I knew everything he did behind my back, and I was replaced. Maybe, that's why I've been trying so hard to hate. Because I don't wanna end up caring again and again. When actually, to be true, I can't even hate the person I used to give my all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can say I hate. I can say I'm hurt, and I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deep inside, somehow or rather. It's hard to hate someone you used to cherish. I was being mature. I forgive him, because I want to. Because I want to live my life, and I want everyone to live as well. And I wouldn't want some people's life miserable, because I didn't forgive them. Yes, I was hurt back then. So hurt. Only god knows how much miserable days i've gone through up till now. But when I think of it again, the more I hold grudges between us, the more I can feel it hurting me, and it won't crawl out of my mind. That's why I want to let it go so bad, and let God decide what's best for me to continue living my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I forgive every single thing that you've done towards me. For every happiness, for every sadness and despair. For every heartbreak, and for every litre of tears you've caused. I forgive, everything. Simply because I can't hate someone I used to care so much, and I want to live my life without any regrets hating someone. I forgive every lies, and every games. I forgive, but it's up to god to show you how things work. Or shall I say, Allah's way to show you your lesson in life. And when the time comes, untuk masa kau diberi pengajaran, aku harap engkau sabar dan belajar, macam mana aku pernah bersabar dengan setiap luka dalam diri aku sejak aku diranap. Aku tahu, sakit perit. Tapi, kau boleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somehow or rather, when you grow older and wiser. Just remember that I was once this naive little girl, than gave all the love I have, and I was wrecked heartlessly, but I managed to forgive. Maybe just because, I know the true value of love. Yes, I forgive. But I don't forget. I'll remember this. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Apek, I said I forgive him. It's the right thing to do kan. I'm doing the right thing kan..it's not wrong kan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Yes, you are. You're strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I've been hurt, but I can't hate someone I used to care forever. Sooner or later, it has to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-555875154654259939?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/555875154654259939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/555875154654259939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-that-only-way-to-be-is-to-fight.html' title='I know that the only way to be is to fight my every fear. I forgive you.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-671401598331289099</id><published>2011-11-26T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:23:17.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Keep in mind, when they can, you can. Anything is possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lumm6hnXWl1qcnua2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;People have been flooding my &lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;askbox&lt;/a&gt; on tumblr about being strong. Like, asking me how I manage to be strong on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You know, I'm not trying to say I'm strong. Deep within my soul, there's always a weakness. We're not the almighty god, flawless. We have weakness. In being a good person, in moving on, in staying strong, in getting yourself up back on track. It's not going to be easy as some people said it would be. You're the one who's facing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There are times, I felt so weak and useless. And I have these awful thoughts of how miserable my life is. When everything is falling apart. Yourself, your family, your friends, your studies, your health, your low heartbeat, your loved ones. Everything. And to be true, I felt like I already gave up on trying. Aku pernah rasa tu dalam hidup aku, and to be true. Bukan sekali. Banyak dulu. Lagi lagi benda yang kau masih tak dapat selesaikan walaupun dah lama sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But when I think of it again, till when ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We live for a purpose. And that purpose is not giving up. Allah doesn't spare us a new day wanting to give up, wanting to die. Kita yang kena usahakan, untuk semuanya. If we're still trying to find a solution, but ended up hanging between two decisions, or even you can't even find a perfect solution, than move on. For every decision you make is a lesson in life. And for every past that you decide to let go and move on life, is an opportunity for something better in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The thing is, you just gotta grab the chance you have. Sometimes, you just have to ignore all the doubts you have in mind. We're not perfect, we make mistakes. That's how we learn. Sure, sometimes making mistakes makes us sad, and depressed. But sampai bila kan ? Sooner or later, we have to move on, and stand strong. Bukan forever kita kena bersedih. Bukan aku nak kata aku perfectly happy go lucky tak fikir masalah. But there are just times yang kita sendiri kena sedar, yang kita kena work things out untuk diri sendiri jadi happy. So that orang sekeliling, boleh happy sebab kau happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Setiap kegembiraan kita, mesti ada makna towards someone. Kalau kau tak dapat figure out who, think of your parents. Takkan dia sebagai ibu bapa nakkan kita bersedih ? Dia membesar pun banyak masalah. Lagi lagi nak menanggung kita. Kita ni, masih belasan tahun. Masih baru 20an. Banyak lagi yang kita kena belajar. If we start to give up now, imagine how things will be 10 years later. Much different, and even harder than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So think of happy thoughts, positive things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It doesn't mean that you wanna be happy, you didn't forget about all the things that's been effecting your life. Everyone remembers good and bad moments, that's our treasure. It's just that sometimes, we have to love ourselves. And for that, we have to look forward and strive our best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We must, be thankful for everything. For every lesson learned, for every new day earned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you start having faith towards yourself that you can, anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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"  &gt;Remember. If they can, why can't us ? Kita manusia. Nak seribu daya, taknak seribu dalih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-671401598331289099?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/671401598331289099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/671401598331289099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-in-mind-when-they-can-you-can.html' title='Keep in mind, when they can, you can. Anything is possible.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4817792097766997273</id><published>2011-11-23T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:26:06.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;OFF FOR MIDTERM EXAMINATIONS, AND OF COURSE LIVING MY HECTIC LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Will be back soon, loves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4817792097766997273?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4817792097766997273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4817792097766997273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/off-for-midterm-examinations-and-of.html' title=''/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2646327800390390067</id><published>2011-11-19T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:33:41.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood-ties.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama love relationship.'/><title type='text'>To my flesh and blood,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbjTxEO6nOc/Tsev55_Wh1I/AAAAAAAABAo/J_y5eNZQpqg/s1600/mama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbjTxEO6nOc/Tsev55_Wh1I/AAAAAAAABAo/J_y5eNZQpqg/s400/mama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676699264677742418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOJVnihIODo/Tsev5hyEErI/AAAAAAAABAc/ATHH5awe2hw/s1600/abah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOJVnihIODo/Tsev5hyEErI/AAAAAAAABAc/ATHH5awe2hw/s400/abah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676699258179556018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Through out my whole life, both of you never failed to support me in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In my studies, in my financial, in my stressful college moments. Except well maybe, love. Which I don't want to talk about it to my parents anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I still remembered when Mama always remind me, I was named Noor Nabila with a reason. And with an addition of Shakirah on the end of it. It means, "cahaya kesyukuran yang cerdik."  You named me when you lost towards a battle, when some people thought you were stupid in life because you didn't get the chance to pursue your dreams in university. You named me with a reason, so that one day I'll make you proud, and show the society that brings you down, that even though you didn't succeed, you succeeded raising your own daughter, and your last daughter to be somebody useful. And I promise you, that I will. Even though how hard it's going to be, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every love and support you gave me for 20 years, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every mistakes I've made that you've always forgive me, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For each and every time I've made you disappointed towards me but you never stopped believing in me, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every penny you've spent towards me just so I can get a better education, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every minute of time wasted because want you to be with me, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every tears of mine that you've wiped with your own bare hands, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every sacrifices you've made just to see a smile on my face, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For every support, and advice, and faith you have in me always, thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In this world, there is nothing that I can compare with for the love of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Never, anything. Sometimes, I do have this weird thought on my mind, doubts to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Will I be your youngest daughter that will take care of you when you grow old, and fulfill all your needs when you run dry, and to be with you when you're sick, and to give you all the time I can so that you'll be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Will I ? Can I ? I should, I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because when I was a little girl, I've made a promise that I will take care of you. And I will, Insyaallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Let me try my best, let me try my very best in pursuing my dreams. Have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thankyou, for being the most greatest parents ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And I'm sorry, for not being able to come back home to give you such warm hugs, and love, on your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you Mama, Abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hope, when I'm older. I'll be wiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'll be a mother that can teach my children manners, and great English, just like you've taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And I hope, if there comes a day when I've found a soulmate, I hope he will be a responsible father to my children. Just like how responsible you are towards your kids, abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;12th November &amp;amp; 19th November 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Happy Birthday, Mama &amp;amp; Abah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_9wKi1keg8g?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-2646327800390390067?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2646327800390390067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2646327800390390067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-my-flesh-and-blood.html' title='To my flesh and blood,'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cbjTxEO6nOc/Tsev55_Wh1I/AAAAAAAABAo/J_y5eNZQpqg/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2957624498593863592</id><published>2011-11-18T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:12:19.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>-- Sticky Brain Note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 300px; width: 500px" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsHx7VXZQd0?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsHx7VXZQd0?version=3&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For every minute of sadness, you lost 60 seconds of pure happiness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Live life. Laugh a lot. Love more. Spread out the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Appreciate people. Appreciate your parents. Value your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love the people, who loves you and who would risk anything to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't look back, don't grieve anymore about the past. The flashbacks still creeps at night, but be someone better in the morning. Stop crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No woman, no cry. - Jangan wanita, jangan menangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People change, feelings fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It doesn't mean that the love once shared wasn't true and real. It simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart. :') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Live life. Be thankful for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For each minute of hardship you faced, you'll get something worth it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/1503816290836238493-2957624498593863592?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2957624498593863592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2957624498593863592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sticky-brain-note.html' title='-- Sticky Brain Note.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5055319125908649325</id><published>2011-11-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:30:01.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Value the people who sacrifice their something for you. Because maybe that something was their everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpyge8w3y71qgdw9so1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Have you ever wondered, how much sacrifices some people tend to make just for your sake of happiness ? No ? Yeah, sometimes you're just too blind to see or even realize what some people would do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;They're so much sacrifices in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As a parents to their daughter/son, a friend to a friend, a true friend to a friend, a sibling to a sibling, and for sure, a lover to the one he/she loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes, we are so blinded by what we demand, till we forget about what we should be thankful for. There are times, when you want something so bad tak kira lah barang atau masa or apa pun. Yang buat hati kau meronta ronta nak sampai lah kau dapat, you'll feel happy about it. But, did you ever noticed the sacrifices that were made along those journeys ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;How about when your parents sacrifices, trying to give you happiness. Trying to give you a better education. Trying to fulfill your needs for your desire of shopping or gadgets or whatever you can think of. To be true, the sacrifices that our parents made just for us, kita takkan mampu beri balik yang sama. Orang kata, mak bapak boleh jaga 16 anak. Tapi tak tentu 16 anak tu boleh jaga mak bapak yang hanyalah dua bilangan dia. Kau tahu apa yang aku nampak sekarang ? In my opinion, yang berlambak lambak aku nampak budak belasan tahun yang bersekolah whining about parents kong kong. Tak rasa freedom. Nak bebas, nak pergi universiti jauh jauh live life. Parents kerja membebel. Eh, tu lah.  You know what, bare this on your mind. Never, ever say that to your parents. Sekarang umur kau belasan tahun kau cakap macamtu, nanti umur kau 20 lebih pun bila susah mak bapak kau yang tolong kau juga tahu ? Kau nak hidup bebas ? Kau nak live life ? Nanti, makin kau dah besar. Baru kau tahu keluarga yang engkau perlukan saat kau jatuh. Sebab family takkan tinggalkan kau macam mana fake friends and fake lovers tinggalkan kau. Sekarang memang kau takkan nampak, tapi makin kau dewasa, semua spotlight ke arah tu je. Think about it, little brothers and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Between a friend, and a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Growing up. The older you get, the more you realize that friends do come and go. I can't deny about that. One thing for sure is true friends are limited. You can have up to thousands of friends, but at the end of the day,  the friends that you'll grow old with remembering all the good times being young and alive, helping you thru thick and thin, are less than 10. Or even 5. Kadang kadang, kawan tikam belakang. Ada juga,kawan yang setia. Tapi, kadang kadang kalau kau perasan. Manusia susah nak nampak apa yang kawan dia sanggup sacrifice untuk dia. Manusia ni,semua ada masalah. Andaikata lah satu situasi A &amp;amp; B. Dua dua ada masalah yang berat. Selalunya,salah satu dari A or B tu akan mengalah. Taknak cerita masalah dia,sebab B tengah ada masalah. As a friend,dia nakkan masalah kawan dia reda dulu. Takpun, bila kau sesat barat tah mana mana tak ada orang nak pickup malam malam. Bila kau tak ada duit, bila nak cover cabut sekolah ke apa. Tu semua kawan kawan kau juga yang tolong kau. Sepanjang kau membesar, memang sacifice from a friend tu banyak. Kalau aku state semuanya,kau takkan nampak. Tapi, you have to realize that true friends are like siblings to you. You shall learn to appreciate all the things they did for you, even if it's the smallest things. Because, some how or rather, it proves they care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A lover, towards he/her lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For sure. In a relationship, takkan lah tak ada sacrifices ? Bila kau sanggup mrentas desa berjam jam hanya nak jumpa cinta hati kau yang rindu kan kau. Bila kau sanggup kumpul duit tak makan, untuk nak belikan hadiah untuk orang yang kau sayang. Bila kau sanggup bangun tidur malam malam, sebab nak teman dia takboleh tidur. Bila kau sanggup rendahkan ego kau bila kau gaduh and minta maaf,just to end a fight. All of it counts. You just have to realize all that. All the small things count. Sebab sebenarnya,detail detail yang kecil tu yang indah sebenarnya. The 'true love sacrifices,and just..love'. Everyone has an option of leaving. But the test is, if they would still stay with you even if leaving is much easier. Sacrifices are everywhere people. Spread the love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Rather than sacrifices in a relationship, there's one more thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sacrifices, towards someone that is more than just your friend, but less than your lover. THIS. Is everywhere. Berleluasa. Orang yang sebenarnya tak ada apa apa pada kita,tak ada ikatan apa. Tapi disebabkan sayang, dia sanggup berkorban untuk nakkan kita happy. Sometimes it ended up as a wonderful thing, and sometimes it hurts when it's gone. Don't deny, its true that sometimes kita susah nak nampak apa yang orang sanggup korbankan untuk kita. Kadang kadang,ada yang sanggup sacrifice lebih dari lover kita sendiri. Sebab dia sayang kita,tapi at that time the life of our life tak appreciate kita.  We just have to open up our eyes, and see the good things that people would do to make us happy. Not to tear us apart, that kind of people shall rot in hell. K language. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My point is, just appreciate and value the people that sacrifice something for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because if you don't, somebody else will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Before it's too late. Value their presence, and don't let them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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"  &gt;Just,appreciate.&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/1503816290836238493-5055319125908649325?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5055319125908649325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5055319125908649325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/value-people-who-sacrifice-their.html' title='Value the people who sacrifice their something for you. Because maybe that something was their everything.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4845654186209642064</id><published>2011-11-16T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:34:50.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Gagah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Keep your negative thoughts deep within your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There's always a reason why certain things end up the way you never want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead. - Adele&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/1503816290836238493-4845654186209642064?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4845654186209642064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4845654186209642064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/gagah.html' title='Gagah.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8735550733747752793</id><published>2011-11-14T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:30:01.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>A new beginning, my new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln3xjoB65I1qieghuo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I remember your number by heart, and to top it all off, I remember every word you ever said to me. But as time pass by, I have to let go of everything. Once and for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last night, I lay down on my bed. And for the last time, I re-read every single text messages, starred at all the photos, videos, and conversations. Every single thing. Sometimes, I don't even know why. It's been a year. Yet I still kept those things. But it's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I deleted every single thing. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not because I want to, because I have to. Because I have to move on, and keep living. No matter how hard it gets, I'm gonna try. No matter how sick I am now, I'm still going to try. And one day, i'll prove you wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;One whole year. Despite every heartache, I was still there for you. But when things change, or even worse, i was replaced, there is nothing more that I can do. Or even be patient for. Enough, is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aku buat ni semua, bukan untuk sesiapa. Tapi untuk diri aku sendiri. Biar, orang kata dah setahun. Baru nak bergerak. Itu hak aku. Mungkin sebelum ni, aku belum bersedia. Tapi sekarang, aku hanya nak reduce all the pain in my life. And I want to set free, the people that doesn't even deserve to know my full name in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That's it. It's time to really let go, and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If you still manage to find a way to my blog again, congratulations. You may say that you're always watching over me, but I can't have you in my mind forever. It hurts. So I decided, to let go. Of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bXcjgXUADTg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuba kau dengar lagu linger, and pay attention to the lyrics. And remember,everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yes, those flashbacks will always haunt me. Each and every night. But I'll be okay, biarlah kalau aku ternangis. Aku cuma nak esok harinya aku boleh berdiri sendiri. Tanpa ada orang jatuhkan aku lagi. Aku boleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To the broken hearted, the one who got cheated, the one who was lied to, the one who has been an emotional wreck after all those years, it's time. To stand up, and fight for your self. You live for a purpose, and that purpose is not by drowning yourself down. So here I am, battling against my fears, and trying to overcome all my obstacles. I will, I can. Let it go, let it all go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A new beginning, a very new beginning. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8735550733747752793?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8735550733747752793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8735550733747752793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-beginning-my-new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning, my new beginning.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bXcjgXUADTg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8935215820063663802</id><published>2011-11-11T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:45:00.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>11.11.11 Write to your own self, Nabila Shakirah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QgeMBO9HIg/TrpoOLtolWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Fpx7d-w6-P0/s400/2-tile.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na tahu kan sekarang. Na dah besar Na. Na dah dewasa. Walaupun dalam diri Na, Na masih lagi macam budak budak perangainya hati Na tetap akan jadi dewasa. Na, tahu tak sepanjang Na hidup 20 tahun ni banyak yang Na dah lalui. Banyak peritnya Na. Tapi na tahu something tak ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sampai sekarang, Na masih berdiri lagi Na. Walaupun banyak sangat kali Na jatuh. Na ingat lagi tak, bila kawan kawan Na start tikam belakang Na ? Bila satu college pandang serong dekat Na sebab khabar angin orang. Na ingat tak, bila na rasa sedih kena compare dengan orang yang lagi pandai. Na ingat, bila mama tiba tiba tak ada ? Ingat lagi, bila Na dah bagi semua kepercayaan Na dekat orang yang Na paling sayang, tapi dia jatuhkan Na. Mainkan Na. Na ingat lagi tak semua tu ? Banyak lagi kan Na dari ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na nampak tak Na. Ada yang Na lari dari masalah. Tapi dia datang jugak. Ada yang Na ignore, tapi dia masih dalam otak Na. Selagi Na tak ambil keputusan untuk overcome semua tu, cari solution semua tu dia takkan reda. 20 tahun dah Na. Na takpayah kira malam malam yang Na dah nangis. Na kira hari hari yang Na pujuk diri Na lalui dengan hati yang tak tenteram tapi Na gagahkan diri Na. Itu lagi penting, Nabila Shakirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Orang takkan berhenti mengecewakan kita Na. Kadang kadang, orang yang kita sayang tu lah yang akan kecewakan kita. Itu semua, dah tercatat dalam takdir Na. Memang orang kata, tak salah kita ubah nasib kita, work hard to fight for it. Tapi, Na kena tahu sampai bila untuk stop. Sekarang, masa untuk Na stop Na. Memang, Na sayang. Mungkin, Allah nak tunjuk Na. Yang Na deserve better. Or even, Allah nak beri na orang yang ajar Na erti terbesar, 'letting go'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na, lap air mata tu Na. Memang sekarang semua nya tengah separa musnah, or even dah cukup musnah. Memang na sorang je yang tahu setiap cabang hidup na tengah on the rocks. Tapi, sebanyak mana Na ada masalah dengan diri na, keluarga, belajar, orang yang na pernah sayang, kawan, Na takboleh give up Na. Walau apa pun, Na kena cuba. Please, cuba untuk diri sendiri. Na kan kuat, Na kan tabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na, baca balik segala blog entry Na. Banyak tak yang Na dah lalui. Banyak kan Na. Kadang kadang, Na sendiri pun tak sangka Na dah berapa tahun fight dengan diri sendiri untuk survive. Selama ni Na boleh, jadi sekarang, bila semuanya tengah jatuh, ni lah masa yang Na betul betul kena strive Na. Please, untuk kebaikan Na sendiri. Na kena percaya kat diri sendiri. Yang satu hari nanti, semua ni ada hikmahnya Na. Jalan apa pun yang Na pilih. Ni semua ada pengajarannya yang tersendiri. Ye, na tersungkur sekarang. Na meraung malam malam sebab na taktahu nak selesaikan masalah diri Na. Tapi, na masih tak give up kan Na. Na masih cuba perbaiki diri na walaupun slow slow. It's better than nothing kan Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nabila Shakirah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na kena ingat. Walaupun na jenis orang yang tak bagitahu mama pasal masalah Na, mama sentiasa nak Na happy. Memang, mama tak ada. Tapi, Na kena cuba untuk happy Na. Na boleh. Na percaya kat Allah. Na percaya kat diri sendiri. Na tahu, na bukan quitter ? You will never be Na. Kan mama selalu pesan, biar orang buat kita jangan kita buat orang. Dulu kan mama sanggup quit kan Na college sebab mama taknak Na suffer lagi dengan surrounding Na. Mungkin, salah satu sebab na quit jugak, sebab dia tahu in the future kalau Na duduk situ, Na teringat orang yang Na patut lupakan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na dah lama tak mengadu kan Na. Na dah banyak Na simpan dekat diri Na sendiri. Mungkin, sebab Na rasa Na yang boleh faham setiap inci diri Na. Kalau Na mengadu dekat orang pun, tak tentu dia boleh comfort kan Na. Dia pun ada masalah sendiri. Mungkin, Na jenis orang yang boleh comfort kan orang. Tapi bukan senang untuk orang comfort Na. Mungkin tu diri Na. Na terima kan ? Sebab Allah tahu, Na boleh berdiri sendiri. Sebab tu Allah bagi na karakter tu. Biar na rapuh, biar na ranap. Sebab dia tahu, satu hari nanti semuanya akan ada hikmahnya dari semua yang Na dah lalui. Banyak lagi Na. Na tak rugi apa apa. Apa yang Na kena simpan dalam diri Na, ialah Na did go through all of these things. And one day, it will all be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na, bangun Na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mulai hari ni. Na kena janji dengan diri Na betul betul. Yang Na boleh buat semua ni Na. Apa cabang pun. Keluarga, belajar, diri, love. Semua. Yes, tangisan Na selama ni biar na jadikan cara na lepaskan. Semua orang ada cara dia tersendiri. Na takboleh buat apa apa kalau diri na tak mampu lagi nak control kalau Na nak nangis. Na nangis dekat bantal busuk Na. Kalau Na kira, agaknya dah berapa juta tangisan yang Na dah curahkan. Stiap tu, ada pengajaran dia tersendiri. Sebab tu, Na kena belajar dari kesilapan Na. Memang, ada kala Na degil. Tapi, manusia tak perfect Na. Yang penting Na takboleh stop walaupun ramai yang jatuhkan Na. Hidup kalau tak ada apa apa untuk diharungi, tak guna Na. Jadi na kena buck up, live life. This life, make it from nothing to something. You can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*peluk bantal,lap air mata,gosok pipi,gosok lengan,bisik kat diri sendiri*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Learn to give up if you think you've already done your part. Goodbye is really not an end, but a new life you deserve to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Live on, move on forever. Na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nabila Shakirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Foot note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am not referring to anyone except myself on this post. If ur trying to judge me as if I'm crazy talking to my own self. Go ahead. I don't mind. Just one thing for sure,  I know myself more than any other people will. That's why I chose myself to motivate my own heart even if it takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8935215820063663802?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8935215820063663802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8935215820063663802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111-write-to-your-own-self-nabila.html' title='11.11.11 Write to your own self, Nabila Shakirah.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QgeMBO9HIg/TrpoOLtolWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Fpx7d-w6-P0/s72-c/2-tile.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-260072445467941686</id><published>2011-11-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:30:04.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, you meet the right person. But you just aren't ready to fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt2oyh72Rs1qc562vo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You can't force someone to move on. Whatever it is, you are just a supporting character. It's up to that own individual to choose which way he/she is trying to lead in their lives. I know, the best is to move on. But reality check, mate. It always takes time. And the more you force it, the more it gets hard. So that's why, it takes time. Even if it may take a long time, but maybe it will be more worth it. Just be patient, and enjoy life as it is even if you're still haunted by what you've let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes, in the journey of 'moving on', there comes a phase when suddenly someone came up into your life and trying to make it better. Maybe as a friend, or at one point, more than friends. Who knows, things can happen. As some people say, a boy and a girl at some point will eventually fall for each other. Maybe temporarily, maybe forever. Anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know, sometimes moving on with the help of 'someone' will make it better. That's what most people said. Go and meet someone new. That's what I used to hear, and almost believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But in my opinion. I'm stating it here, my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes, having someone new at the wrong time may turn out to be wrong too. Why ? Because you're unstable. Things might happen. Such as, you're unsure of your feelings when you're still stuck with the ones that left you, and you gave hopes to the ones that are trying to catch you but you're still in the middle of letting go and leading him/her on. Some part of it, sounds wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What if, in the phase of you moving on, he/she got hurt when you start to remember all the good things you had in your past ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or even, he/she starts to compare themselves with the ones you can never get out of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't deny. Sometimes, it does happen. You just didn’t saw it coming. Or you're just being in-denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kadang kadang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Memang lah kita rasa macam tak ada apa apa. Kalau kau jadi orang yang tengah tengah, antara nak lupakan atau nak move on dengan orang lain, kadang kadang kau tak perasan. Yang dalam phase kau move on bersama orang lain untuk lupakan orang tu, orang yang teman kau tu kadang kadang terluka. Dia pun berhak rasa cemburu juga bila dia nak happy dengan kau, tapi kau sering memberontak dengan masa silam kau. Sedih dengan masa silam kau,sedangkan dia ada 24/7 untuk cuba buatkan kau gembira. Memang, susah kau nak nampak. Sebab mostly, orang yang ada dalam stage 'tolong orang move on' ni, selalu pendam rasa dia. Bila dah lama lama,mungkin keluar sikit sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Itu dah masuk dalam ' you're not ready to fall in love. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Manusia kadang kadang, dia nak move on kita boleh terkorban untuk jadi tempat dia lepaskan sedih. Punca happiness untuk move on. Tapi, tak dijamin dia akan kekal dan berada dengan kau lepas tu. Ada yang terusan tetiba ada 'orang lain', dan ada juga yang stay single. Sebab masih tak dapat get over. Tapi, yang stay single masih tak dapat get over tu, masih cengkam kau taknak kau lepaskan dia sebab dia perlukan kau. Tapi dia tak mampu nak lepaskan apa yang dalam kepala otak dia. Please,tak semua orang sanggup tunggu kau forever. Semua orang berhak dapat masa masa gembira dia. Guna lah otak sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kalau kau tak ready untuk fall in love lepas kau tgh ada 'frust-syndrome', jangan fall in love. Okay aku tahu fall in love tu memang tak boleh dibendung atau ditipu. Mungkin macam ni, jangan lead perasaan orang tu untuk suka / sayang kau balik, kalau kau rasa kau belum pulih sepenuhnya dan move on life kau dengan orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hey,aku tak blame orang yang find it hard to move on. Aku faham nak lepaskan tu susah, mungkin satu hari nanti semua akan terlerai jugak. Tapi, in the mean time tak usahlah engkau genggam erat orang yang sanggup buat apa je untuk kau happy kalau kau tahu kau tak bersedia untuk dia. Or even, kau memang tak nak dia. Sakit tu jugak,kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu15o6iGhq1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Siapa kata kau tak boleh berdiri dan move on sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Setiap jalan yang engkau pilih, semuanya, semua ada pengajaran untuk diri kita. Kalau kau pilih untuk berdiri sendiri, memang susah senang kau seorang yang berjuang. Nangis kau sorang yang dengar. Kalau kau pilih jalan untuk berdiri dengan seorang lain yang membantu, lagi lagi opposite sex. Sooner or later, kau akan rasa sayang dekat dia. And mungkin, dia selalu akan sayang kau balik. Habis, kalau dah berkepit dengan kau tiap hari jaga kau sedih buat kau happy, takkan lah kau takkan terasa kau sayang satu hari nanti. Aku rasa, mungkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Semua jalan ada consequences nya. Up to you engkau nak pilih yang mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi, tolonglah. Kalau kau tengah nak move on, kau tak ready untuk fall in love. Jangan beri orang harapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sebab kalau satu hari nanti,kau dah pulih and kau rasa dah suka pada orang lain, kau lukakan dia mungkin kau tak perasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Biasalah manusia kadang kadang, apa yang kita buat orang kita tak nampak. Apa yang orang buat kita,terasa forever always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I chose to stand up own my own. I wont wanna use anyone to move on, or be happy. Let me strive on my own. Let me knock myself down, and crawl back up on my own. I have to. Because that's how I learn, that I can be independent. Biar, orang kata aku emo seorang. Aku apa semua. Hati aku, apa kau tahu ? Banyak lagi masalah, tapi buat apa aku nak katakan semua. Diam sendiri,jatuh sendiri, bangun sendiri dah lah. Semua manusia ada masalah. Jadi, takpayah kau judge macam mana aku pilih untuk bangun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Orang yang nak tolong kau move on selalunya dah ambil risk yang banyak untuk tolong kau. Yang tinggal, hanya kau dan perasaan kau yang tak tentu arah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sebab, kalau aku terima orang yg nak bantu aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aku takut dia terluka satu hari nanti kalau aku ambil masa yang lama untuk bangkit kembali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sebab,aku pernah rasa macam mana bila kau tolong orang move on, ended up engkau disampah celakakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*gelak sinis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Live on, learn more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Good things comes to those who strive with patience no matter how hard it hits you to the ground. You will survive. Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-260072445467941686?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/260072445467941686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/260072445467941686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-you-meet-right-person-but-you.html' title='Sometimes, you meet the right person. But you just aren&apos;t ready to fall in love.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5934065940944274761</id><published>2011-11-08T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:33:47.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>It doesn't mean if I cried a thousand  litre of tears, I gave up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My own note to stick up to some people's brain&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It doesn't mean if I cried a thousand  litre of tears, I gave up. I never gave up, I will never stop trying no matter how hard it's going to be. Because this is just a stain I'm trying so hard to erase. A painful stain. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qSxyffSB7wA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-5934065940944274761?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5934065940944274761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5934065940944274761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-doesnt-mean-if-i-cried-thousand.html' title='It doesn&apos;t mean if I cried a thousand  litre of tears, I gave up.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qSxyffSB7wA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-6687805830338486006</id><published>2011-11-07T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:30:00.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>It will never be fair,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2ulJ-IRodc/TreyOQojXxI/AAAAAAAAA_g/mu-OK9035CM/s1600/fair.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2ulJ-IRodc/TreyOQojXxI/AAAAAAAAA_g/mu-OK9035CM/s400/fair.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672198213749399314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Picture this one, particular situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There are A, B, C, and D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;On the first stage is, A B and C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Let's just say it this way. A is someone that B still couldn’t get over because A dumped B. And B is in the 'worst' stage of life. Which is, battling to move on that is just plain darn hard. And while B is trying to get over A, along the journey, B found C. Still in stage one, here is where it all started. When B is starting to go 'deep' with C, while at the same time trying to get over A. But then again, C never gave up on helping B. Though the rough nights with fights, and tears, C is always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Entering stage two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Where B starts to shine on it's own. Merely forgetting about A. And moving on, with the help of C. And of course, trying to convince C that B cared about C. Mostly on stage two, everything is about C and B. No other character is involved. Here is where everything seems right. And everything seems wonderful and just, beautiful. Up till one day, without an acceptable reason, B left C. Even though B left C, C is always there for B. Mending everything that has been broken. Helping to motivate B whenever B seems shallow. The main point is, B still convinced C that there's still the 'caring' part of B towards C. And of course, C always cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;On stage three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everything changes. Every single thing. No matter how hard C starts to move on, it always lead to nowhere. Back to square stage two, always. And what makes it worst is, suddenly there's D. Wrap it all around, B finally moved on about A, and mingle, and found D. Which makes C helped B in moving on, and B makes it hard for C by leading C on by giving hopes &amp;amp; promises, and left C off the ground. And starts being happy with D. You know what's the weird part ? Is when on every stage, there's always exist the C character. After all that had happened, there's always the C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kau tahu apa yang aku cuba sampaikan ? Tak kan ? Kau tak faham ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kau tahu kenapa orang kata situasi ini tak adil ? Sebab, sepanjang stage stage ini, C dah berikan segala galanya tapi ended up, tiada apa apa. Apa yang tak adil ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sebenarnya, aku nak kata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pernah tak,kau rasa. Bila kau dah tolong orang move on,dia dah move on, dia tinggalkan kau ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ada dua lagi stage kecil dalam tolong orang move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Satu, kalau orang tu stay kawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dua, kalau orang tu mula bagi harapan pada kau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Consider C dalam stage kecil nombor dua. Bila B dah beri C harapan, janji janji. Bila tiba tiba B ada D. Kau rasa adil ke sekarang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aku tahu, orang kata. Kita takboleh memaksa manusia,dan perasaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tapi satu sahaja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Andaikata engkau berada dalam kedudukan B, kenapa engkau beri dia harapan kalau kau tahu kau tak mampu simpan dia lama lama. Kalau kau tahu kau memang takkan ada dengan dia. Kenapa engkau bagi harapan, dan kau buat dia lebih dari kawan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;D muncul. Consider B happy. Kalau B find it hard untuk move on nak lupakan C, at least D terkial kial tolong B. Habis, C ? Adil ke ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kenapa, B selalu ada orang yang akan tatang meskipun berapa kali dia jatuh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Bila B happy, C merana ? Macam tu ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dulu,bila B jatuh, C tolong. Bila B ingat dekat A, C tolong. Bila B rasa nak mati, C tolong. Bila D ada, C pergi mana ? Dilenyapkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mampu ke B tolong C balik ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tak. Memang tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aku bukan nak menceritakan apa. Tapi,banyak benda ni dah berlaku depan mata aku. Sampai aku naik meluat, dengan manusia manusia yang ciri ciri B. Aku tahu,salah kan aku cakap macamtu. Maafkan aku, ini hanya opinion aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kadang kadang,aku rasa banyak yang tak adil. I've been trying to convince myself that life isn't fair. And it will never be. But then again, all I know is even though life isn't fair, god is. Forever, god is always fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Perasaan manusia berbeza beza, tak kira kau A, B, C mahupun D. Semua berperasaan, semua manusia biasa. Tapi, kadang kadang, langkah yang kau ambil itu salah. Langkah yang kau hanyut dalam perasaan kau beri bunga yang kau tahu kau tak mampu simpan itu,salah. Keep your thoughts straight. Jangan beri orang harapan,kalau kau tahu kau tak mampu nak menyimpannya. Dan jangan lead orang untuk commit, kalau kau tahu satu hari kau akan tinggalkannya. It's wrong. Damn wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ada orang maafkan, ada yang takboleh maafkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tapi pokok pangkalnya, boleh ke dia lupakan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You can play with everything around this world, but why you chose to play with a heart that has been sincere all the while ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;One day, it will all come to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Foot note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kau tahu apa maksud tersirat menjadi karakter C ? Biar,dia jatuh sendiri. Dia berdiri sendiri. At least, dia tak beri harapan pada entah karakter apa lagi entah. Untuk move on, dan tinggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tak,aku tak kata aku salah satu karakter. Aku gambarkan apa yang aku nampak. Apa celakanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sebab salah satu langkah dalam tiga stage ni, buat aku rasa, faktab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-6687805830338486006?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6687805830338486006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6687805830338486006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-will-never-be-fair.html' title='It will never be fair,'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2ulJ-IRodc/TreyOQojXxI/AAAAAAAAA_g/mu-OK9035CM/s72-c/fair.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8873068686906084706</id><published>2011-11-03T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:30:01.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Whatever happens, we will never be the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltx9xumcqp1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's awkward, when most of the time, when men or women had a fight with the ones they love, and got hurt,and got dumped. They often said these words :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Ah, perempuan semua sama je ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Ah, lelaki semua sama je ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know what's the weird part ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Is when you kept saying the same old tag line over and over again each and everytime you end your relationship, BUT you'll have a new relationship later on, with the opposite sex that you've been saying they're the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kau faham tak ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kalau kau kata dia sama, kau tak pelik ke kenapa kau tetap akan fall dengan spesis dia juga ? Sebab hakikatnya, dalam dunia ni, pasangan kau spesies dia. Kau benci dia macam mana pun, kau akan tetap fall dengan spesies dia. Jangan lah deny,mengaku. Takkan kau nak jadi homoseksual tetiba ? Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kau tahu, sebenarnya. Semua orang berbeza. Ah,semua orang tahu tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi apa yang kau susah nak nampak. Kau perasan tak, bila kau gaduh,bila kau break baru terkeluar perkataan semua orang sama tu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kau tahu tak sebenarnya berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kenapa bila kau tengah bahagia, bila kau tengah rasa dunia kau keliling orang tabur bunga kau tak kata, manusia semua sama. Indah. Pernah ke ? Jarang, tak pernah aku dengar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bila buruk,sama tiba tiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dulu aku pun pernah cakap macamtu. Tapi,come on lah. Jangan rasa diri tu good good. Semua orang ada zaman tak tahu dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi sekarang, aku buka minda aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Manusia berbeza. Sangat berbeza. Kau kata macam tu sebab kau marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hakikatnya dia berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mungkin cara kau disakiti tu yang kau rasa sama. Tapi, bila indah pernah ke sama ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tak pernah. Sememangnya manusia ada cara dia yang tersendiri nak gembirakan orang yang dia sayang. Itu semua,berbeza. Effort masing masing, berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Berhentilah cakap manusia semua sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kalau tak, consider engkau pun sama dengan yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kita ni, dna berbeza beza. Manakan kita pernah sama ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kita sentiasa berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuma,orang tak reti menghargai bila kita berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bila kita sama, baru nak perasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah,sudah lah. Cukup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Janganlah kata mereka sama. Janganlah kata aku sama. Sebab,kalau manusia semua sama. Kenapa kita susah nak gantikan mereka dengan yang lain ? Kalau sama,takkan jadi masalah bukan ? It proves, semua berbeza. Semua ada characteristics masing masing, yang akan buat kau bahagia, dan mungkin ranap memikirkan kebahagiaan yang pernah menjadi milik engkau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We've all been hurt by words before, so before you speak, think about how your words might effect someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8873068686906084706?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8873068686906084706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8873068686906084706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/whatever-happens-we-will-never-be-same.html' title='Whatever happens, we will never be the same.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-139854815824085852</id><published>2011-11-02T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:49:38.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltys19BK8O1qbm990o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltz0gfxMOO1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asking god to reduce the pain and burden that I've been carrying on my shoulders is of course, a big No. It sounds wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But, I was hoping that. I am seriously hoping that, Allah will grant my prayers. To be stronger than this,much more stronger than this. Please. I've been sick for so long. Till some part of me can no longer breathe properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But then again, yes. I'm still fighting. Even if it kills, I'm still gonna fight and stand up like who I used to be. I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just need god to show me, that somehow or rather. I can do this, because deep down inside of me, there's this girl who can make anything happen if she just believes in herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need,that.&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/1503816290836238493-139854815824085852?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/139854815824085852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/139854815824085852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-rain.html' title='November rain.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8952213205665972521</id><published>2011-11-01T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:37:30.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama love relationship'/><title type='text'>You can't judge someone's past,or even how they deal their hardships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltu0c3KkAA1qguijzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone have their own happiness,and sadness. That made them who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Allah doesn't promise us that life would be like a bed of roses. It never will. No matter how happy u tried to be, there are still times that you'll drown into all the hardships you've been through. But then,you have two options. To get back up again, or be there at the bottom, laying low and regretting everything in life while gasping for happy gasses to pass by and cheer you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pernah kan aku ulaskan,yang sebenarnya..sebanyak mana korang cuba luahkan pada orang bila engkau ada masalah..orang akan kata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" I understand. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebenarnya, in the end. Yang betul betul fahamkan engkau ialah diri engkau sendiri. Dan maha pencipta engkau. Itu sahaja. Kawan kawan,dan family,dan orang terasayang kau hanya character sampingan yang membantu. Tetapi, yang sejujurnya memahami kau tanpa penjelasan,dan apa apa pun, ialah yang memberi engkau nyawa. Kan ? Maafkan aku,jika pendapat aku salah. I wasn't born perfect. This is my own thoughts that I've been scattering all around my keyboard typing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kadang kadang kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku faham. Niat sesetengah manusia yang nak membantu orang yang dia ambil kisah. Sebagai kawan,dan sebagai apa pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lagi lagi,part move on, atau menerima apa yang telah terjadi etc etc. Tak ada salahnya membantu. Cuma kadang kadang,cara kau bercakap tu. Tak menepati keadaan. Hati orang yang dah tercalar, kalau kata kata kau tak betul, tak ke makin merebak calarnya ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jadi,sebelum engkau berkata kata tolonglah susun and fikir seelok eloknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Contohnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You have this one friend, that's been lied, been dumped, been played, or whatever seangkatan lebih kurang. Pokok pangkalnya,menyakitkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku tahu,kau sebagai kawan nampak dia sengsara. And kau seboleh boleh nak tgk dia bahagia dari tengok dia nangis setiap hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi,kau rasa wajar ke untuk suddenly cakap :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Entah apa apa lah kau,move on lah weh. Bazir tengok kau macam ni. Apa yang susah sangat ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The most important thing you should know is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yang rasa,dia. Kau kena ingat,kau hanya supporting character. Selagi kau tak diri dalam badan dia,kau takkan tahu dan rasa exactly apa engkau rasa. So, please bila kau cuba nak bantu dia,dengan niat yang ikhlas and susun ayat engkau betul betul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau kata, apa yang susah sangat. Nak lepaskan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cuba kalau kau,satu hari nanti orang yang tak pernah pernah kau sayang sepenuh hati,pergi. Kau ambil masa 4 hari ke untuk lepaskan dan move on ? Kalau ada yang boleh move on dalam masa dua hari,tu bukan sayang namanya. Berfoya foya. Bukan apa. Tapi,renungkan balik. Mungkin engkau juga pernah ada dalam situasi dia. Tapi,kadang kadang,situasi hampir sama. Tapi,kau kena ingat perasaan manusia berbeza. Kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin selama dia dengan orang tu,banyak kenangan indah yang dia tak pernah share dengan orang orang sebelumnya. Kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin, orang tu yang paling faham dia, and selama ni dia ikhlas dan jujur sepanjang dia berada dengan orang tu. Kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin, orang tu lain dari yang lain. Yang dia dah rasa itu soulmate dia. Kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin, dia sanggup rendahkan ego, dan tolerate setiap inci orang tu just because dia sayang orang tu. Kau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau tahu je. Tapi yang betul betul rasa empunya badan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kita mana tahu,bila malam malam dia nangis sampai pukul 3 4 5 pagi. Bukan sebab nak merengek lebih. Mungkin,dia hanya nak tidur. Kalau boleh sepanjang hari tahan taknak ingat apa apa. Tapi bila malam,normal. Bila kau tengok bulan,kau tenung siling,kau peluk bantal busuk engkau. Semua benda boleh keluar. Salah satunya,benda benda tu. Yang sebenarnya susah untuk kau lekangkan dari hati kau. Akan,sentiasa terbayang bayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nak kata jangan nangis. Admit it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kadang kadang,kau nak cuba berhenti nangis,tapi bila hati kau dah nak ternangis,lambat laun kau cuba control diri engkau suruh stop pun,dia tetap akan mengalir. Mungkin,kita nak hati kita berhenti. Tapi,hati kita lebih tahu deritanya sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bukan aku nak jadi emotional wreck sangat. Lantaklah orang nak kata apa. Manusia memang judge people. Boleh ke diorang berhenti ? Tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cuma kadang kadang,orang suka cakap tak tentu hala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tolonglah ingat,perasaan kita, bila kita happy, bila kita sedih,semua empunya diri yang betul betul rasa. Setiap orang,perasaannya berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku tahu kadang kadang niat nak membantu,tapi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Untuk judge orang tu sebab masih tak dapat lepaskan masa silam, atau tak dapat ini dan itu. Seems wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebab,diri dia..diri dia lah yang tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diri engkau..diri engkau lah yang tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku rasa,kalau kau support mungkin dah cukup.Tapi,bukan judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tak ada manusia dalam dunia ni minta untuk diberi kesusahan. Dah itu jalan untuk dia belajar. Biarlah dia belajar. Merangkak mana pun,dia mencuba. Tak semestinya bertahun dia lambat pulih,satu hari nanti dia takkan bahagia. Allah itu adil tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kadang kadang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yang ingat dia bahagia sekarang dengan pasangan yang forever nak sweet tu lah yang ranap akhirnya sebab condemn relationship orang lain. Tak guna untuk kata " Kalau dah bukan jodoh engkau,takpayah nak kecoh kecoh." Ah,bullshit tu semua. Manusia celaka je yang tak ada hati untuk faham orang nak kata macmtu. Kau tak rasa,sebab tu kau boleh kata macamtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And one day,semua nya akan terbongkar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's just that in the mean time, we have to gather all the strength we have, and try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Footnote :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1.11.11 today. Tak,aku tak ada rasa apa apa pun dengan tarikh tu. Cuma aku terbayang satu tarikh je, 11.1.11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like this _|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8952213205665972521?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8952213205665972521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8952213205665972521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-cant-judge-someones-pastor-even-how.html' title='You can&apos;t judge someone&apos;s past,or even how they deal their hardships.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4511832362096438221</id><published>2011-10-31T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:00:08.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Scars, will they heal ? They aren't just scars. They're what I overcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltt5j5CrsA1qidc14o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been living with cats through out my whole life. Since I was a baby, I was raised to be gentle with cats, and of course, I love cats. I sleep with em, I eat with em, and I play around with em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some people thought that cats are scary, I mean they will scratch you or somtyn. I won't deny. Each and everytime I registered myself to a new place, there's always a scar on my face, or on my body. When I first entered highschool, I got this scar on my right cheek. When I first entered college for my foundations at 18, I got this scratch on my left eye. And when I registered for degree in May 2011, of course, there's a scar on my upper right eye,near my eyebrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's common to me when people kept asking me,what's with the scar. Will it heal ? Will it be gone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Semuanya boleh dijawab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi hanya satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dulu, mama selalu kata :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Luka di luar boleh orang nampak,luka dalam hati, siapa je yang tahu dan rasa ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau. Walau macam mana pun,memang kau yang kena. Engkau sahaja yang rasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dulu,masa kita kecik kecik. Badan kita mesti penuh parut sana sini. Jatuh naik basikal, jatuh masa baru belajar berjalan. Jatuh masa sekolah,jatuh masa bergurau senda dengan kawan kawan. Bila kita dah besar, bila berbual : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Ni dulu parut bekas jatuh dekat longkang masa umur darjah 3 main dengan jiran sebelah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dan,lain lain lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi sekarang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hati kau, dan inner self kau penuh dengan parut sebenarnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parut liku liku kehidupan. Tentang keluarga, tentang kawan kawan, dan of course, tentang zaman bila percintaan menyinggah dalam hidup engkau. Ada yang baik dan manis, dan sentiasa ada yang pedih dan buat engkau menangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Itu semua, parut dalam diri engkau sendiri. Yang aku pasti,semua orang ada parut tersendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi apa yang aku cuba hendak ulaskan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parut tu semua,kita sahaja yang tahu dan rasa bukan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Macam mana bermula nya detik bila kita rasa jatuh, bila kita boleh bangun semula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila kita kecik kecik, luka parut tu semua. Ada yang boleh hilang,ada yang tak. Tapi,parut luka yang takboleh hilang tu masih tak dapat menandingi parut yang telah terwujud di dalam hati engkau, dalam diri engkau semasa engkau tgh live life kau. Semasa engkau jatuh bangun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sekarang,aku tanya diri sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mampu ke parut yang ada dalam hati aku ini, yang ada dalam diri aku ini. Hilang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ulasan aku,bagi diri aku. Bukan aku nakkan persetujuan semua pihak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebab, aku tulis kat sini "pada pendapat aku".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pada pendapat aku,mungkin macam mustahil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Admit it. Kadang kadang,kita nak sangat lupa benda yang menyakitkan kita. Menghancurkan kita. Tapi,pernah kan kita baca satu pepatah yang orang kata makin kita nak lupa,makin kita teringat. Dunia beb. Boleh ke engkau lupa apa yang telah meranapkan engkau ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ini bukan soal dendam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ini soal,manusia bila dah terhentak,dihentak. Jarang untuk lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parut itu,sentiasa terlakar dalam diri dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau clorox pun,tak tentu hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau sental pakai berus dawai besi pun,makin nampak calar balarnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Memang,susah untuk hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebab tu,orang kata. Ini semua takdir kita. Dah tertulis oleh yang maha esa, hati kita,parut kita akan jadi macam ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kita siapa untuk kata tak adil kita kena macam ni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nak taknak,kita telan. Kita baham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asalkan,kita kena percaya yang Allah itu adil. Dan Allah itu maha mengetahui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia tahu apa baik untuk aku. Dan apa yang buruk untuk ajar aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parut aku,beribu terlakar dalam diri aku. Ada yang dilakar oleh orang orang yang memberi aku kebahagiaan, dan ada juga yang meconteng dinding hati aku dengan kejam. Semua nya,ada dalam hati aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Memang susah untuk luput.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apa aku nak buat. Aku hanya mampu bersyukur, Allah kurniakan aku akal yang mudah ingat benda benda dalam hidup aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Parut,memang boleh hilang. Boleh kita tolak ketepi dan live life,continue to live life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi,jauh di lubuk hati. Sebenarnya dia tak hilang. Cuma kita cover-kan dengan rutin lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Takkanlah engkau lupa sesuatu yang pernah menggembirakan kau,dan menjatuhkan kau ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mustahil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia mungkin akan sembuh,tapi.kau takkan lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They aren't just scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're what I overcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're lonely nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're insults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our scars reminds us that the past is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltu9ynv2bg1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4511832362096438221?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4511832362096438221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4511832362096438221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/scars-will-they-heal-they-arent-just.html' title='Scars, will they heal ? They aren&apos;t just scars. They&apos;re what I overcome.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8729735735289551915</id><published>2011-10-31T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:10:02.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Soulmate, for 8 years, forever &amp; ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV6k350Nfw/Tq5TBCL9DFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/31JbkD_VDlU/s1600/318656_2234509816111_1048908325_32035218_2091559165_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV6k350Nfw/Tq5TBCL9DFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/31JbkD_VDlU/s400/318656_2234509816111_1048908325_32035218_2091559165_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560258138016850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8uIxpWH6zk/Tq5TAvSFK5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/ue2LB2qnLCM/s1600/316785_2234478335324_1048908325_32035206_524425643_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8uIxpWH6zk/Tq5TAvSFK5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/ue2LB2qnLCM/s400/316785_2234478335324_1048908325_32035206_524425643_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560253063441298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzApJOdCjRk/Tq5TAZlTtpI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Gqj1MHX-_Gs/s1600/309856_2234482375425_1048908325_32035207_457696781_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzApJOdCjRk/Tq5TAZlTtpI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Gqj1MHX-_Gs/s400/309856_2234482375425_1048908325_32035207_457696781_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669560247238506130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You know what's great about love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When you're own brother has been loving the same women for 8 years, and he gets his one true soulmate. It's so breath-taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seperated by distance just to pursue his studies to lead a better life for his future, and hers. But, that was never an alibi to stop loving his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And for that, there's no reason for me to not believe in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's just sometimes, it's not the right time, or the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wedding Reception : 9th october 2011 | 9.10.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Noor Mohd Abdul Latif &amp;amp; Siti Khadijah Daud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cinta zaman sekolah,indah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8729735735289551915?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8729735735289551915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8729735735289551915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/soulmate-for-8-years-forever-ever.html' title='Soulmate, for 8 years, forever &amp; ever.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFV6k350Nfw/Tq5TBCL9DFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/31JbkD_VDlU/s72-c/318656_2234509816111_1048908325_32035218_2091559165_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4591865861216281924</id><published>2011-10-30T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:44:34.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>My first love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltrprg3i7J1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Each and everyone of us will always have the story of our first love. Some might end up marrying their first love, some end up being friends, some end up being enemies, and some end up being strangers. And for sure, I had my first love too. Actually, I didn’t have the intention of typing this down and about how it went or what sort of it..But,in the end of this post, there's a main point of why I created this post in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My first love, was a man. ( lol of course. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay. Back on track. My first love, was a man that is a totally vice versa towards what I want in a man. Before him, I dated a few others, but..those were just stupid monkey beruk baboon loves. Who cares. I don’t have that sort of butterfly or even semut api feeling in my stomach when I'm with them. But this one..okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had my first love when I was 16. When all I was is a naïve little girl, that doesn’t even know what love is about. And he's just a 16 year old boy, yang kemungkinan besar tak tahu jugak what love is really about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vice versa. You remember why I told you that opposites attracts in a boy's and a girl's personality ? To be true,it all started when I fall in love. For the first time, everything seems right, and beautiful :') He has nothing that I can relate to the characteristics of a man that I adore, but in the end, he was my first love, the one that has always been the first, and one of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was naïve, and he was..oh well. You know boys,nakal. I was striving hard to be best in class, while he's busy playing games. I was busy with tuition, while he's stuck with his guitar all day long. There are so many differences between us, yet we're glued together for 2 years.  This is something I can be proud of actually, I've never told anyone. My first love, holds up for about 2 years. :') For a start, that's something big for me. And to be honest again, I've never had any relationship for more than 2 years, except this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Selalunya,orang kata. First love selalunya indah. Sebab dari kita rasa completely stupid about love, kita rasa macam boleh jakun bila kita rasa ada orang yang sayang kita selain keluarga &amp;amp; kawan kita. Admit it, bila first time engkau jatuh cinta,dan orang jatuh cinta dengan engkau, takkan lah engkau tak excited sehabis habisan macam kera dapat bunga ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be true, I never thought that being with him for 2 years brings so much great memories instead of the bad ones. Secara jujurnya, bila dah lama kau kenal orang yang kau sayang, kau tolerate macam mana pun, kalau dah dia sayang kau,dia akan beri yang sama. Kan ? Macamtu lah sepajang 2 tahun tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku mengaku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia baik,dia penyayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia selalu mengalah bila ada salah faham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia sanggup susahkan diri,hanya untuk buat aku bahagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia sanggup merentas berapa jauh pun, hanya untuk dapatkan aku satu cup slurpee 7e yang ternyata banganya aku untuk meminta macamtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia sanggup kumpul duit zaman sekolah,untuk belikan aku hadiah yang turns out to be, so much more than I could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia sanggup bayarkan tuition fees aku sebab masa tu, keluarga aku tgh susah. Ended up,aku sama tuition dengan dua. With a private tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia sanggup bangun tengah tengah malam,sebab aku terjaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kalau aku ceritakan,sampai esok pun takkan habis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mata dia besar, aku suka tengok mata orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila aku dengan dia dulu, aku boleh mengaku yang tiap tiap kali aku berdepan, aku sentiasa malu &amp;amp; jantung aku berdegup kencang macam ribut taufan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Secara jujur,aku bukan jenis orang yang akan bawak lelaki untuk jumpa ibu bapa &amp;amp; keluarga aku. Terlalu awal untuk itu semua. Tapi,tak pernah pernah dalam hidup. Ini sahaja satu satu lelaki yang family aku tahu. Dan family dia tahu tentang kewujudan aku. Dan aku masih menganggap ibu dia,macam ibu aku sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*peluk bantal busuk erat erat,ikat rambut ponytail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau tahu,kadang kadang bila malam mula menjelma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You often have these thoughts about what could have been. I don't know. I'm always like that. Full of thoughts in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pernah tak kau rasa, walaupun kadang kadang kau ada susah dengan orang yang kau syg,dia tetap sayangkan kau walau apa pun jadi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Walaupun kau buat salah pun, dia sentiasa maafkan kau. Dan sentiasa nakkan kau kembali pada dakapan dia. Sebab,dia seorang pemaaf. Dan dia tak rela kehilangan engkau. Walaupun waktu tu,orang hanya label cinta sekolah sebagai, cinta zaman engkau jahil. Cinta yang tak tentu kekal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Semua orang ada first love. Ada yang suka, ada yang benci, ada yang masih sayang,dan ada yang selalu ingat tapi pendam. Bagi cerita aku, first love aku berakhir bila aku habis SPM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dan,sebenarnya. Itu bukan yang either of us yang nak. Bersebab. Tapi,aku rasa tak perlu aku cerita kan dengan detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yang aku pasti,somewhere along this journey, ada salah aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lto2c3R8GP1qcri28o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's not that easy, as me being a person who doesn't let go of people easily. But lama kelamaan, sebenarnya I did get trough this. I moved on. And we became friends. Best friends. And I thought, it was okay. It's been 4 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku move on, in and out of relationship dengan orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia pun sama, in and out of relationship dengan orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi,aku tak pernah tahu macam mana sebenarnya yang tersemat dalam lubuk hati dia selama 4 tahun benda ni semua dah jadi. Aku assume yang dia dah move on sepenuhnya,dan aku move on. Dan apa yang melekat dalam diri aku,hanya benda benda happy yang once aku pernah share dgn cinta pertama aku. Kadangkadang, aku rasa rugi. Sebab aku pun tak pasti kenapa antara aku dan first love aku,bertemu ke penghujungnya sedangkan tak ada pergaduhan besar atau orang ke 3. Kadang kadang, aku assume yang mungkin. Tak ada jodoh. Tapi aku pelik jugak,kenapa dulu aku tak work it out sehabis habisan mcm bila aku dah dewasa sekarang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin waktu itu,aku mengaku. Ada part diri aku tak faham diri aku sendiri. Dan aku belum kenal diri aku yang..bila dah betul betul sayang,sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Selama 3 tahun aku hilang,dia hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dia muncul,aku muncul. Kadang kadang ada call,kadang kadang ada message. Kadang kadang,ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku mengaku juga,kadang kadang bila kita sesama ada masalah dengan relationship masing masing,kita masih lagi menceritakan semuanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kononnya macam best friend. Konon,mungkin. Ah. Anggap macam iya. 3 tahun berlalu. Bila kita hampir menjangkau 20, engkau ajukan aku satu soalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Kau pernah tahu apa yang aku rasa ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Em ? Rasa apa. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Kau memang boleh move on ke dulu ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Susah,makan masa. Tapi..aku cuba. Sampai aku dapat cover mungkin. Engkau pun dapat move on kan ? Aku selalu tgk,awek kau kan bertukar tukar. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Kau tak pernah terfkir kenapa aku bertukar tukar ? Sebab,satu pun tak macam kau dengan aku dulu. Kau buat aku happy dulu. Satu pun lepas engkau tak dapat happy kan aku macam kau dengan aku dulu. Dulu,kaulah satu satunya perempuan yang aku sayang sangat. Tapi aku tak pernah sangka kita ada pengakhiran. Kau pun bertukar tukar kan. Selama 3 tahun. Aku pun nampak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Itu apa yang kau nampak. Tapi,apa yang aku rasa tak pernah sama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kadang kadang,aku rasa kelakar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Orang yang betul syg kita,kita tak nampak kan ? Bila masing masing ambil haluan masing masing, baru kdg kadang terkeluar semuanya. Apatah lagi ni. 3 tahun baru aku dapat jawapan yang sebenar. Dari umur aku 17,zaman aku bodoh bodoh. Sampai lah sekarang,aku di sini menaip yang hampir kesemuanya tentang cinta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bukan niat aku untuk membandingkan dia dengan orang orang lain. Tapi,kadang kadang bila aku disakiti. Aku akan fikir balik benda benda dulu. Ah,lantak orang nak kata apa. Aku sengaja flashback hidup aku,tengok sejauh mana aku dah melangkah dalam era berkasih sayang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pernah kawan aku tanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Kau pernah ada rasa happy tak tentu pasal bila kau bercinta ? Macam masa cinta pertama kau ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pernah. Awal tahun ni. Itu yang aku rasa sebenarnya. Salah satu sebab,sekarang aku rasa susah untuk lepaskan apa yang aku pernah rasa sebab masa aku dengan 'lion', gembira aku tiada batas. Macam aku gembira masa aku dengan first love aku. Ironic isnt it. I don't even know why. Bukan aku nak bandingkan orang atau apa apa. Aku sedang menilai hati aku sendiri. Hati aku yang masa tu,terlalu gembira. Sangat sangat. Yang aku dapat rasa,macam sekeliling aku orang campak apa apa yang manis. Sebab dua dua masa ni,aku rasa hidup aku, happy, more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi,aku belum stable. Maafkan aku. Kau teruskan apa yang engkau ada dengan jodoh engkau sekarang. Kalau ada jodoh untuk kita sambung apa yang telah hilang 3 tahun lepas,adalah satu hari nanti. Tapi bukan sekarang :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One thing for sure,apa yang aku nak kata sebenarnya di akhir post ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apa yang makin membuatkan semuanya indah,is when I share the same birth date with my first love 14th of october.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebenarnya,post ini kiasan. Untuk aku ucapkan,selamat hari lahir kepada cinta pertama aku. Yang pernah menggembirakan aku sejak 4 tahun yang lepas. Dan menghargai aku seadanya,sehingga sekarang. Itu yang aku baru tahu. Terima kasih :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebenarnya dalam hidup ni. First love tu,memberi pengajaran pada kita. Kadang kadang,first love tu tak work out sebab benda tu satu pengajaran bagi kita. To be someone better in the future untuk orang yang menyayangi kita. Dan kalau rezeki kita ada,lagi indah kalau first love tu orang yang memang akan sayang kita sepanjang hidup kita. Jodoh,kalau dah jodoh kau lari kemana pun satu hari akan bertemu juga. Kau kena percaya,setiap manusia yang hadir dalam hidup engkau ni, kalau tak beri kau kebahagiaan,dia beri engkau pengajaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dan ini,pernah jadi kebahagiaan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hanya aku tak pernah buka pada sesiapa. Not even kawan baik aku sendiri. Rahsia yang aku pendam selama 4 tahun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy birthday to us,again. Aimanul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dah 4 tahun,aku dah tahu engkau sebenarnya memang baik. I'm sorry for all my wrongdoings selama kita bersama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Satu hari nanti,aku akan kembali menjadi Nabila masa aku umur 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yang happy tu. Aku nak,itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FKi125iqnFg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebab memori bahagia selama 2 tahun ni,aku simpan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4591865861216281924?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4591865861216281924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4591865861216281924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-love.html' title='My first love,'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FKi125iqnFg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5365017383394054974</id><published>2011-10-29T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:23:15.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namielatif'/><title type='text'>At the strike of 12, on 14th October 2011. I turned 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Adik,nanti dah besar belajar rajin rajin. Dapat kan degree,kalau boleh lanjutkan lagi lanjutkan. Mama dengan abah sentiasa doakan anak anak dan nak berikan yang terbaik meskipun mama dengan abah tak masuk universiti pun. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Primary school  1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: " Kalau nak duit, setiap kali exam, bila result dapat A, setiap A RM 10. Kena usaha. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Primary school  2  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: " UPSR kalau dapat 5A full,abah belikan handphone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Secondary school 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: " PMR kalau dapat 6A keatas,you'll get your own laptop. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Secondary school 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: " SPM kalau dapat 6A keatas, I'll let you in a great university for your studies. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;College 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;: I was desperate for a new phone,or a blackberry perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  " Get yourself a 4 flat, and I'll buy you a blackberry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bukan aku jenis meminta sangat towards my parents. Kadang kadang,normal. Mulut anak. Cakap nak ini nak itu,tapi bukan aku demand kalau aku tak dapat aku mengamuk. No. My parents taught me, if you want something, work for it. And, I'll work my ass off to achieve what I want, and it turns out to be, more than that. It made me someone better, a greater daughter, a greater student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be honest, I do things because I want them. Tapi bila direnungkan balik,kalau aku tak cuba. Mesti aku dah dungu gila sekarang. Tapi, aku bersyukur yang aku cuba. At least,ada benefit yang lain lain. Dan barang barang yang aku dapat, pada aku bukan hanya sekadar aku merengek. Tapi,I work my ass off for it. And for that, I pat myself on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Itu dulu. Berbulan dulu sebelum detik aku ceburkan diri aku melanjutkan pelajaran ke alam degree. Bila aku makin meningkat dewasa, aku dah malas nak buat wishlist panjang panjang. Beli ini,beli itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kalau lah,kalau. Hati ni boleh ditukar. Dah lama aku tukar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Biar dia jadi yang baru. Biar luka luka tu semua,di flush away. Away from my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi apakan daya,hati kita memang takboleh dibeli  dan dijual. Sebab dia percuma sebenarnya kan ? Sebab tu manusia susah nak hargai. Sebab percuma. Betul tak ? Manusia kadang kadang,kalau benda yang dapat percuma, susah nak jaga,nak hargai. Cuba kalau duit dia yang keluar,kalau kucing sentuh pun,marah. Fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Staring at the ceiling, with the lights on, in dimmed mode.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Suddenly, my blackberry vibrates. One unread bbm. I clicked read, :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Strongest heart born from experiences, and you are one in a million. Strongest bond born from a great friendship, and you are my one in a million. Happy Birthday Nabila Shakirah. Happy 20th birthday.  Thou the word happy wont bring any meaning now, but trust me, Allah dah rancang semua. Jangan putus doa Namie. I'm here,Allah ada,tau. Jangan pernah putus asa. STRONG. PRAY. 20 tahun. 4 tahun dah kenal. Sampai bila bila pun bestfriend. Happy 20th Birthday Namie ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsq15ayDeP1qb8ikqo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I glanced at the time, it's 13th October, 11.59pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday,in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My tears came rolling down my cheeks while re-reading the bbm from my bestfriend, Dunett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku baru tersedar,yang lagi seminit. Aku dah menjangkau usia 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No more budak belasan tahun yang orang selalu gelarkan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila baca balik wish tu,baca, baca dan baca. Mungkin aku rasa sedih sebab dah 20 tahun aku hidup,banyak susah senang yang aku lalui. Dan aku rasa separa happy juga,sebab bila aku baca wish tu..aku terdiam..sebab,dia tahu tahun ni tahun yang paling sukar bagi aku. Tapi sebagai kawan,dia tak pernah henti support aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku terus tersentak dari berangan sambil tenung ceiling tadi. Terus bangun,duduk dan peluk bantal busuk aku erat erat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wish bertalu talu masuk dalam 3 line yang berbeza. Aku baca satu persatu. Ada yang buat aku tersengih, ada yang buat aku terdiam, ada yang buat aku sedih, dan ada yang buat aku tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila call masuk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila kakcik,amir,ain,walin semua nyanyi lagu happy birthday kuat kuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku terus,speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Terharu sampai ternangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Emotional wreck bukan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kau tahu kenapa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mungkin,aku hanya bersyukur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been a tough year. It's been a wrecked year. I've been dying to get out from all of the madness I've been thru lately. But everything wont work out the way I want it to be. That's why I've been so mellow on my birthday. But, yang masih boleh melakarkan senyuman pada aku, bila aku rasa disayangi. Bila aku rasa,aku jatuh macam ni pun, masih ada orang yang boleh ada untuk aku. Keluarga,dan kawan kawan aku, dan orang yang sayang aku seadanya. Itu,yang boleh buat aku meleleh tanpa henti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here I am, turning 20 on this particular day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are loads of people and hardships that came in and out of my life. That once made me happy, that once made me down in despair. All of it, was my ride of my life. I was destined by God to face all of those. That's what  built me, all of those things, made me who I am today, Nabila Shakirah. I've learned that I have to strive to be better, I've learned that I shall appreciate the people that brought me to this world and that's my parents, I've learned that being in love and be loved in return is beautiful, I've learned that in order to rise you must fall a couple of times, I've learned that sometimes we thought that life is unfair, always unfair but actually Allah knows best. Everything happens for a reason. And all the reason, made me who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lagi lagi,diwaktu kritikal macam ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dah terlalu banyak yang aku cuba pikul. Biar orang nak judge aku yang aku ada masalah dalam percintaan. Sebab itu hanya apa yang engkau baca. Yang tersemat dalam hati aku ni,berlambak lagi. Tapi aku cuba pikul diam diam,cuba satu persatu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sebab aku percaya,satu hari Allah berlaku adil. Dan Allah akan beri aku hikmah atas segalanya. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spent the whole weekend with 3 people that I heart to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kakcik,apek and Ain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And thanks to them, although it was a hard day with everything that's been going on, I managed to carve a smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apek :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Namie,aku belikan kau something ni. Choki choki. Hadiah kau. Best tak ? Hehe " *muka perli*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Thanks gila apek. Hati aku terus adbcskcjhsdfgt tgk choki choki ya know. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Namie,untuk birthday kau ni je yang aku mampu. Aku tgh tak ada duit. Choki choki dengan patung kat dalam kereta aku ni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Hehe. Yay thanks. Kau dgn kakcik selalu sanggup datang sini je dah cukup :')  Tapi aku nak satu je hadiah untuk birthday aku boleh ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Apa ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Hati baru boleh ? Nak start fresh (': "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes,kan bagus. Kalau hadiah boleh dapat hati baru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tapi tak apa,sebab takboleh,dan hati aku dah pun usang untuk diganti. Degupannya pun dah lemah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku harus jaga apa yang tinggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku dah 20. Aku kena berusaha lebih untuk masa depan aku. Aku harus lebih berani untuk take risks. Aku harus cuba untuk jadi lebih tabah,more than before. Aku boleh. Dan yang penting,aku harus cuba. Untuk lepaskan benda benda pahit yang menghantui aku sejak 9 bulan yang lepas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku dah 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku masih lagi berdiri. Walau apa pun yang telah terjadi meskipun aku lemah. Ni mesti janji janji Allah terhadap aku. Kalau aku boleh,korang semua mesti lagi kuat &amp;amp; tabah dari aku tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-5365017383394054974?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5365017383394054974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5365017383394054974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-strike-of-12-at-14th-october-2011-i.html' title='At the strike of 12, on 14th October 2011. I turned 20.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8291660019926211678</id><published>2011-10-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:00:03.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Make this go on forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been through so many problems, so many fakes, there were nights i'd cry myself to sleep and days I just wanted to die. But those times, they're what keep me going on. I realized that if i've made it through the hardest, i'll make it through the rest. It might be difficult, i know it is. I may feel like no one understands me at times. I may feel quite lonely and sad. But if I keep telling myself that nothing can break me, i'll make it. I'll fucking make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One day. You're just going to have to accept the fact that life is never going to be easy. That you have to work for everything that you want. Nothings going to magically appear at your door step. It's hard out there. Finding people to trust. Making mistakes. Living with regrets. No one said living was going to be easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But, if you found the right path it will be worth it.&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/1503816290836238493-8291660019926211678?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8291660019926211678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8291660019926211678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/make-this-go-on-forever.html' title='Make this go on forever.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-3642243234706999252</id><published>2011-10-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:00:14.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I'll shine like the moon, through out the whole night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o50R0neRT-s/Sz9ca6t6FTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DuVDyLMxYrU/s400/nasa_lunar_eclipse_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God gave us so many beautiful things in life for us to feel, touch, and see. If, and only if i've given a chance to find the similarities between what I am with God's nature, I will definitely choose the moon. Without any doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may not shine so bright during the hot days before night. I may not give sunshine and perfect happiness for the people who love bright and sunny days. But one thing for sure, at night, when you're all alone. I'm the one that will be there up on the sky,waiting for you to open your window and talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People always thought that there's nothing happy when it comes to a cold night, with a moon on your head. The truth is, it shines. It shines so bright through out the dark grey sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm like the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may not see me in the sunny, bright day moments when you're out with your friends or someone you love. But at night, when you're drowning yourself to sleep, trying to calm the heart that ache you so bad, I'm always there. Maybe I don't prefer to shine as bright as the sun, having all the fun days enjoying what's left. But one thing for sure, I'd rather be one of the person that you need when you're down, rather than always be the person to have fun with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When people need you because they need a shoulder to cry on and express anything, it feels different. The feeling of being trusted. That one particular feeling that tingles in your heart, " I have your trust. " That's bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila malam, engkau terpinga pinga. Aku masih ada. Aku tetap akan ada untuk orang yang menghargai kehadiran aku. Aku lebih rela dijadikan tempat meluahkan kesedihan,bukan hanya kegembiraan semata mata. Mungkin, itu tujuannya Allah cipta aku di muka bumi ini. Untuk menjadi tempat orang meluahkan, untuk orang menangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Tapi,andaikata dulunya aku menjadi tempat yang dapat mengubah engkau dari kesedihan kemudiannya dapat membangunkan diri engkau tetapi engkau pilih untuk meninggalkan aku di belakang. Aku memang tak mampu ubah apa apa. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanya satu,redha. Biarpun terasa, biarpun retak. Aku terpaksa redha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku memang takboleh mengharapkan apa apa in return. Itu mungkin, bukan kerugian bagi diri aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it's past midnight, and I can't put myself to sleep. I open up my window widely. While my headphones in my ears, and my pillow right where my heart beats. I kept looking at the moon, and realize that I may have been hurt, I may have been drowned and I'm always trying my very best to let go and forget everything. But then again, dunia ni kecil. Kau pusing sana sini, semuanya berkait. Dan bila aku tengok bulan, aku tahu. Sesiapa pun, semua manusia. Memandang bulan yang sama. Usahkan kau di Johor, engkau di Kelantan, engkau di Negeri Sembilan. Semuanya sama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm the moon, there's the stars. The stars that resembles the people that surrounds me through thick and thin. Kadang kadang, bintang banyak. Kadang kadang, bintang sedikit. Itulah umpama manusia yang keluar dan masuk di dalam hidup aku. Tapi, masih ada yang tinggal. Dan setiap yang hilang itu, usah dipertikaikan macam mana sedihnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walau pun hilang, aku tetap jadi bulan. Yang ada untuk orang yang perlukan aku. Aku takkan hilang. Aku takkan lepaskan. Walaupun aku ada mood-swing yang mengubah dari semasa ke semasa, bila orang perlukan aku, I will be there, and shine brightly to accompany you when you needed me the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi aku kurang pasti, bila mereka perlukan aku. Aku perlukan siapa ? Ah. Sudah. Lantakkan pasal tu. Biar orang retakkan aku, jatuhkan aku. Aku masih kumpul lagi sisa sisa jiwa aku yang makin hari makin ranap ni, hanya untuk orang yang hargai aku dan memerlukan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrhpk5bgt81qervbxo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I love someone, I would never want to be the sun that shines you through out the day. I'll be your moon. When it's bright and sunny in the morning and evening, I'm still there eventhough the sun's brightness covers up my existence. And when the night comes, and there's no sun to light up your life, I'm still there. It proves, 24/7 I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TQ_DPm8dmlo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1503816290836238493-3642243234706999252?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3642243234706999252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3642243234706999252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-shine-like-moon-through-out-whole.html' title='I&apos;ll shine like the moon, through out the whole night.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o50R0neRT-s/Sz9ca6t6FTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DuVDyLMxYrU/s72-c/nasa_lunar_eclipse_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2872736303707954842</id><published>2011-10-03T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:00:06.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>One day, everything will crawl back up to you and show you how much it hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One thing that people find it hard to admit, but in the end of the day most of it was true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrc9dqxmAd1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Waiting, waiting for god to be fair. For god to pay all the mistakes and hurt you faced to that one particular person that gave you so much to feel hurt and betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Admit it. We're not perfect. We don't live with good attitudes all the way. There's always some bad things stuck in ourselves. We're full of flaws. And hakikatnya, kita tahu manusia memang punya hati yang bukan baik sepenuhnya. Kadang kadang, rasa macam tak adil bukan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sebab sebenarnya tak ada niat untuk jahat, untuk biar dia rasa macam mana sakitnya dia buat kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi, kadang kadang sebab kita dipenuhi rasa sedih, rasa ranap. Rasa makan diri sendiri. Bukan takboleh overcome, tapi there will be a time that kau akan bangkit dan kata : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Kau akan menyesal buat aku macam ni, kau tengok esok lusa kau jatuh macam mana. Kau tengok. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sounds evil, pure medieval. I know. I used to think of it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But then I grew up, and I've learned to listen more than I speak. It means, I can't judge till I hear the truth from two different sides. Then it considered equal. Siapa yang betul, siapa yang salah itu belakang cerita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yang penting, kau takboleh salahkan orang tu kalau cakap macamtu. Sebab,hakikatnya siapa yang tak rasa sakit kena disia-siakan, ditipu, dimain mainkan woi ?! Kau cakap lah dengan aku. Kalau ada satu manusia yang rela diri dia dibuat sesuka hati macam tu, satu dunia ni kelam dengan anasir anasir bedebah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scratch that. Scratch all the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;**Starting new. With attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's actually sounds like this. I know it's wrong. To say that I'm waiting for god to be fair and teach the people who hurt me a lesson. Maybe to show them how 'what goes around comes around' or even, to show them you shall not hurt the people who would risk anything just to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But people won't learn. They won't learn till they fall on their knees when god gave them a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Memang rasa jahat kan. Tapi, derita hati kita siapa yang tahu. Kau luah pada 1000 orang pun tak semua orang akan faham sefaham fahamnya. Yang faham kau sebenarnya, yang cipta engkau. Kau tak perlu kata pun. Kau fikir, kau terlintas sahaja dah terpanah dalam fikirannya. Yang jiwa kau hampir mati dimamah manusia tak berhati perut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aku tak nafikan. Yang Allah tu adil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mungkin dia bagi aku pengajaran untuk tidak lagi percayakan hamba hambanya sepenuh hati. Dia juga berjanji, yang setiap kebaikan yang aku telah beri pada orang ada hikmahnya satu hari nanti. Dan siapa yang menjatuhkan aku pasti akan ada balasannya. Itu janji tuhan pada semua hamba hambanya, yang ingat akannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuma kadang kadang, admit it. Memang kita rasa bila seseorang yang buat kita jatuh, bila tiba masa dia jatuh kita rasa satu je =====&amp;gt; Padan muka kau siapa suruh kau buat aku dulu, rasakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aku tahu, tu salah. Dulu boleh lah aku nak kata macamtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi sekarang, bila aku dah dewasa. Aku dah malas nak kata macamtu. Aku just diam, dan harapkan satu sahaja. Tolonglah belajar dari pembalasan Allah tu. Tolonglah. Jangan buat orang macam mana engkau buat aku. Sebab, aku tak rela orang disampah celakakan macam mana engkau buat aku. Sakit engkau tahu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tapi, aku masih akan kotakan janji aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yang aku takkan berpaling arah ke belakang lagi untuk kata aku akan give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Walaupun jiwa aku dah mati dibelenggu bermacam macam masalah dari semua sudut. Aku tetap akan berjuang untuk diri aku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aku harap, bila Allah sedang mengajar engkau erti sakit engkau redha dengan setiap ketentuannya. Yang aku yakin hanya satu, dia takkan beri kau sakit itu, kalau kau tak beri pada orang lain. Kadang kadang, aku tak minta Allah beri yang berat berat untuk engkau. Tapi, he knows best. He knows what's best for you to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I hope, you'll learn. And you'll know how much it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-2872736303707954842?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2872736303707954842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2872736303707954842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-day-everything-will-crawl-back-up.html' title='One day, everything will crawl back up to you and show you how much it hurts.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4704912425042112735</id><published>2011-10-02T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:54:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear October, please be good and bless each and everyone of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsei72s0vk1qbjt25o1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The start of a new month, October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's so much going on September. I'm not that proud to say that 2011 has been rough. But still, i'm trying my very best to go trough thick and thin, all over it once again. Because I know Allah has something better for me in the future, insyaallah. Keeping my faith so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;More updates coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YWt4wmZ_EMI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" You and I, know what it's like to be kicked down force to fight. But tonight, we're alright. So hold up your light let it shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4704912425042112735?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4704912425042112735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4704912425042112735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-october-please-be-good-and-bless.html' title='Dear October, please be good and bless each and everyone of us.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YWt4wmZ_EMI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2776913362278058276</id><published>2011-09-27T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:53:34.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>imymps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lql1wwywHS1qcxieko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I'M.S.P.I.A.H.U.T.F.A.H.M.A.G.M.Y.S.Aiyemwaimps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know why,but I have that one frustrating moment when I was browsing thru my blackberry gallery and in the screenmunched folder there was this, screenmunched from facebook months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm sorry panda. I always hurt you. Thank you for always helping me, and giving me your support. Aiyemwaimaps. = Imymps = I miss you, my panda sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know what ? One of the things that made me remember you all over again is when we're in a fight. But, I never did hate you each and everytime we argue. Because arguing with you, is one of the things I miss the most. It's true they say, sometimes you accept a person's apology simply because you still want them in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But that's about what I used to want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eventhough there's still some of it that lingers in my soul, I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-2776913362278058276?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2776913362278058276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2776913362278058276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/imymps.html' title='imymps.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-6452436269798540484</id><published>2011-09-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:41:01.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Talk less, lend your ears more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“The first duty of love is to listen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpjq40DuCO1qau275o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes it seems as if everyone wants to be heard, but nobody wants to listen. Harness all of the mental power you have, take a deep breath, and lend someone your ears. Whether in love, in family, or in friendship, the best conversation sometimes is the one where you do all of the listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s a difficult task, but sometimes instead of hearing what people say, listen to them. Along side this, pay attention to their voice, their mannerisms, and their tone; take in the full effect of their message. You can find out a lot about someone by just listening to their story or hearing their perception of the situation. Not only will you get further with them, but you may also see things in a new light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don’t be so quick to speak when you can sit back and listen, the results may surprise you. Most importantly, if you love someone or care about them enough, sometimes the best thing you can be is a quiet soul with two great listening ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/26PAgklYYvo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1503816290836238493-6452436269798540484?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6452436269798540484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6452436269798540484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/talk-less-lend-your-ears-more.html' title='Talk less, lend your ears more.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/26PAgklYYvo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7287063277842559844</id><published>2011-09-24T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:15:59.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama love relationship'/><title type='text'>A letter to my future husband. #believeitornot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear future husband, ( if I may have one in the future )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First things first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that I may be hard to handle. But just so you know, one day you'll know it's all worth it. We both know it :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrzzbo3wrE1qga3blo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just so you know, I am not a perfect human being. A perfect woman with a perfect body and a perfect 'perempuan-melayu-terakhir' attitude that lies within me. But I can assure you, I'll always try to be at my best among the very best you've ever had in your past relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You'll be the first I'll wish goodmorning to, and the last one to wish you goodnight. Can I call you nicknames ? I love calling people nicknames, and for sure living with me you will be named like a dozen different nicknames. But not the type of offended type of nicknames, for sure it will be the sweet ones. Those nicknames that when I scream it out loud, I can feel all the warmth of love lingering through my soul. That's why you're my soulmate in the future. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I may be the most weirdest person you'll ever meet. Trust me. There are times when you can't even imagine how weird I can be. But I hope you'll see, that all those weirdness you saw with your own eyes is only when I'm with you. It means, I'm comfortable with you and I can act all crazy and childish when I'm with you. The reason sometimes I can be an immature spoil brat and being so effing childish is because I feel comfortable, and with you I feel safe to act dumb and stupid and like a baby. Because to me, you'll accept the best and worst in me, am I right ? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In order to keep a strong marriage, I hope you'll be a real man that knows all his duty being a man. But first things first, I hope you'll be the man that look upon Allah in happiness and sadness. And you'll be the leader of our family, supporting and teaching your wife and kids about Islam. Guide me to a better life as a leader in the family. Be a man. Don't give up when life strucks you down. When you're down and jobless. I'll be there to hug you tight and work things out together Insyaallah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we may fight in the future, it doesn't mean if we fight a lot or less. I hope you won't be the one to leave me behind. As much as I will try my best to tolerate and stay with you, I hope you'll do the same. Because just so you know, I am tired of trying to vanish people out of my life. And when you became the best part of me in the future, I know you'll be on my mind every second. Waiting for you to come back home, fooling around with me, spending time going here and there. All of it, together. So if there are times we argued about anything, I hope you'll be willing to forgive me. Maybe using the phrase 'all human being are not perfect' won't be suitable enough, but I just want to remind you that, I'm full of flaws but I'm always trying to be the best, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you know how to cook and clean. Okay scratch that. I'm just joking :) I hope you know how to play the guitar. Because i would love it to hear you strum the guitar each and every night, and when you sing of course it's a bonus for me :') But even if you didnt know, there are no worries. Because when I say I accept you the way you are, I do. No doubt about that. You must love hugs, because I do. Through out your life with me, you'll be filled with hugs and kisses and..okay lemme just stop right there *grin*. But what I intend to say was, i'll always try to show you how much I love you and appreciate your existence in my life. Truly,madly,deeply full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you'll be the one I can be a total me with. I hope you can tolerate my stupidness and my childishness. Because you ought to know that I may seem not as soft hearted as others, but trust me, when you know more about me day after day, I own the heart that you can't even imagine how soft it is when it comes to the one I love. And you'd be perfect to know all that :') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my future husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even if I don't expect much from you, but I'm always praying that you'll be a sincere and loyal man towards me. I hope, i'll be the only girl that you'll love when we both agreed to live together as a soulmate. Even if I may not show you most of the time, you should know that there are times I am full of jealousy. But I always try to control what I feel. Because I know that even if you're the happiness within me, you're the happiness to other people too. But please don't take that as an advantage to play tricks on me, and cheat on me. Just, please. Because I love you dearly, and sincerely. You, only you :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just so you know, there's one thing that I hope as a future husband you'll agree. The moment when I said yes in getting to the next stage with you, promise me that you will accept me the way I am through thick and thin. Promise me you'll accept me even if I may have changed, or even if I may have done any wrongdoings towards you and beg you for forgiveness. Promise me you'll take care of me when I'm sick. And promise me, you'll be the one I grow old with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphe2v8nHc1qk391io1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't know when I'll be able to find you. But when I do, I hope it'll be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe not now, maybe not in the nearest future. Maybe, one day. Insyaallah. But if, and only if you're the one that's been sticking around me all this while, I'll be thankful enough :') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm denying the fact that I'm waiting for you in the future, but in my heart, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May all your days is full of laughter and joy. Even if it's not full of it, in the future i'll try to mend anything that's been broken. Or maybe, I'll just try to heal you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nabila Shakirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7Em4fUOrZo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1503816290836238493-7287063277842559844?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7287063277842559844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7287063277842559844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-to-my-future-husband_24.html' title='A letter to my future husband. #believeitornot'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q7Em4fUOrZo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2620596528037446084</id><published>2011-09-23T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:45:09.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I went to sleep thinking about you, and I woke up just the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm101rzy9q1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you’re going through a breakup, you might be feeling like the pain and rejection might never go away. It’s hard to get over someone you love, but did you know that your brain is really reacting to the same chemical response that a cocaine addict feels during a withdrawal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So the next time someone tells you to get over your heartbreak or to move on quicker, let them know that your head and your heart are merely reacting to the loss appropriately. But make sure you take time to take care of yourself and move on from your breakup in the healthiest way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We’ve all been there, but you’ll get through your heartbreak too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VT1-sitWRtY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1503816290836238493-2620596528037446084?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2620596528037446084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2620596528037446084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-went-to-sleep-thinking-about-you-and.html' title='I went to sleep thinking about you, and I woke up just the same.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VT1-sitWRtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2684902165767858287</id><published>2011-09-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:00:00.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>My definition when it comes to love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm5lxcplXI1qbsbszo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love is so hard to define sometimes because it means so many different things to everyone. The type of love you feel for your mom is definitely different than the love you have for your significant other and so on and so on. There’s also a huge difference between a new love that comes with a pounding heart and sweaty palms and a longer love that is comfortable and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So how do you define love? For me it’s a combination of things. It means being selfless and putting the other person before my own needs. It means wanting to make them happy, not because of personal gain but because seeing them smile is the ultimate goal. Love means that just being in their presence makes my day better, that quiet moments speak volumes of love and understanding. It means that I try to look from their perspective, no matter how much I might disagree with them. It means being kind and compassionate. It means loving them because I don’t know how else to live my life without doing so. It's about tolerating, loving, sacrifices, and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Love is subjective. " - Poii.&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/1503816290836238493-2684902165767858287?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2684902165767858287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2684902165767858287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-definition-when-it-comes-to-love.html' title='My definition when it comes to love,'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7527048148805080743</id><published>2011-09-21T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:00:00.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life is full of obstacles and hardships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If living life is like a bed of roses, it wouldnt lead you to anywhere. As if you live for nothing. Nothing to risk for, nothing to learn, nothing to enjoy, and nothing to appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That's what life is meant to be. To learn, to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To be stronger day by day facing everything that Allah has for you. It wont be easy, but at least you have to believe it will all be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kau harungi, harungi segala liku liku kehidupan. Cuba yang terbaik. Gagal dan musnah itu belakang cerita. Yang penting, engkau buat yang terbaik, dan doa kepada Allah untuk beri yang terbaik untuk engkau. Setiap kesusahan dan musibah itu kemungkinan besar ada hikmahnya satu hari nanti, itu janji tuhan untuk kita semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know, I know it's been hard. It's been rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if I may crap about how hurt I've been through, it doesn't mean I've stopped trying. I'm always trying, even if it kills me. I'm still trying. I always taught people to not give up in everything that they're doing. And now, it's time to look in the mirror and remind myself who I was back then. When I can smile like there's no tomorrow, and laugh about anything. Because, deep inside I was too happy to think of all the troubles I've been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yes, it hurts but I have to try right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aku tak mampu menunjukkan derita aku pada orang yang kisahkan aku. Sebab mereka datang pada aku bila mereka susah. Dan aku tak sanggup bagi mereka tengok derita aku, tangisan aku. Nanti semangat mereka jatuh. Cukuplah aku disampah celakakan, takkan aku bagi orang yang aku sayang disentuh dan diranap macam aku. Tak akan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I've been living with one disappointment after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When my life is tumbling down, so does my studies - tak pernah pernah rasa seteruk ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Melayang hasrat biasiswa aku :') Mungkin aku terlalu risaukan hal dunia aku, hingga aku alpa tentang apa yang patut aku pedulikan. Enough, is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So lift your chin up, and try to smile. Hide the pain, I'll be fine :')&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/1503816290836238493-7527048148805080743?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7527048148805080743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7527048148805080743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-can-find-path-with-no-obstacles.html' title='If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn&apos;t lead anywhere.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2369679563748838955</id><published>2011-09-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:21:00.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>The power of the relationship lies with whoever cares less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The power of the relationship lies with whoever cares less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_louh8lyRxj1qgujfno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because it takes two people to make a relationship work or to take it to the next level, so if one person doesn't feel they are totally in to it, then the relationship stays stagnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Take it this way, try having a relationship when you're always trying your hardest to please the one you love, but he/she seems to be the one that cares less. Ignoring the fact that he/she should care &amp;amp; appreciate you more, because that's the main thing you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Relationship consists of two people that's able to work together. It's not just another game that you can play tricks on. You have to work it out, both of you. Not either one. What I can say about the power of relationship lies with whoever cares less is, it's true though..between the two of you whoever cares less holds the power of the relationship. Because one won't stop giving, and the other side didn't try as hard as what you're willing to do. As if you're dying to keep the relationship stay strong, but he/she doesn't even care at all. And when you're trying your best, you're afraid that one day, when he/she doesn't care at all, they leave. Yes, they leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's always like that. We're trying to maintain the relationship instead of letting it drown when it's on the rocks anyway. But, it doesn't mean it would make people stay and care more about us. If they intend to leave, they leave. And of course, they hold the power of the relationship. Because we're dying to keep the relationship strong and safe, but their unconditional thoughts can magically turns love, into hate of leaving you behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqll8lLnw71qc7qsro1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's normally like, one will always being the so-called-relationship-keeper, trying to forgive and forget all the pain and heartache they might go through being in the relationship. The one whose always honest, honor commitments, act out of love and behave with compassion. Those people have integrity and no one can diminish them in a relationship. Both sides and parties should bring these qualities into a relationship. At least, both of you can try having a stable relationship instead of always fighting, and tolerating each shit you don't really deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One thing for sure, sometimes the one who cares the most have to protect themselves too when the one they love can't even protect them from being hurt. And even worse, the thing that hurt them the most is you yourself. One day, when they opened up their eyes and realize they deserve better you'll start to regret every moment that you didn't put much effort on being the one that cares the same, and giving the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Grow up, care more. Caring for people who loves you for you doesn't kill you. Or even more, it won't even cost you a dime. Because caring truly doesn't even involve money all the way, it's all about the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FlsBObg-1BQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1503816290836238493-2369679563748838955?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2369679563748838955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2369679563748838955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/power-of-relationship-lies-with-whoever.html' title='The power of the relationship lies with whoever cares less.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FlsBObg-1BQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7882895301769977313</id><published>2011-09-15T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:10:28.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>777th Post, The letter to my own heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxu1txGFt1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk harta terpenting dalam hidup aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sayang,awak dah lama sangat memberontak kesedihan sayang. Setiap malam, bila orang nak tidurkan awak, mesti terdengar bunyi jeritan derita, menangis teresak esak. Bila tengokkan balik, rupanya awak yang tak henti henti memberontak meronta ronta kesedihan. Nak tidurkan awak setiap malam sekarang tak senang macam dulu. Awak dah pandai degil. Awak dah pandai tak dengar kata. Kenapa sayang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sayang, bila nak pulih ? Bila kita nak macam dulu ? :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Bila kita nak macam dulu, saat kau dan aku saling mempercayai dalam membuat keputusan dalam dunia ini. Kenapa engkau berubah ? Aku tahu, kau dah dewasa dan macam macam penderitaan yang telah engkau lalui menjalani liku liku hidup engkau, tapi aku tak pernah expect engkau berubah sampai macam ni. Kau tahu, ramai orang yang ambil berat perihal diri engkau, menolong engkau bangkit. Jadi sayang,tolonglah jgn berputus asa. Aku kan ada, aku selalu suruh engkau sabar. Hanya engkau yang masih rasa susah untuk lepaskan apa yang telah engkau hilang. Kehilangan itu, bukan salah engkau sayang. Kau memang takboleh paksa orang untuk tinggal bersama engkau sepanjang engkau berfungsi, semua orang boleh membuat keputusan. Jadi, bila engkau mahu buat keputusan untuk meninggalkan semua itu syg ? Aku perlukan kau sangat sangat dalam hidup aku,tolonglah kembali ke pangkuan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Kesayanganku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Kau tahu, sejak engkau tidak tentu arah, aku hilang keyakinan. Aku selalu rasa hendak buat sesuatu,tapi minat tu dah terbang melayang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sejak engkau retak, engkau mula ranap, aku rasa kurang senyum, kurang senyum dengan ikhlas. Kau tahu aku rindu senyuman aku yang ikhlas tu, yang buat aku gelak dan buat aku rasa..hidup. Kau umpama sayap bagi diri aku, kalau engkau tak ada..siapalah aku. Tak bernyawa aku. Rebah aku dengan segala musibah yang aku tempuhi. Dan sudah tentu, kalau engkau tak ada macam mana aku hendak sayang orang orang yang menyayangi aku ? Kau tahu kan, aku penyayang. Aku tak mampu lihat orang yang sayang aku terbiar begitu sahaja. Dari dulu kan, aku selalu pentingkan orang orang yang sayang aku. Jadi, kembalilah ke pangkuan aku. Aku rindu engkau yang tabah dan penyayang itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sunshine ku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sampai bila engkau masih lagi nak macam ni. Sampai bila kau nak telan semua penderitaan ni dan muntahkan segala tangisan yang ada dalam engkau. Kau tahu, dulu masa aku muda muda aku sekolah engkau riang sangat dengan aku. Engkau jarang nak ambil peduli, ambil serious, kecil hati. Sekarang, bila engkau dah meningkat dewasa, mudah betul engkau terganggu kan. Betullah bak kata orang, manusia berubah. Walaupun aku pujuk diri aku untuk tak berubah, aku dah perasan yang aku berubah dan engkau pun turut berubah. Mungkin sebab satu, kita dah sedar kita ni manusia biasa yang berperasaan. Sebab tu bila orang buat kita, kita rasa ranap kan :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Aku tak sabar sabar mahu engkau pulih. Pulih lah. Datang balik dekat Na. Na rindu hati na sendiri. Yes, ini surat untuk hati aku sendiri. Sebab aku rindukan hati aku yang dulu. Yang kuat, yang tabah, yang mampu buat apa sahaja untuk move forward. Na rindu sangat awak yang boleh gelak dan redakan diri sendiri. Balik lah dekat Na, Na nak hati Na balik. Na tak mampu nak teruskan kalau awak tak baik baik. Na tahu, makin hari awak makin lemah. Ubat tu mungkin tak buat awak rasa apa sangat bezanya. Tapi, awak cubalah pulih. Bantulah Na. Awak je yang mampu buat Na bernafas lagi. Kalau awak tak ada, Na nak bernafas macam mana. Tak ada orang yang nak dermakan hati dia kat Na. Mereka pun sayang hak mereka :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Hatiku,Sudah sudahlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Bangkit lah sygku. Meskipun sakit. Aku tahu engkau lah yang paling tabah. Dah macam macam kita lalui bersama. Jadi untuk apa engkau berhenti setakat ini. Teruskan, jangan berhenti. Teruskan walaupun engkau makin hari makin lemah. Sakit tu, abaikan. Kau masih ada lagi masa tahu. Jadi, gunakan sewajarnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Kau tahu,aku ada satu phrase yang istimewa untuk engkau. Dulu,aku pernah lontarkan pada orang yang aku nak bantu meneruskan hidup. Bila dia dah teruskan hidup,aku yang terkapai kapai. Jadi, ini untuk engkau. Pulihlah,aku tunggu kepulanganmu dalam diri aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;" words are easier to beg you to move on life though life is as hard as the rock,you just have to move on and live life as if there's no tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Live, live on forever, my one and only heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-7882895301769977313?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7882895301769977313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7882895301769977313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/09/777th-post-letter-to-my-own-heart.html' title='777th Post, The letter to my own heart.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-298935285950402652</id><published>2011-08-26T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:40:15.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Words and hearts should be handled with care. For words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Words and hearts should be handled with care. for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lot9997qyR1qdzjpqo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Words &amp;amp; promises can change things. Especially when it involves people's feelings, the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some people kept their words, from the first up till the last. Whereas some people don't, and some people thought they kept their words, but they didn't even realize they threw it out of their life as if no promises were made. Selalunya, percakapan kita mesti ada kaitan dengan perasaan manusia. Boleh buat manusia gembira, boleh buat manusia gelak ketawa, boleh buat manusia geram, boleh buat manusia sedih, dan boleh juga membuat manusia meronta ronta kesedihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Selalunya, kata kata yang baik jarang manusia nak ingat. Tapi, bila dikutuk, dihina dan dicaci maki itulah selalu manusia boleh ingat sampai mati. But oh wait, there's still some words that human beings can remember too, those words that can make them happy or even bring them to tears too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;From a special person, who gave you so much to remember perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Perasan tak, bila kita sayang orang. Mostly even the tiniest words pun kita masih boleh ingat. Lagi lagi, perempuan. I'm not trying to judge that most men can't even recall the first words that they spoke to the one they love. Tapi adat mungkin, perempuan memang ingatannya kuat. MUNGKIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sebab aku, ingatan aku kuat. Sampai kadang kadang, aku rasa kan bagus kalau ingatan aku ni boleh aku buang yang sebelumnya. Dan hanya simpan benda benda yang baru. Yang boleh buat aku senyum dengan ikhlas, tanpa sorokkan rasa sedih disebalik senyuman aku yang 89% tu dibuat buat. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Awkward right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When your mind yang susah nak ingat benda benda lain, tapi certain things benda yang tak patut diingat, boleh ingat dengan mudah. Macam benda yang paling tak rumit dalam dunia. Padahal, benda yang berjela jela panjangnya macam one bloody novel. But still, you're capable of remembering those words, those promises and those sweet words that made you fall into the sea of -----&amp;gt; so called happiness, even if it's just for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kata dan hati. Benda yang paling sukar untuk diperbaiki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kau boleh undur kebelakang untuk tarik balik kata kata kau ? Takboleh. Sekali kau dah terlepas, it's out forever. Words that may have hurt someone, words that may have shattered someone into pieces. You can never take them back. Walaupun orang tu maafkan kau dan kata dia lupakan. At the back of their mind, kau takkan pernah tahu kalau dia simpan deep down inside their heart and remember it sampai dia mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hati. Hati yang kau dah gembirakan dan hati yang kau dah cacat celakan, ranapkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When you broke people's heart, you just can't say you're sorry. It will never be enough. Sorry doesn't fix things up. Sorry doesn't make the tears you caused flew away. And sorry rarely changes the hurt that you gave someone. Memang, memang orang kata maafkan. Tapi, hati sendiri. Mulut boleh kata, hati ? Memang susah kan. Jangan ego sangat untuk kata macamtu. Hakikatnya, memang sampai mati kau akan ingat lagi lagi hati kau yang diperlakukan umpama kau tak ada perasaan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Words and hearts should be handled with care, for words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm79r8hVhR1qdeua5o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Keep your words. Don't break hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Siapa kata nak jaga hati orang tu senang ? Memang susah. Sebab kita tak boleh sentiasa puaskan hati orang. Tapi, kalau orang tu dah beri yang terbaik untuk engkau, kau jangan sia-siakan. Satu hari, bila kau menyesal kau nangis macam mana pun, tak tentu dia akan ada lagi di sisi engkau untuk kata " Be strong, I'm always here for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"  &gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-298935285950402652?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/298935285950402652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/298935285950402652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-and-hearts-should-be-handled-with.html' title='Words and hearts should be handled with care. For words when spoken and hearts when broken are the hardest things to repair.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5938039657150478300</id><published>2011-08-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:00:03.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Being replaced.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;#nowplaying Jar of hearts – Christina Perri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llv60hU38J1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what’s one of the worst feeling in the world ? Being replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That one particular space in someone’s life that you used to fill with all the love and laughter that you tend to try giving your very best, was replaced by someone else. Someone that maybe you knew, or maybe just another someone in this big world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You tend to talk to yourself, trying to calm yourself down in some sort of way. Maybe, “ It’s okay, as long as he’s happy / she’s happy, I’ll be happy.” That’s what you’re trying to tell yourself. But the crucial fact was you can feel your heart was ripped apart, more hurt than before. Realizing that place, that one particular place that you used to be so comfortable being in with so much happiness and love, was taken away. And yes, some part of you can automatically hate the person who took it away from you. Maybe a little, maybe temporarily, or maybe just, as much as you know it hits you most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, you’re always trying to remain ‘being happy’. Maybe you don’t really smile a lot like before, and you fake smiles a lot. What can you expect, you’re going thru a hard time. Nobody has the power to judge, because it’s not them who face the hardships of being left, or being cheated all those while, or even being left without a reasonable explanation. Some people can say, ‘ it’s okay, I’ve been there, I know how it felt.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth is, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You won’t know. Because everyone own different type of emotions. And not everybody was treated the same way you did. Maybe some way of it, but not the exact same way. How much it bleeds, or how much it hurts, only you. You’re the only one who knows how bad your heart was bleeding, you’re the only one who can control it from aching badly, but at that moment, you just….cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment when you think you’re getting better. And suddenly you knew that you’re being replaced. You can feel how suddenly the whole world starts to break down into tiny pieces in your brain. And suddenly, all those thoughts came into your mind. The thoughts of what ‘used’ to be. The thoughts of, all the happy moments. The moment when you can talk up till it was 4 am, the moment when you cried, the moment when your hand was squeezed, the moment when you have that person. That one person, that..replaced you with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, all those nonsense came crawling up in your brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is she better ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is she prettier ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does she make you happy like I do ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does she jokes around like I do ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does she make weird funny voices when she’s just trying to be an immature kid when she’s with you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cukup. Jangan persoalkan lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biarkan. Because the truth is, kalau orang nak gantikan kita dengan orang lain dan lupakan segala apa yang kita ada, kita memang takboleh buat apa apa. Tak perlu katakan hati retak,dah lebih dari retak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ranap. Tapi, apa kau kisah ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-5938039657150478300?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5938039657150478300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5938039657150478300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-replaced.html' title='Being replaced.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5841199014260641010</id><published>2011-08-25T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:07:46.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Love revolves,and it kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqg19sZqqi1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Just say what you mean and mean what you say. Don’t expect someone to read your mind, and don’t play games with heads or hearts. Don’t tell half truths and expect trust when the full truth comes out. Half truths are no better than lies. Don’t be cold to someone you care about, indifference hurts more than angry words.&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/1503816290836238493-5841199014260641010?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5841199014260641010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5841199014260641010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-revolvesand-it-kills.html' title='Love revolves,and it kills.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5245126678797781353</id><published>2011-08-18T19:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:01:03.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart, then let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq3ys83OZU1qaa78oo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those messages in your phone that keep you up all night ?&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds, the ones you love reading over and over again because they make you smile so hard, and your stomach all fluttery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there are the ones who make you cry, over analyze, and wonder what went wrong. You can't bring yourself to delete them, or read something else. You just can't break the any type of contact you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, life gives you things that force them to go away, and then you realize, all that was creating a negative ball of emotion inside of you, and it's best to start fresh anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading them all over again,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more to be changed. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe those tears, and tell yourself. It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-5245126678797781353?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5245126678797781353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5245126678797781353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/speak-softly-love-and-hold-me-warm.html' title='Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart, then let me go.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-939210067278987379</id><published>2011-08-11T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:59:22.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Membangkitkan diri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpfzs90dtw1qearl5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Semua orang dalam dunia ni ada masalah yang tersendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tapi ini bukan penghalang untuk kita terus bangkit dari segala kekalahan yang pernah kita hadapi dan cuba untuk memperbaiki diri yang sedia ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;No one said it would be easy. But one thing for sure is, Allah is always with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lagi lagi, orang yang dianiayai, orang yang tidak dihargai, orang yang dipijak tanpa apa apa sebab yang munasabah. Allah is always with us. Allah is always keeping us strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Siapa yang banyak musibah, banyak cabaran tanda nya Allah sayang kan :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sebab he indeed knows best. He always know that we're capable of facing all the hardships he gave us. Siapalah kita untuk sentiasa meminta kesenangan dalam hidup. Cukup,kita dah besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Apa yang kita harus belajar, hanya berdiri teguh dan mengharungi segala susah senang dalam hidup ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku tidak layak untuk meminta beban aku dikurangkan, aku hanya mahu meminta agar kekuatan aku kembali. Kekuatan yang dulu aku selalu ada untuk mengharungi segala cabaran yang aku ada :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;But one thing for sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku akan bangkit. Watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-939210067278987379?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/939210067278987379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/939210067278987379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/membangkitkan-diri.html' title='Membangkitkan diri.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4929591512084085080</id><published>2011-08-11T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:57:42.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama love relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>The Panda &amp; The Lion ; My last letter to my one and only Lion. Goodbye, forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Nabila Shakirah - Aizat Iqbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;11th August 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 245px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp7zzwyDn21qbu209o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I've been battling against myself day after day,wishing that all of these madness will go further away. But still, it haunts me to sleep each and every single day. It's awkward, I can't forget even a single damn thing from day one, up till the very last. You have no idea how hard it is to force myself to not think about you most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be able to hate you instead of letting you stay in my mind all the time. It's like i've been forcing myself to let you out, but your shadows just won't let me go even in my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Kadang kadang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Aku rasa nak aja ungkapkan perkataan menyesal antara kita. The feeling of regret because I let you in. Tapi sampai sekarang, aku masih tak mampu nak ungkapkan rasa tu. Rasa menyesal dari hari pertama sampai hari yang terakhir. Tapi pada engkau sendiri,kau pun tahu apa yang kau dah cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5h7uruob1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;You may think it's not much that I can remember between us. But you're wrong, I'm a girl who tends to remember mostly every single thing,including the small ones about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the day you tried to walk into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the shirt you wore when you first said hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the voice that puts me to sleep, and the voice that wishes me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the warm hands, that is always there to squeeze my hands tight when I'm a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the scent, that one particular scent of yours. That tends to be the same as mine, the unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember how I tolerate every inch of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember when I laugh so hard till I felt like crying when we're doing random stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the day I cried so hard because it was the last night that I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember your promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the nights when i'm always waiting for you to call when you reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the songs you used to sang to me each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the strum of your guitar, another you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the days when we're in a fight. But I just couldnt stand it so I always said i'm sorry just to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember our petnames that only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the first day you've became my lion, and I was your one and only panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the MPS, and the MABS. it was the most precious code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember the aiyemwaimabs and the other shortforms between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I still remember, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Bukan nak kata aku sentiasa nakkan engkau untuk ingat akan aku. Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Sebahagian diri aku, masih lagi terkapai kapai mencuba untuk membuang kau. Tapi, apakan daya. Aku jenis orang yang susah nak buat orang macam benda. Bila dah taknak,buang, campak. I'm always trying to consider about someone else's feelings, instead of mine. That's my weakness, that some people took advantage of. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0n9g9CVT1qzjqrio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Did you remembered, the last day that you held my hands. And promised that even if we're apart, I'm still forever in your heart, and your soul. Up till now, I don't even know if my shadows are still passing by beside you that makes you miss me, whereas I'm dying to set you free from my life. Because each and every time I reminiscent the laughter and tears we had back then, every atom of my body starts to break and shatter into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Because I miss the part when you're here with me, but yet I always remembered the pain that I never saw it coming, but when you're gone I've figured out all the lies I've been dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;And it hurts :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;But the funny part was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Everyone kept wondering why I never wanted to hate you so bad. It's because I can't. Not because I want to, I just can't. Even I myself can't even explain why i can't hate you, or even force myself hating you. It's weird, when I know my daily routine when I'm with you is over, but there are times that I did what I used to do when I'm with you. For instance, sleeping with the handphone on my hands, squeezing them tight. Because back then, I always wanted to answer when you called in the middle of the night eventhough I'm asleep, and I'm tired. Or even, when logging on the facebook account. I barely see the notifications first, I always browse through your wall. But I always forgot, that I shouldnt have did that. But I did. And I blame myself for always forgetting what I should forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;I used to promise you, if one day, either one of us is gone, I will always remember and cherish the days we had together even if it may have been in a short of time, but the depth was deep enough. When it comes to today, I'm still curious whether you still remember all the promises you made. Or it's just a matter of words that people throw around like it's nothing. Because as far as I knew, you're a man of your words. Tapi makin lama, makin aku taktahu siapa yang dulu kata sayang pada aku. Tapi dia hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;*kesat air mata*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Peluk bantal busuk,kesat air mata,tabahkan diri,gosok dada,pegang pipi. Kuatkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Hari ni, birthday awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Saya selalu terfikir birthday awak nak bagi apa. Saya tak mampu nak beri hadiah yang mahal mahal. Yang gah. Apa yang saya tahu, benda benda remeh temeh, yang simple. Tapi, saya tahu, benda tu mungkin boleh bawa kegembiraan dalam diri awak. Sebenarnya, Na nak hadiahkan awak 2 dwarf hamsters. Yanag awak pernah mms dulu cakap awak suka. Seboleh boleh saya nak tunggu bulan August nak bagi awak. Tapi, Na rasa tak ada rezeki untuk Na :') I'm sorry. Sebenarnya dulu, hati ni berkobar kobar nak sambut birthday awak August nanti, birthday Na October nanti. Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;tak ada rezeki. Mungkin sebab, Na tak cukup untuk orang macam awak :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Tapi tak apa, na redha. Na takboleh buat apa apa. Na just,diam kan diri. Dan redha satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Bam, umur awak dah 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Tolonglah, tolong belajar. untuk ibu bapa awak. Tolonglah, ingat pesan pesan Na selama ni, walaupun awak dah tak nak ingat Na. Awak ingat pesan Na, itu dah cukup. Walaupun orang akan kata, pelik Na ni, dah disakiti pun, masih boleh wish all the good things towards the one who hurts you the most. I dont know why, I just did it, towards you. Kelakar, walaupun awak dah banyak berubah antara kita. Tapi Na masih lagi macam dulu :') Na dah tak ada dah Iqbar yang boleh manja dengan Na walaupun kat luar dia garang. Na dah tak ada orang yang boleh layan kepala Na yang sekejap boleh full of insecurities. Na dah tak ada orang yang boleh buat Na pissed off, tapi boleh pujuk Na balik. Na dah tak ada semua tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Sebab tu, Na rindu sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Na rindu, sangat sangat sangat. Tapi Na takboleh buat apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Selain sedarkan diri Na, yang sebenarnya hati Na meronta sebab sakit. Tapi dalam masa yang sama, sakit sebab disakiti dalam ada rasa pernah menyayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Semua tu, complicated. Yang Na seorang je boleh mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Tapi, Na harap segala apa yang Allah beri dalam hidup awak, awak sentiasa terima &amp;amp; redha dengan hati yang terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Andaikata satu hari nanti Na dah berubah, tolong jangan ingatkan Na siapa Na sebelum ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Sebab Na nak tutup semua antara kita. Tutup secara physical. Tapi dalam hati Na, biar hanya Allah yang tahu. Sebab Na tahu, dalam hati Na, berperang nak buang awak. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Tolong, jaga diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Live on, live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;11.08.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;This will be the one and only last entry on panda &amp;amp; the lion. Thankyou for all the people and lovebirds that's been always supporting me through thick and thin. And mostly, for always believing in me that I'm always trying to be the best for some people, mostly for the ones I love. I'm sorry for everything, if I may have said the wrong words, or expressed in a wrong way. I am deeply sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Semoga aku akan kuatkan hati, bangkit dalam dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Sesungguhnya Allah, sentiasa akan kuatkan diri aku kerana aku sentiasa akan mengingatinya dalam susah senang aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Aku masih lagi panda, dan engkau masih lagi Lion. Cuma, yang membawa bezanya, aku panda yang tak boleh memanggil singa aku, di kala aku merinduinya :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember when we used to talk everyday ? Remember when we would stay up late at night talking about the randomest things ? Remember when we used to fall asleep on the phone and argue about who should go to sleep first ? It sucks knowing that we can't do all that anymore. Yeah, we used to talk every day. But now we don't talk at all :') It's okay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168059_1604595754952_1237865770_31422698_5196620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4929591512084085080?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4929591512084085080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4929591512084085080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/panda-lion-my-last-letter-to-my-one-and.html' title='The Panda &amp; The Lion ; My last letter to my one and only Lion. Goodbye, forever.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8700164540230190616</id><published>2011-08-07T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:27:06.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood-ties.'/><title type='text'>You're my everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qZMX6H6YY1M?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are times when you thought your parents are controlling every inch of your life, and you start to hate them even if it's just an inch. But then again, you never know how much they sacrificed their life just to see you have a comfortable life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not like I'm saying that I hate my parents. No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's just sometimes, when we're young and dumb. We never see how our parents go thru all of the hardships and troublesome just to see us happy,but not hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people said that they're parents are such control freaks. But did you know behind all those control freak attitude, your parents are trying to protect you. Because what if they lost you because they never took care of where you wanna go or what you want to do. Your lost could be their biggest regret in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After all, it is said that anak itu anugerah Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau bukan ibu bapa yang kena jaga, siapa lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hargailah ibu bapa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Appreciate them with your whole heart, and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NahS_qrW7Bo?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8700164540230190616?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8700164540230190616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8700164540230190616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-my-everything.html' title='You&apos;re my everything.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qZMX6H6YY1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8313823866338308229</id><published>2011-08-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:00:21.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>You can't stop the tears. Because you're the one who caused them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdc8p7Kr71qzjqrio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together. There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories can be painful. Reminiscing to a time where you were once really happy. Where you felt like you were about to explode from being so full of happiness. You didn’t know that one day you would wish that you didn’t take it for granted. But that’s all they are, just imprints in our brain of what used to be. You can’t change them and, no matter how hard you try, if they really matter that much to you, you can’t forget them. Don’t beat yourself up about it because whats done is done. The only thing you can really do is move on from it. Memories can also be good for you. You now know that its possible to be that happy and maybe one day you can get that happiness back. So just keep making memories that matter so that when its all over you can remember the good times instead of looking back on how sad you were crying over what used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_8ydghbGSg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8313823866338308229?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8313823866338308229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8313823866338308229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-cant-stop-tears-because-youre-one.html' title='You can&apos;t stop the tears. Because you&apos;re the one who caused them.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r_8ydghbGSg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4178582549780801903</id><published>2011-08-05T09:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:52:24.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama love relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>The Panda &amp; The Lion ; My last letter to my one and only Lion. Goodbye, forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Nabila Shakirah - Aizat Iqbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;11th August 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 245px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp7zzwyDn21qbu209o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I've been battling against myself day after day,wishing that all of these madness will go further away. But still, it haunts me to sleep each and every single day. It's awkward, I can't forget even a single damn thing from day one, up till the very last. You have no idea how hard it is to force myself to not think about you most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be able to hate you instead of letting you stay in my mind all the time. It's like i've been forcing myself to let you out, but your shadows just won't let me go even in my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Kadang kadang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aku rasa nak aja ungkapkan perkataan menyesal antara kita. The feeling of regret because I let you in. Tapi sampai sekarang, aku masih tak mampu nak ungkapkan rasa tu. Rasa menyesal dari hari pertama sampai hari yang terakhir. Tapi pada engkau sendiri,kau pun tahu apa yang kau dah cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5h7uruob1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;You may think it's not much that I can remember between us. But you're wrong, I'm a girl who tends to remember mostly every single thing,including the small ones about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the day you tried to walk into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the shirt you wore when you first said hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the voice that puts me to sleep, and the voice that wishes me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the warm hands, that is always there to squeeze my hands tight when I'm a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the scent, that one particular scent of yours. That tends to be the same as mine, the unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember how I tolerate every inch of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember when I laugh so hard till I felt like crying when we're doing random stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the day I cried so hard because it was the last night that I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember your promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the nights when i'm always waiting for you to call when you reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the songs you used to sang to me each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the strum of your guitar, another you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the days when we're in a fight. But I just couldnt stand it so I always said i'm sorry just to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember our petnames that only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the first day you've became my lion, and I was your one and only panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the MPS, and the MABS. it was the most precious code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember the aiyemwaimabs and the other shortforms between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I still remember, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Bukan nak kata aku sentiasa nakkan engkau untuk ingat akan aku. Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sebahagian diri aku, masih lagi terkapai kapai mencuba untuk membuang kau. Tapi, apakan daya. Aku jenis orang yang susah nak buat orang macam benda. Bila dah taknak,buang, campak. I'm always trying to consider about someone else's feelings, instead of mine. That's my weakness, that some people took advantage of. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0n9g9CVT1qzjqrio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Did you remembered, the last day that you held my hands. And promised that even if we're apart, I'm still forever in your heart, and your soul. Up till now, I don't even know if my shadows are still passing by beside you that makes you miss me, whereas I'm dying to set you free from my life. Because each and every time I reminiscent the laughter and tears we had back then, every atom of my body starts to break and shatter into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Because I miss the part when you're here with me, but yet I always remembered the pain that I never saw it coming, but when you're gone I've figured out all the lies I've been dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;And it hurts :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;But the funny part was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Everyone kept wondering why I never wanted to hate you so bad. It's because I can't. Not because I want to, I just can't. Even I myself can't even explain why i can't hate you, or even force myself hating you. It's weird, when I know my daily routine when I'm with you is over, but there are times that I did what I used to do when I'm with you. For instance, sleeping with the handphone on my hands, squeezing them tight. Because back then, I always wanted to answer when you called in the middle of the night eventhough I'm asleep, and I'm tired. Or even, when logging on the facebook account. I barely see the notifications first, I always browse through your wall. But I always forgot, that I shouldnt have did that. But I did. And I blame myself for always forgetting what I should forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;I used to promise you, if one day, either one of us is gone, I will always remember and cherish the days we had together even if it may have been in a short of time, but the depth was deep enough. When it comes to today, I'm still curious whether you still remember all the promises you made. Or it's just a matter of words that people throw around like it's nothing. Because as far as I knew, you're a man of your words. Tapi makin lama, makin aku taktahu siapa yang dulu kata sayang pada aku. Tapi dia hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;*kesat air mata*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peluk bantal busuk,kesat air mata,tabahkan diri,gosok dada,pegang pipi. Kuatkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hari ni, birthday awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Saya selalu terfikir birthday awak nak bagi apa. Saya tak mampu nak beri hadiah yang mahal mahal. Yang gah. Apa yang saya tahu, benda benda remeh temeh, yang simple. Tapi, saya tahu, benda tu mungkin boleh bawa kegembiraan dalam diri awak. Sebenarnya, Na nak hadiahkan awak 2 dwarf hamsters. Yang awak pernah mms dulu cakap awak suka. Seboleh boleh saya nak tunggu bulan August nak bagi awak. Tapi, Na rasa tak ada rezeki untuk Na :') I'm sorry. Sebenarnya dulu, hati ni berkobar kobar nak sambut birthday awak August nanti, birthday Na October nanti. Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;tak ada rezeki. Mungkin sebab, Na tak cukup untuk orang macam awak :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tapi tak apa, na redha. Na takboleh buat apa apa. Na just,diam kan diri. Dan redha satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Bam, umur awak dah 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tolonglah, tolong belajar. untuk ibu bapa awak. Tolonglah, ingat pesan pesan Na selama ni, walaupun awak dah tak nak ingat Na. Awak ingat pesan Na, itu dah cukup. Walaupun orang akan kata, pelik Na ni, dah disakiti pun, masih boleh wish all the good things towards the one who hurts you the most. I dont know why, I just did it, towards you. Kelakar, walaupun awak dah banyak berubah antara kita. Tapi Na masih lagi macam dulu :') Na dah tak ada dah Iqbar yang boleh manja dengan Na walaupun kat luar dia garang. Na dah tak ada orang yang boleh layan kepala Na yang sekejap boleh full of insecurities. Na dah tak ada orang yang boleh buat Na pissed off, tapi boleh pujuk Na balik. Na dah tak ada semua tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sebab tu, Na rindu sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Na rindu, sangat sangat sangat. Tapi Na takboleh buat apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Selain sedarkan diri Na, yang sebenarnya hati Na meronta sebab sakit. Tapi dalam masa yang sama, sakit sebab disakiti dalam ada rasa pernah menyayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Semua tu, complicated. Yang Na seorang je boleh mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tapi, Na harap segala apa yang Allah beri dalam hidup awak, awak sentiasa terima &amp;amp; redha dengan hati yang terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Andaikata satu hari nanti Na dah berubah, tolong jangan ingatkan Na siapa Na sebelum ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sebab Na nak tutup semua antara kita. Tutup secara physical. Tapi dalam hati Na, biar hanya Allah yang tahu. Sebab Na tahu, dalam hati Na, berperang nak buang awak. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tolong, jaga diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Live on, live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;11.08.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;This will be the one and only last entry on panda &amp;amp; the lion. Thankyou for all the people and lovebirds that's been always supporting me through thick and thin. And mostly, for always believing in me that I'm always trying to be the best for some people, mostly for the ones I love. I'm sorry for everything, if I may have said the wrong words, or expressed in a wrong way. I am deeply sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Semoga aku akan kuatkan hati, bangkit dalam dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sesungguhnya Allah, sentiasa akan kuatkan diri aku kerana aku sentiasa akan mengingatinya dalam susah senang aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aku masih lagi panda, dan engkau masih lagi Lion. Cuma, yang membawa bezanya, aku panda yang tak boleh memanggil singa aku, di kala aku merinduinya :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember when we used to talk everyday ? Remember when we would stay up late at night talking about the randomest things ? Remember when we used to fall asleep on the phone and argue about who should go to sleep first ? It sucks knowing that we can't do all that anymore. Yeah, we used to talk every day. But now we don't talk at all :') It's okay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168059_1604595754952_1237865770_31422698_5196620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4178582549780801903?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4178582549780801903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4178582549780801903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/08/panda-lion-my-last-letter-to-my-one-and_05.html' title='The Panda &amp; The Lion ; My last letter to my one and only Lion. Goodbye, forever.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2747889689655883152</id><published>2011-07-27T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:25:24.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood-ties.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namielatif'/><title type='text'>True guardian angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWVxJ1kZGo/TjAUBFICaLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Q-0KbLh6gOM/s1600/_MG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWVxJ1kZGo/TjAUBFICaLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Q-0KbLh6gOM/s400/_MG_2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634025142628804786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama &amp;amp; Abah, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we grow older, we tend to open up to things beyond expectation. Towards love, life. But mostly, our responsibility as a daughter, as a son, as a brother, as a sister, as the only child, or any other family connections. But the most important part is, the role as a child towards your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I may be the youngest from my other 3 siblings. But as far as I know, my parents didn't treat me like a total baby. Maybe just some part of it, but not most of it. For instance, abah always taught me that if you want something, you have to achieve it. That's when you feel like everything you got came from a hard work, your own hard work standing on your own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kadang kadang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kita sebagai anak, memang selalu kita kata kita nak balas jasa ibu bapa kita. Nak diorang hidup aman damai in the future. Kita takkan abaikan dia, dan kita takkan hampakan dia. Hakikatnya, ada manusia yang tewas memegang janji janji mereka. Janji pada ibu bapa sendiri, benda tu yang paling patut kita kotakan. To me, it's not just words. It's not by just saying all those sugar coated phrases can make them feel proud of you. You have to prove it. Even though you're starting from the ground, from nothing. You'll be something. Everybody is something. Tak semestinya kita dari nothing takkan ada purpose untuk hidup ini. Tak perlu banyak. Just three several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keredhaan Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keredhaan Ibu &amp;amp; bapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not saying that I'm a total perfect child to my parents. No, I make mistakes. Some big ones too, and I felt rather guilty as I grew up. There are times I felt like I was a bad daughter to them. As if aku selalu menyusahkan mereka cari duit untuk didik aku, untuk jadikan aku manusia yang berguna. Sampai sekarang. Ajar aku dari buta huruf sampai kenal segala A sampai Z. Dari aku kecik kecik tak tahu apa apa English sampai sekarang aku boleh mahir in English. Dari zaman aku kindergarten sampai lah highschool mama &amp;amp; abah akan masukkan aku sekolah sekolah yang orang British bina dulu, just so I can build a better future. Just so I can be one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sure, there are times when we felt they're annoying or what so ever. That's when you entered ur rebellious stage of life, teenagers. But trust me, as you grow up. You do regret all the bad things that you thought ur parents were. Because as you get older, kau akan buka mata pada semua benda keliling kau, sebagai adult dan bukan kanak kanak yang boleh dimanipulasikan dengan mudah. Kau akan terasa yang pengorbanan ibu bapa kau tak pernah putus. Dari kau kecil, dari zaman engkau membongak, dan sampai kau kahwin dan ada anak. ibu bapa kau tak pernah nak tengok anak dia susah, apatah lagi anak dia sakit disakiti orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's why your parents are the most special people on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's why we have to value them while they're still there. That's why you can't let them down, even though there are times that you've failed. You shall never give up. You shall stand back again, and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parents are the angels sent from god. To love us, to protect us, to scold us, to fix us, to be our guardian that will always be with us until their last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Show them how much you love them, how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prove them, that you'll be a good son/daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prove them, that they taught you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And prove to the others, that your parents are the most greatest guardian angels you can ever wish for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Mama, abah dah bayar tak yuran kita Ma. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Belum lagi la adik, abah tgh betul betul tak ada duit. Dengan bill hospital, dengan ini dengan itu. Kenapa ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Em, kita dah nak exam. Sabtu ni ada pre-registration untuk next sem. Kalau tak bayar takboleh buat,dengan exam sekali. Macam mana mama..lagi dua hari je Mama, mana nak carik 5 ribu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Em nanti mama cakap dengan abah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Abah kata, nanti dia usahakan. Dia akan bayar sebelum sabtu ni. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Macam mana, mana nak dapat duit tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Abah tahulah macam mana. Abah cuma kata, bayarlah. Untuk anak anak nak belajar. Saya tak harap lebih, nak dia bagi saya keputusan cemerlang je. Saya tak mintak lebih. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau nak aku petik setiap line ibu bapa aku selama 20 tahun aku hidup,takkan terungkap banyaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang aku tahu, ibu bapa aku selalu beri yang terbaik untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will always do my best in life. I promise. Thankyou for every single thing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-2747889689655883152?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2747889689655883152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2747889689655883152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/true-guardian-angels.html' title='True guardian angels.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfWVxJ1kZGo/TjAUBFICaLI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Q-0KbLh6gOM/s72-c/_MG_2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-3899212581836882673</id><published>2011-07-26T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:41:39.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear readers, sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have so many things goin thru and I can't seem to find an ease state of my inner self to spill my thoughts here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;upon many requests, I decided to publish a post regarding the one true lion as requested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And it will be posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;on 11th Augutst 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Semoga hati yang kebal ini dapat mengharungi segala dugaan Allah yang bakal datang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-3899212581836882673?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3899212581836882673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3899212581836882673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-2397265138796455883</id><published>2011-07-18T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:35:37.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>When you're dreaming with a broken heart, then waking up is the hardest part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Inspired by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then waking up is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You roll outta bed and down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And for a moment you can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wondering was he really here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is he standing in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The giving up is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He takes you in with her crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then all at once you have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wondering could you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will you wake up by my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No he can't, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you get them if i did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The waking up is the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pg7CUUkruSo?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-2397265138796455883?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2397265138796455883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/2397265138796455883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-youre-dreaming-with-broken-heart.html' title='When you&apos;re dreaming with a broken heart, then waking up is the hardest part'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pg7CUUkruSo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-699960823925899585</id><published>2011-07-17T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:25:00.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>I wish heartbreak was as painless as getting a hair cut, you don't feel a thing but when it's over, it's a new you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lodfmiNCsP1qamr5qo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's not that I've been dying wishing that you would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's not that I'm loving the fact that I was abandoned for a reason that doesn't even involves anything bad about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The moment I woke up from each and every sleep, all I'm hoping for is that God will give me a chance to prove that I'm strong enough, to everyone that had been tearing me apart since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes, heck it's not sometimes, most of the time being, I cried myself to sleep. Thinking about how hard I'm trying to let things go, but it just keeps falling off right in front of me. Deep down inside me, I felt, yes, this is the hardest of them all. This is so much more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's ironic, how even things that doesn't occur in your life for quite a long time tends to be the most hardest thing you can ever imagined to let it go. If I could force myself to wake up each and every morning with a clear mind, that can forget about mostly everything bad in my life, I would. I want it so bad, every inch of my heart does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because somehow or rather, there's this feeling. Yang makin hari, makin kau rasa kecil hati. Makin hari, makin kau terasa yang selama ni, orang boleh tolak tarik kau sesuka hati. Umpama kaulah manusia paling takkan rasa apa apa, dan manusia boleh buat kau macam bahan uji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Semua tu,salah. Kalau kau nak tahu, aku manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku ada perasaan. Aku memang ada perasaan, dari hari pertama hinggalah hari terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sebanyak mana aku cuba untuk bangunkan diri aku menjadi orang lain, orang yang tak akan ada perasaan bila buat orang, aku tewas. Bukan aku nak sangat jadi orang macam tu, cuma kadang kadang, aku rasa penat. Sebab selama ni, tak kira dalam isu kawan, dalam isu relationship, dalam isu apa pun. Disebabkan aku selalu fikirkan perasaan orang takut dia tercalar balar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ended up, aku yang terguris. Ended up, aku yang dipermainkan sesuka hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sebab tu,kadang kadang aku terasa sangat nak jadi manusia yang tak ada perasaan. Seronok ke jadi manusia yang tak ada perasaan yang boleh berjalan dengan sifat bongkak breaking hearts all over the world ? Yes, ironically sometimes I did want to feel how was it like to be the one that breaks hearts, but not the one that got broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But you know what, aku tewas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku memang tewas untuk menjadi orang macamtu. Sebab apa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because I know deep down inside me, I was not born to be that way. I am me. Aku memang ditakdirkan menjadi orang yang selalu nak fikirkan rasa sayang pada keluarga, pada kawan, pada orang yang aku sayang sebagai apa pun. Itu aku. Susah, untuk aku nak menjadi orang yang nak merayau kesana kemari, beri harapan yang palsu, dan buat orang macam sampah. Yang boleh ambil, dan buang sesuka hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sebab setahu aku, semua manusia ada perasaan. Meskipun orang yang paling jahat dalam dunia ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku tak pernah terlintas nak mainkan perasaan orang, sebab aku rasa nanti hati aku yang akan dihenyak sampai lunyai akibat balasan Allah yang aku dah pernah buat pada orang lain. Itu,aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Agaknya,sebab aku selalu memikirkan benda utk nak buat orang tak kecil hati pada aku, orang boleh buat aku, macam aku tak ada perasaan. Macam tu ke ? Sebab tu, aku rasa dissapointed dengan orang yang tak reti menghargai kehadiran aku.Lagi lagi, orang yang boleh kata sayang aku hari ini, esok hilang macam aku memang takkan rasa apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know this is killing me deep inside, we both know. But you're just neglecting the fact that you know how much I am torn apart dealing with all this shit. You know. I know, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I always ask Allah for forgiveness. For each sin I had done, even if it's the small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm always hoping that tomorrow will be a brighter day for me, a new day for me. Sometimes I felt like putting all this madness in my heart and lock it up in a box and throw it somewhere where no one can ever find it. So that I will be a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But that's just a fantasy I've been dying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In reality, I know I have to face all of this. Even if it's not easy. Everybody know it's not easy. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because all of us know, people have feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-699960823925899585?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/699960823925899585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/699960823925899585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-heartbreak-was-as-painless-as.html' title='I wish heartbreak was as painless as getting a hair cut, you don&apos;t feel a thing but when it&apos;s over, it&apos;s a new you.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-6874697018208367418</id><published>2011-07-08T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:47:33.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>All I want to be is a better person than who I was yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnr3j08mvT1qg8b4io1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know what's the hardest thing of all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trying to convince everyone around you that you're okay, even though the crucial fact is that you're not okay but you're just trying to be okay, because somehow or rather not talking about it can keep you from falling each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite the fact that I've been trying to survive the way how life is knocking me down one by one, I forgot to take care of my own self. I forgot that I was sick. I forgot that I shouldn't be thinking about unnecessary things yang boleh makin sakitkan aku. Yes, aku lupa. Sebab aku asyik teringatkan how great it was about some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week, aku asyik terlupa makan ubat bila malam sebelum tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Empat hari straight aku lupa makan ubat sebelum tidur, sebab sebelum tidur tu aku asyik khayal memikirkan benda yang aku tak patut lagi dah fikir. Disebabkan aku terlupa, hari ke lima aku ranap sakit macam aku dah tak boleh rasa nak bernyawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kepala aku macam nak pecah. Sampai aku rasa aku tak larat langsung nak buat apa apa. Belum lagi kira yang aku takboleh nak bernafas dan yang lain lain kan tu simpan sendiri je :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still remembered the day yang orang tanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Namie sejak bila sakit sampai macam ni ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi aku takdapat jawab pun. Sebab jawapan dia amatlah sensitive dan aku taknak aibkan orang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I always to say to myself, that this happens for a reason. There's a reason why I'm sick. I never wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susah sakit macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susah bila kau dah rasa parah macam kau boleh blackout bila bila masa je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susah bila ubat kau dah habis lepastu kau kena pergi carik pharmacy mana mana yang tak tentu kau ada trnsport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susah bila kau terlupa makan ubat and bila pagi tu luckily kau dapat bangun, kau rasa diri kau terumbang ambing macam apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susah bila kau dah sedia ada sakit, tambah dengan demam dan etc etc yang makin menerukkan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Takkan lah aku sentiasa nak merungut dekat diri aku macam tu kan. Sebab tu aku just distract the fact yang aku sakit, and buat macam aku tak ada apa apa. But I never realized that I'm getting sicker each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dan sekarang aku memang dah rasa effect dia sebetul betulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,aku tahu yang aku just kena tabah dan kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingat lagi dulu, ada orang kata ' I'm sorry this is the only option I have.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tak,sebenarnya bukan tu je option yang engkau ada. Sebenarnya banyak. Kau yang tak nampak kan. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau nak kata the only option, ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the only option I have --&amp;gt; Staying strong, trying to be alive eventhough I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May Allah always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-6874697018208367418?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6874697018208367418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6874697018208367418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-i-want-to-be-is-better-person-than.html' title='All I want to be is a better person than who I was yesterday.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-3064609745573736902</id><published>2011-07-07T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:20:31.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>There are things in life that we question a lot, but we do not realize that sometimes answers come when we stop asking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmnqm7YGoK1qhxmp6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#Lion&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss you, not as I miss you I like you, but I miss talking to you everyday like all everyday, spilling our emotions talking about our problems and care about each other, everything. It's just that, I miss when we used to talk, now it's like that we don't know each other anymore and it kind of hurts. It still hurts knowing we've grown apart and it went by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss you. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Awak,kalau satu hari nanti Na tak ada lagi macam mana ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Na sentiasa akan ada lah,jangan cakap macam tu. Kat mana mana pun Na pergi, saya sntiasa akan tahu walaupun Na tak bagitahu. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tapi sekarang ni je Na mana ada lagi dalam hidup awak kan. Maksud Na,kalau Na betul betul dah tak ada. Na kan kuat sakit. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Na, kalau Na tak pernah takkan ada Na. Walaupun Na dah takde dalam hidup kawan kawan Na sebab Na memang dah tak ada, Na sentiasa wujud dalam fikiran saya. Tak pernah hilang."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau rasa,aku pernah lupa ke ? Tak,memang tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kelakar, bila aku tertanya tanya kau rindu kehadiran aku ke tak. Bila aku tertanya tanya kau tahu ke tak aku rindu kau. Mesti kau tahu kan, sebab aku rasa, semua orang tahu tanpa aku sedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7g-rvVUzaYQ/ThW8ZS1JDMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zyd7HlRpsh0/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7g-rvVUzaYQ/ThW8ZS1JDMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zyd7HlRpsh0/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626610452206783682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-3064609745573736902?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3064609745573736902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/3064609745573736902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-are-things-in-life-that-we.html' title='There are things in life that we question a lot, but we do not realize that sometimes answers come when we stop asking.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7g-rvVUzaYQ/ThW8ZS1JDMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/zyd7HlRpsh0/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8349122528865541126</id><published>2011-07-06T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:00:18.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty expressions.'/><title type='text'>Hidup ini pilihan, dan kamu harus berani mengambil keputusan dari berbagai kesempatan, atau hidupmu tak akan pernah ada perubahan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11648940/tumblr_lmd5w5rv0s1qg2htmo1_500_large.jpg?1309948203" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pernah kan kau rasa, bila kau mati mati rasa keputusan yang kau buat tu bakal bawak kegembiraaan pada kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keputusan yang kau buat tu bakal mengubah hidup kau dari segi positive, makin bahagia, makin pandai, makin success etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the point is, what happens when it all went wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, as if there's nothing more you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or even worse, it hits you too much you can't handle the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not trying to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Choices, there's many of them in this world. But maybe I'll just jumble up about three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life, love, studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever felt that feeling, that feeling of happiness when everything goes well, just as what you expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can declare yourself one of the most happiest person on earth at that very state of hour. That's one of the beautiful things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11647264/tumblr_lnksazuIYw1qcov3ho1_500_large.jpg?1309942736" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What about when you felt as if your whole surrounding kept falling apart when you made a bad decision. I mean, making a decision but it turns out that you shouldn't have made that kind of choice in the first place. All the feeling of regrets are flowing through your veins and you're feeling as if, the whole world is about to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know, I'm facing it. Too much to even bare with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's hard to say that I've regret each and every single decision that turns out to be such a disappointment in my life. All these years, all I wanted was to live life, without any regrets. Total zero regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot that I always promised myself, jangan kata menyesal. Jangan cakap kau menyesal buat keputusan. Semua itu, mesti ada sebab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku selalu, terlupa ingatkan diri aku yang aku tak patut kata aku menyesal bila keputusan yang aku pernah buat bawa kehancuran dalam hidup aku sendiri. Selalu sangat aku nak ingatkan diri aku jangan cakap pada diri sendiri, aku menyesal. Tapi tulah manusia, kadang kadang alpa tentang apa yang dah dijanjikan. Lagi lagi, pada diri sendiri. Hampa kan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi, sebanyak mana aku rasa aku cukup hampa dengan satu satu keputusan yang bawa effect buruk dalam hidup aku dalam life, love, studies, etc, aku selalu ingatkan diri aku satu benda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau aku tak buat keputusan yang teruk, yang bodoh, yang cepat sangat buat, yang tak fikir panjang, yang keanak-anakan, yang tak ada unsur matang, yang menyusahkan diri sendiri &amp;amp; orang lain itu semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jadikan diri aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Diri aku yang sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mungkin ada orang kata aku lemah bila baca apa yang aku tulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi, sebab tu orang kata, kau masih tak boleh judge manusia berdasarkan apa yang kau nampak secara fizikal / apa yang dia tulis. Hati manusia yang sebenar benarnya, dalam hati dia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Selama ni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I once told you guys that there are times that we should be the one that comforts ourselves, we don't have to wait for someone or anybody to tell us how strong we are, how great we are. Bukan aku nak mengajar manusia untuk menjadi manusia yang mudah sangat mengangkat bakul sendiri, memuji menaik naikkan diri sendiri. Berlagak, bongkak macam yang kau anggap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11646594/tumblr_lml9jh2ldY1qb0glco1_500_large.jpg?1309940196" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku cuba nak ubah mindset. Yang kau kena faham, orang yang boleh kuatkan diri kau sendiri ialah diri kau sendiri. Role yang orang sekeliling kau pegang tu semua hanyalah watak sampingan. Yang sebenar benarnya yang mampu mengubah, mencacat celakan diri kau ialah diri kau sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itu semua, atas keputusan yang engkau dah buat dalam hidup engkau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang baik, dan juga yang buruk. Itu semua membentuk diri engkau sendiri satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hidup ini pilihan, dan kamu harus berani mengambil    keputusan dari berbagai kesempatan, atau hidupmu tak akan pernah ada    perubahan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab tu, kadang  kadang bila aku dah mula rasa menyesal dalam diri aku sendiri memikirkan kenapa aku buat keputusan yang bawa padah yang teruk dalam diri aku sendiri, aku cuba nak cari jalan untuk just shut up dan comfortkan diri aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku just gosok bahu aku, pegang pipi aku. Bisik pada diri aku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Kalau aku tak buat keputusan ni, aku tak pernah tahu macam mana tabah nya aku. Kalau aku tak buat keputusan ni dulu aku tak pernah tahu macam mana rasa dihenyak, dicaci dimaki, disakitkan hati berganti ganti dalam dunia ni. Pokok pangkalnya, kalau aku tak buat keputusan yang sebelum ni, tak berdirinya aku sebagai diri aku yang kuat ni. Memang aku banyak rasa disappointed, aku sedih. Tapi dalam isi hati aku, sebanyak mana kekuatan aku menempuh satu persatu manusia yang buat aku ranap, kau tak pernah tahu. Itu yang buat aku rasa diri aku, kuat. Aku yang tahu aku kuat mana. Sebab bila malam, aku menangis mengeluarkan jiwa aku yang rasa disakiti without a reason, diri aku juga yang ada untuk diri sendiri. Untuk cakap pada diri sendiri, stop nangis. Cukup hari ni. Cukup. Everything happens for a reason, kalau kau tak buat keputusan ni dulu, kau nothing dalam hidup ni. Kau tak belajar apa apa. Jadi kau kena bersyukur. Kau kena bersyukur dalam dunia ni, kau dapat cabaran macam ni. Satu hari nanti, semua rasa yang buat kau merana ni, mungkin akan hilang. Mungkin. Tapi bila dia hilang, kau kena terus ke depan,dan kau kena ingat. Kaulah perempuan yang dibuat umpama tak ada perasaan,tapi kau tetap mencuba untuk berdiri kembali. Itulah engkau. Kau nampak lemah, hakikatnya kau kuat. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kau berbual dengan diri engkau sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau fikirkan setiap keputusan yang kau pernah buat dalam hidup ni. Dan cakap pada diri kau sendiri. This is me. Semua keputusan yang aku pernah buat, membentuk diri aku yang sekarang. Dan aku tak boleh menyesal dengan semua keputusan yang aku buat, sebab itu semua mengajar aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For any questions / opinions / comments regarding post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://namielatif.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2B50RUXbs-8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So don't be afraid to make mistakes, stumble &amp;amp; fall, because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scares you the most. Maybe, you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you could have ever imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long &amp;amp; in the end the journey is the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8349122528865541126?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8349122528865541126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8349122528865541126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/hidup-ini-pilihan-dan-kamu-harus-berani.html' title='Hidup ini pilihan, dan kamu harus berani mengambil keputusan dari berbagai kesempatan, atau hidupmu tak akan pernah ada perubahan.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2B50RUXbs-8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-550920178211351801</id><published>2011-07-05T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:25:43.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namielatif'/><title type='text'>Jangan Pernah Berputus Asa, Bangkit lagi. Jangan berhenti sekarang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 339px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk3ycngEgX1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously, I am so disappointed with myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About almost every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite the fact that the part that involves 'feelings', my studies came tumbling down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And sad to say, I never felt this stupid before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I never felt this much of stupid and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel so sad. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so disappointed towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried my very best but it still doesn't seem to work,yet. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said to myself. Come on Namie, you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You used to score way much better than this. What happened to you. Please push away all those unnecessary thoughts that's been flooding in your brain and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 334px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntckwQvXH1qzjqrio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each and every single time I got the results, I felt like scolding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's sad to think of it that way. Selama ni aku mampu score, tapi sekarang bila aku just nak focus time belajar aku, satu benda apa pun aku tak boleh nak focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku cuba sedaya upaya, aku buat exam sampai bagai nak rak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi aku masih lagi rasa diri aku tak cukup. Memang,masih lagi tak cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mana pergi diri aku yang dulu tu. Aku rindu diri aku yang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang boleh belajar way better than this and ignore semua benda yang buat aku sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kenapa aku jadi macam ni. Apa sebab aku jadi sampai macam ni. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come on Namie. Buck up Namie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnstkwk9w61qd0f16o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tadi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku kena buat pembentangan. Pasal hikmah qada' dan qadar Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bila aku dah bentang, apa yang aku bentangkan semua datang dari kepala otak aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bila aku dah habis buat semua, aku rasa aku puas hati sangat dengan presentation aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku rasa apa guna aku buat macam tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi masih lagi sebahagian diri aku terkial kial nak menerima qada' dan qadar Allah yang dah tertulis untuk aku. Aku tergelak, sebab aku rasa, come on Namie. This is not you, so not you. You've changed so much you didn't even realized the positive side of you is fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab tu, aku rasa kecewa dengan diri aku sekarang ni. Aku tak rasa kecewa dengan orang lain yang dah ranapkan aku, aku rasa kecewa dengan diri aku sendiri. Sebab aku nak sangat diri aku bangun macam dulu. Aku masih lagi, merangkak macam orang bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi at least aku masih mencuba walaupun ambil masa yang lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mesti ada hikmah semua ni berlaku. Aku selalu ingatkan orang. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Allah tahu we're capable of facing all of this. Every single inch of this. That's why we're destined to face this whether it's on our own or with someone. The point is, we can. He indeed knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-550920178211351801?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/550920178211351801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/550920178211351801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/jangan-pernah-berputus-asa-bangkit-lagi.html' title='Jangan Pernah Berputus Asa, Bangkit lagi. Jangan berhenti sekarang.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4255810210167092465</id><published>2011-07-04T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:42:33.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>When memories are gone, so does the soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln3ushjEwK1qgujfno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never forget the memories you created with someone you once cared about .&lt;br /&gt;It’s just another day that i just sit back and remember all the things that we shared together , the memories . Everytime i hear your name i would always think back to the flashbacks we had together . It still hurts me because i still care and you probably don’t . Everytime i do think what we had before i just want to break down . But i keep telling me self not to , because i shouldn’t be doing that. But then again at times i can’t help it .&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/1503816290836238493-4255810210167092465?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4255810210167092465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4255810210167092465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-memories-are-gone-so-does-soul.html' title='When memories are gone, so does the soul.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-5486573502146807457</id><published>2011-07-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:00:01.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tahu apa yang buat aku rasa dihargai ? Ini.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln0ryuvczH1qkou6ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.namielatif.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.namielatif.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for all your support :)&lt;br /&gt;Please,enlighten me with all your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything. Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love answering your questions, including the sensitive ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-5486573502146807457?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5486573502146807457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/5486573502146807457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/tahu-apa-yang-buat-aku-rasa-dihargai.html' title='Tahu apa yang buat aku rasa dihargai ? Ini.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-1955665009904542535</id><published>2011-07-03T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:05:15.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Have you ever had so many thoughts on your mind, but you just can't make them into words ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll3561gumj1qiqn4so1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear July,&lt;br /&gt;From the start of this month, I am hoping that whatever I will do or what ever I may have done will make me who I am. I wouldn't want to have any regrets doing anything. But, I know that some of the decisions I will make will change who I am and who I tend to be. But still, I am hoping that everything will turn out to be at least, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how much pain I've been through before, it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick, because sometimes you never thought that someone precious could hurt you or let you down till you just can't stand up back again. It takes true strength to build yourself back again, and I know, it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distracting my mind wasn't easy all along. It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't promise myself it's going to be easy, I can't promise myself that I wouldn't be more hurt than before. Because I know deep down inside, I still own a heart. That find it so hard to forget people, with just a knock on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I even wonder, why good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating to think about it, when your one true self is taken for granted, for nothing. But then again, I know I can't question Allah's power. He indeed knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be strong,stay strong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me, July. I need strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d12Hosf_xpQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-1955665009904542535?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1955665009904542535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1955665009904542535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-you-ever-had-so-many-thoughts-on.html' title='Have you ever had so many thoughts on your mind, but you just can&apos;t make them into words ?'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d12Hosf_xpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-109478251948757431</id><published>2011-07-01T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T20:00:12.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>Bangkit Nabila Shakirah, bangkit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk1dxeVqjY1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss the old Namielatif I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;The one that always tries to change the bad perspective to a good one. Always trying to make everything around her seem positive and yet brilliant to live with. I miss being, happy. Truly happy eventhough there's so much tht's been thru in and out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mesti pernah kan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;engkau rasa. Cukup cukuplah macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Cukup cukup lah rasa dissapointed yang teramat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yang buat diri kau ranap sikit sikit,lama lama sebahagian besar diri kau dah cukup ranap dari sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku tahu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku tak mampu putar balik masa untuk elak certain things to happen. Tapi,aku selalu berdoa agar Allah dengar rintihan aku. Kuatkan hati aku,walaupun aku tak dapat minta dia kurangkan masa masa susah aku, aku hanya perlukan kekuatan yang cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sebab aku masih lagi mencuba untuk bangkit kan diri aku semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Payah memang payah, tapi aku mesti tanam dalam otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yang aku perlu langkah ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pernah tak kau rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kau ada conflict dengan diri kau sendiri. Dan kau bercakap dengan diri kau sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Some people tend to think it's a weird way to communicate,which is with your own self. But to be true, somehow these past few months, the only one truly person that can calm me down and stick with me thru thick and thin is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Diri aku yang dah jatuh, tapi mencuba habis habisan untuk bangkit semula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pagi pagi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bila aku pandang cermin, sambil sikat rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku selalu rasa kesian kan diri aku sendiri. Aku tak perlu mengharap orang kesian kan diri aku, aku yang patut belajar kesian kan diri sendiri. Aku perlu tanamkan dalam otak aku, enough is enough Namie. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bila aku tengok diri aku, tenung diri aku. Umpama aku tenung diri aku bukan sahaja dari sudut yang luar. Sampai dalam diri aku pun aku tenung sekali. Sampai aku boleh rasa aku menangis kat dalam hati aku, cuma tak ternangis kat luar sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku selalu sedapkan hati aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku selalu cakap dekat diri aku bila aku rasa dissapointed dengan sikap orang yang buat aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljebnd0BeP1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;" Na, ingat tak dari dulu sampai sekarang Na kuat. Na tak lemah. Orang yang buat Na tu lemah. Mama selalu ajar Na biar orang buat kita, jangan kita buat orang. Na kena kuatkan diri nak tempuhi segala apa pun yang Allah bagi dalam dunia ni Na. Biarkan, lepaskan. Memang susah, tapi Na boleh buat. Na kena ingat, Allah tu maha adil. Kalau sekarang Na rasa susah, na rasa ranap, Na kena ingat. Yang satu hari nanti, semua ni akan ada penghujungnya. Na kena tahu, yang setiap parut dekat hati Na tu, semua perjuangan Na dari dulu sampai sekarang. Perjuangan yang Na seorang je yang tahu macam mana perit, gembira mahupun seksa yang ada. Semua tu, hati Na sendiri yang tahu. Sebab tu Na kena bangkit, Na kena tunjuk dekat orang yang Na bukan lemah macam ni. Na boleh buat benda ni. Na jangan sedih sedih, Na kena kuat. Be strong Namielatif, you can do this. Dari dulu sampai sekarang, Namie tak pernah mengalah. Jadi jangan give up sekarang. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tenangkan diri sendiri,sebenarnya bagi aku mungkin satu kelebihan bagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sebab yang tahu diri aku dari dulu sampai sekarang, ialah diri aku sendiri. Aku tahu baik buruk aku, lemah kuat aku. Semua aku yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Macam orang lain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aku tahu. Mungkin bila engkau baca post post aku, kau akan nampak, yang aku susah nak pandang sesuatu sudut tu dengan in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;The truth is, I am trying to figure out my innerstrength back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;You can't always blame me for all the times I've been down and dissapointed. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everybody went thru a hard time, and maybe this is the time for me especially when everything falls down instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;But I am just trying my best, to stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Rasa dalam hati aku itu masih sama, mungkin susah nak ubah. Kau mana tahu kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Banyak yang aku cover kan dari engkau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tapi,aku akan bangkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kau tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat yang terbaik Nabila Shakirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-109478251948757431?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/109478251948757431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/109478251948757431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/07/bangkit-nabila-shakirah-bangkit.html' title='Bangkit Nabila Shakirah, bangkit.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-6638345176857220056</id><published>2011-06-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:00:19.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lna6nf95Bt1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me up on tumblr :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you ever meet someone that you wanna make him or her as ur life partner..but, you let him or her go just like that ? And, what do you feel after that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Untuk kata yang aku dah jumpa orang yang aku nak jadikan teman hidup yang sebetul betulnya, itu aku sendiri tak pasti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab, aku jarang untuk buat decision yang terus terus nak kata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Ini lelaki kepada anak anak aku satu hari nanti. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mungkin aku jenis yang ambil masa. Apa yang perlu aku terburu buru ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Entah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As an answer to ' you let him or her go just like that ? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frankly speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But,before that. You just have to keep in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that I am not the type of person that let go of people. Never in my life, I said - I'm sorry, i'm leaving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Orang mesti kata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Losernya,asyik kena tinggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hakikatnya,orang bodoh yang berkata begitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau tahu kenapa ? Kenapa bila aku sedih, aku just distract otak aku dengan satu ayat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least,bukan aku yang give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least,bukan aku yang buat manusia macam sampah. Bila nak nak,bila taknak campak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least,bukan aku yang putuskan keadaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least,bukan aku yang mengalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least,bukan aku yang tolak apa yang Allah beri dalam hidup aku bila aku rasa aku dah taknak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itu,bukan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itu semua bukan aku. Tak sekali pun aku kata, aku nak call things off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 464px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmx74512hz1qb2i6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kenapa aku kata aku lepaskan orang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab,aku cuba telan hakikat yang orang lepaskan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku telan hakikat yang orang lepaskan aku, dan aku dah cuba macam apa pun tak ada guna sampai aku patut lepaskan juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab,aku kesian tengok diri aku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Siapa kata senang. Memang orang tahu lepaskan orang yang kau sayang tu susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lagi lagi,bila bukan engkau yang lepaskan. Memang orang boleh kata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;been there,done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,kau kena sedar. Semua orang tak sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kita dikurniakan hati lain lain. Cara sayang lain lain, cara tolerate lain lain, cara sedih lain lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hakikatnya,kau takkan faham. Mungkin sikit,tapi bukan sepenuhnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang akan faham sepenuhnya, hanya diri kita sendiri dan Allah, yang mencipta kita dan tahu isihati kita yang tersirat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nak lepaskan orang macam tu je,macam kau lepaskan angin. Senang ke ? Mungkin bagi sesetengah orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi bukan untuk aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,swallowing the sad reality that I just have to let it go just like that, kills me even more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because from the start up till the end, nothing went wrong. It's because I don't know what went wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's what frustrates me the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can't say that ' I know how it feels,i've been there'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The points is,when you said that, when you know how it feels, why did you did it to someone you wouldn't want to hurt the most ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A big bold why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bila dah terpaksa lepaskan,apa yang aku rasa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gembira,lah sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt dissapointed. Each and every night,for months it seems like I've been battling against myself, my feelings and my thoughts. Trying to remain calm, but then again I'm dying inside more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt dissapointed with myself. I felt dissapointed with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because, for once I intend to make things right and trying to manage at least, a quite-okay life ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I never thought, all of it was just....idontknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Untuk kata yang aku betul betul lepas macam tu je, memang lah tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau aku cakap macamtu,siapa yang kenal aku tahu aku tipu. Tulah benda paling tipu orang akan detect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab aku bukan orang yang macam tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku ambil masa,kot. Entah. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebenarnya,apa yang aku rasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku rasa diri aku macam ditolak macam tu je,tanpa apa apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab bila ditanya,semua nya bukan sebab aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Semua bukan salah aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Semua tak ada kena mengena dengan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang selalu buat aku hairan,dan rasa ranap sebab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalau bukan salah aku,kenapa selama ni,aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sampai aku rasa diri aku terkapai kapai tanya diri aku tiap tiap malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Apa salah Na. Selama ni, apa salah silap Na. Kenapa Na. Kenapa bukan orang lain,kenapa Na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebanyak mana aku fake kan semua perasaan aku untuk buat macam aku normal,ini lah peringkat yang aku paling takboleh handle. Sebab aku dah tak mampu sorokkan apa yang aku rasa macam dulu. Macam mana aku boleh fake kan semua rasa sedih aku tanam jauh dalam lubuk hati aku,semua tu dah overcapacity,termuntah keluar semua rasa ranap aku mencurah curah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kau tak pernah tahu macam mana aku sendiri,aku,rasa bila aku tengok kau flirt macam tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi kau tahu apa yang aku letak dalam otak aku ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku sentiasa maafkan kau. Aku sentiasa tak pernah ambil hati apa yang pernah buat aku terasaa. Aku lepaskan habis habisan aku matikan aku lepaskan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;diri aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Diri aku penat untuk tipu, dan kata aku boleh buat ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab sekarang aku rasa aku memang nakkan buck up performance bagi diri aku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi,aku masih lagi mengumpul jiwa aku yang hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mana kau pergi,ketabahan hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kuatkan lah hati aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku penat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-6638345176857220056?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6638345176857220056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/6638345176857220056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/girl-who-seemed-unbreakable-broke.html' title='The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-7129412995183693523</id><published>2011-06-28T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:00:10.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi Zoey'/><title type='text'>Anak itu anugerah Allah, lagi lagi yang istimewa. Sayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ8wh5r1egk/Tgh6y0TZZwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/roM8EcwnxlI/s1600/DSC07084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ8wh5r1egk/Tgh6y0TZZwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/roM8EcwnxlI/s400/DSC07084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622879148224112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuhan sedang menunjuk pada daftar calon ibu, lalu berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Berikan mereka anak-anak dengan otak yang cedera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Malaikat bertanya:&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa mereka diberikan anak2 cedera otak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuhan menjawab: "Karena mereka adalah orang2 yang bahagia. Mana mungkin Aku berikan anak2 surga ini kepada orang2 yang tidak memiliki kebahagiaan dalam hidupnya? Orang2 yang tidak memiliki kebahagiaan tidak akan sanggup menjadi orang tua anak surga. Juga karena mereka orang2 yang tidak sabar. Karena mana mungkin Aku serahkan anak2 surga kepada orang2 yang terlalu sabar? Org2 seperti itu tidak akan berusaha untuk mencari jalan untuk kesembuhan anaknya. Juga karena mereka orang2 yang mempunyai sedikit sifat egois dalam dirinya. Karena mana mungkin orang yang tidak punya sedikit rasa egois bisa melepaskan diri sejenak dari anaknya untuk "refreshing" untuk kebaikan mereka sendiri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kemudian malaikat bertanya:&lt;br /&gt;" Lalu, malaikat mana yang dapat mendampingi orang tua anak2ini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuhan menjawab:&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka cukup melihat pantulan diri mereka di depan kaca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrx_E95axDw/Tgh6zLWJF6I/AAAAAAAAA74/eEWvvSi5b0o/s1600/DSC07079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrx_E95axDw/Tgh6zLWJF6I/AAAAAAAAA74/eEWvvSi5b0o/s400/DSC07079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622879154409641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anak itu anugerah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Macam mana pun condition anak tu, dia tetap hadiah dari Allah untuk kita,kebaikan. Kita kena bersyukur dengan setiap kehadiran baru dalam keluarga kita. Lagi lagi, anak yang didatangkan dari syurga. Anak yang suci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gembira memang gembira, lagi lagi bila kita dikurniakan anak saudara untuk pertama kali dalam hidup. Siapa kata hati ni tak gembira. Aku lah orang yang paling excited dalam keluarga sepanjang masa akak aku pregnant. Lagi lagi bila dah hampir sembilan bulan. Tiap tiap kali aku balik rumah, selalu pergi dekat perut akak. Cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Mimi, keluarlah Mimi. Mak uchu balik ni. Bersalin lah bila mak uchu balik. nanti makchu pergi balik college pulak. Keluarlah Mimi. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mesti macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sekarang, Mimi dah lahir. Masa first day Mimi dah lahir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doctor kata, Mimi kemungkinan besar ada Syndrome Down (SD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mula-mula,rasa mcm terus terdiam. Macam sebak pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi, aku masih ingat lagi pesan Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" I know,I taught my children well. I know, whatever Mimi's condition is, anak anak mama sentiasa akan terima &amp;amp; sayang baby ni. Adik kena ingat, yang anak anak down syndrome down ni, istimewa. Pahala banyak jaga budak macam ni adik. Kita kena rasa bertuah. Mimi is special in her own way. Mama tau anak anak mama akan syg Mimi macam mana pun dia. Mimi ni, Allah pinjamkan dari syurga. Mimi mesti masuk syurga, Mimi kan istimewa. Mimi tak macam kita. Mimi suci,suci sangat sangat kurniaan Allah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first time I held my niece in my arms, I know I'm happy. Finally having the chance to hold her, and call her my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fact that I felt a little bit quite of sad in me is because kadang kadang, kita terkenang, kesiannya Mimi tak boleh jadi macam biasa. Macam budak budak biasa kat luar sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapi, aku dah besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku ubah perspective tu semua. Dan ubah cara fikir aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All I can think of is, Mimi is a child lend from god. Mimi mungkin tak macam baby lain. Tapi, Mimi tetap special dalam hati kita sekeluarga. Mimi macam mana pun, kitorg semua sayang Mimi. Kitorang jaga Mimi. Tiap tiap hari kitorang gigit gigit pipi Mimi kan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab, pada kita. Mimi macam mana pun, Mimi tetap happykan kitorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ramai orang kata, untung dapat budak budak macam ni tau. Ujian dan ganjaran Allah banyak untuk kita bila kita bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebab tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walaupun bila kita dapat tahu Mimi ada Syndrome Down pun, kita sentiasa sayang Mimi. Tak pernah ada rasa terkurang pun rasa kasih sayang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni, Mimi admitted dekat hospital. Mimi get well soon okay ? :(&lt;br /&gt;Antichu selalu rindu Mimi. Baru sehari tak jumpa Mimi pun dah sedih je rasa nak balik. Mimi jangan nakal nakal tau Mimi. Iloveyou special kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan kesejahteraan Mimi Zoey,untuk permudahkan segala urusan hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZQ2CV6xTxs/Tgh6z3D-ROI/AAAAAAAAA8A/YtEMe35A7_0/s1600/DSC07077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZQ2CV6xTxs/Tgh6z3D-ROI/AAAAAAAAA8A/YtEMe35A7_0/s400/DSC07077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622879166144595170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok baju tengok baju :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember,on my previous post &lt;a href="http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter-to-my-future-niece-syamimi-zoey.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Nama lelaki yang aku rasa bila aku dengar,aku rasa sedap hati. Dan aku kata boleh jadi nama anak aku,ialah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-7129412995183693523?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7129412995183693523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/7129412995183693523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/anak-itu-anugerah-allah-lagi-lagi-yang.html' title='Anak itu anugerah Allah, lagi lagi yang istimewa. Sayang.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ8wh5r1egk/Tgh6y0TZZwI/AAAAAAAAA7w/roM8EcwnxlI/s72-c/DSC07084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-8293374026518636581</id><published>2011-06-27T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:00:02.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MABS'/><title type='text'>There's always a piece of them in your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln8v89eg4E1qfr29io1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated is where you don't know where you stand in a person's life. It's when you're hanging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off anytime. It's when you're like more than friends, but not really, and it's like you're lovers when it's really otherwise. Sometimes, you would want to have never met the person at all. But at the back of your mind, you're thankful that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, it's just complicated. So damn complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-8293374026518636581?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8293374026518636581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/8293374026518636581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-always-piece-of-them-in-your.html' title='There&apos;s always a piece of them in your heart.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-1752716375926413820</id><published>2011-06-27T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:37:13.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am currently stressed out because I lost my pendrive, my one and only freaking pendrive which contains ALL my assignments, my lecture notes, and every single thing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedihnya. Macam mana nak buat kerja :( Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Pendrive panda,masih lagi teringat ingat.&lt;br /&gt;Masa ni lah memang duit dah takde gone bye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-1752716375926413820?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1752716375926413820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/1752716375926413820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-currently-stressed-out-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-4027393032356348970</id><published>2011-06-23T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:28:45.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi Zoey'/><title type='text'>A letter, to my future niece. Syamimi Zoey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry was wrote 3 moths ago during my sister's pregnancy of 5+months.&lt;br /&gt;This entry was posted today, as my niece was born on 22 of June 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters To The Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln8jswdL4g1qhhbndo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my future niece,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Syamimi Zoey :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni umur mimi dah 5 bulan dekat perut mummy Mimi / akak. Kalau Mimi nak tau, Mimi ni boleh dikatakan sangat lah mintak picit jugak masa Mimi kat perut akak. Sebab Mimi nakal sangat sangat, sampai akak kena berhenti kerja. Jadi, memang mak uchu kau sekarang rasa nak picit je kau yang kat dalam perut tu sebab nakal sangat aktif dalam perut tak reti duduk diam. Haishh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, ni mak uchu kau yang gangster.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kau kena dengar pesanan pesanan mak uchu kau ni tau :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti, bila Mimi dah lahir, dalam bulan Jun nanti.&lt;br /&gt;First things first, mak uchu doakan yang terbaik untuk kelahiran kau di dunia yang serba indah kurniaan Allah ni. Nanti, bila first time Mimi tengok muka 'ni', yang comel dan pipi yang gebu dan muka yang aku ni - i was referring to myself hahaha, Ni lah mak uchu kau yang paling bongsu. Adik mummy Mimi yang pendek tu, sebab hakikatnya mak uchu kau lagi tinggi dari mak kau. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Nanti Mimi dah toddler, Mimi jadi good girl okay. Mimi tolonglah jangan nakal nakal sangat macam masa Mimi dalam perut mummy Mimi sekarang ni. Tak reti duduk diam. Jangan macamtu sangat. Kalau tak Mak uchu picit kau tak pun suruh kucing mak uchu 'pek' bontot kau sampai berbekas nanti. Kau kena ingat, mak uchu kau gangster tau. Khrkhrkhr. Tapi, gengster pun, hati ni penuh dengan kasih sayang tau. Tak caya pergi tanya buah buah hati mak uchu kau dulu. Mak uchu lah paling sweet kat diorang, diorang je buat cam !#!@#!. Ok lari topik kau kecik lagi mana faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Nanti, bila Mimi dalam process nak grow up, mak uchu takde dekat rumah nak jaga Mimi tiap tiap hari. Nak kejut Mimi dengan sifat dengki dan manja nak goyang goyang baby court Mimi yang sekarang ni kucing mak uchu si Memong tu je yang duduk testing. Mimi kena faham, mak uchu kau ni dah nak masuk degree. Jadi, alangkah baiknya kalau Mimi sebagai anak saudara mak uchu yang first ni doakan yang terbaik untuk auntie kau yang cool ni :8) Walaupun makuchu ni tak ada kat sana, insyaAllah nanti mak uchu akan selalu sangat nak balik Johor tengok Mimi tau. Dulu masa college lama memang Mak uchu jarang balik rumah. Macam lupa daratan lah pulak kan. Tapi takpe,mulai sekarang Mak uchu akan rajin rajinkan diri balik. Eh salah,paksa diri balik tiap tiap minggu untuk tengok Mimi. Jadi Mimi tak lupa yang mimi ada auntie ni. Mimi jangan lupa makuchu tau walaupun mak uchu belajar jauh jauh sejauh 347 kilometer dari Johor Bahru tu. :( Kalau Mimi lupa, mak uchu gulung kau dalam selimut. - gangster kan mak cik kau ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln8hl5MfhG1qbllxlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Mimi tau tak nama penuh Mimi apa ? Dulu, masa mama Mimi baru sangat pregnant, kitorang semua ingat baby boy. Makuchu kau pun ni dah menggelitis dah sebab dah ingat baby boy jadi boleh ajak main hotwheels sama sama tak pun pergi ajar benda benda merepek macam belasah pakcik kau yang bajet hensem tu tak pun ajar kau menyakat nenek kau kelak. Tapi dah lama bila scan baby girl lah pulak. Jadi nama semua dah kena rombak dah dari nama lelaki. Dulu masa orang tanya mak uchu kalau anak lelaki nak nama apa, mak uchu selalu cakap makuchu suka dengar satu nama. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nak tau kena tanya personally)&lt;/span&gt;.  Tapi tu mak uchu la, mama kau nak nama apa tah masa tu kalau baby boy. Jadi,mak uchu simpan lah nama tu biar untuk anak makuchu dengan laki mana tah nanti. Haha. Ok makcik kau dah lari topik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama Mimi sepenuh penuh alam penuhnya sebenarnya Syamimi Zoey.&lt;br /&gt;Mak uchu pun taktahu lah pulak kenapa mama kau berkenan sangat dengan nama Syamimi tu. Kalau tak silap makuchu, maksud nama tu keharuman. Ceh yakin je kan mak uchu kau cakap. Padahal tadi makcik kau yang bertuah ni baru google je,bukan dengan yakinnya tahu maksud nama tu from the start. Maaf,makcik kau memang yeye sikit tapi dia lah makcik paling gangster dan cool kau bakal jumpa *flips hair*  Nenek / mama suka sangat nama Mimi tu,jadi kat situ lah Mimi dapat nama tu. Zoey pulak. Kalau Mimi nak tahu, zoey tu nama arwah nenek mama Mimi, nenek makcik pakcik kau. Atau pun mak kepada nenek Mimi kan dah kecik kecik makuchu kau dah ajar kajian tempatan hubungan keluarga yang kau pun mata dah terkebil kebil tak faham kan. Bertuah tau Mimi dapat nama arwah nenek kitorang. Nenek tu, tu lah nenek paling baik kitorang pernah kenal. Dari dulu sampai nyawa terakhir,dia tak pernah marah cucu cucu dia. Dia selalu jaga dengan penuh kasih sayang, cakap kitorang pandai, selain mama kitorg, nenek zoey ni lah yang ajar kitorang English dengan sebritish british tidak. Pada kitorang, arwah nenek orang yang berharga sangat dan bila dia meninggal memang sunyi keluarga kitorang bila jenguk rumah arwah nenek. *sedih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;harap harap, dengan nama yang Mimi dah dapat ni. Moga moga Mimi membesar dengan wise dan jadi orang yang macam arwah nenek. Baik budi pekerti, sopan tak pernah marah. Mimi kalau garang garang sangat mak uchu gigit pipi Mimi sampai bengkak. Nanti baru pipi kita sama kembung dan gebu. Hikhikhik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;nanti bila Mimi dalam process membesar, Mak uchu doakan Mimi cepat pandai tau. Nanti tiap tiap hari mintak mummy atau nenek kau yang gangster tu jugak bukakkan playhouse disney dekat astro. Tapi bila mak uchu balik kau dilarang sama sekali nak bukak playhouse disney tu utk tengok mickey mouse atau pun dibo dibo. Bukan sebab apa, Mimi kena ikut makuchu tengok batman dengan justice league dekat cartoon network. Tu lagi best tau Mimi. Kita tengok superheroes. Setakat mickey mouse, alah tikus boleh cakap je. Batman lagi best. Dulu masa kecik kecik makuchu dengan pakcik kau taza tu obses tau dengan superheroes ni. Siap ada costume batman lagi. Kau tak de kan ? Kesian. Nanti suruh mak Mimi beli eh apa apa costume. Asalkan bukan BARBIE. Lagi satu, Mimi takboleh tengok rancangan tom tombak atau akademi fantasia atau pun apa apa realti show yang yeye. Sebab mak uchu taknak kau dengan yeye nya nak masuk menyanyi. Banyak lagi benda kau boleh buat eh. Takpun,nanti mak uchu ajar kau main hotwheels. Hotwheels kat rumah ada satu tong besar dari kitorang kecik kecik Mimi. Cakap je nak kereta apa. Semua ada. Nanti mak uchu ajar kau beraturkan kereta keliling katil eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;nanti Mimi belajar English bagus bagus tau. Nanti kalau mak uchu balik hujung minggu mak uchu ajar Mimi baca ABC sampai Mimi pandai. Pastu mak uchu baca kan story book banyak banyak sampai mak uchu kau lelap, tapi kau jangan duk menyetan bila mak uchu kau tertidur kau merayap. No good. Khrkhrkhr. Mimi, dalam pada Mimi nak membesar ni, mak uchu tau yang mimi ni gegirl. Tapi tolonglah jangan jadi gegirl yang teramat melampaui batas. Yang macam getiks getiks sangat. Kalau manja takpe, sebab manja macam mak uchu kau ni memang buat orang rasa mak uchu ni penyayang. Hahaha -.- Mimi jangan terlalu obses dengan pink and kuat goda lelaki eh. Kalau mak uchu tau, dari college nanti makuchu baling kasut mak uchu ni pergi bontot kau Mimi. Kan mak uchu dah kata, mak ucu gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/224240_1733011165257_1237865770_31597876_2539513_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;nanti Mak uchu bawak mimi jalan jalan selalu tau. Nanti kita pergi taman, bawak Mimi pergi merayap entah mana mana. Kalau mak uchu ada boyfriend pun mak uchu angkut mimi sekali. Baru boleh practice jadi keluarga bahagia - gila ke pe namielatif. Takdelah, Mak uchu dah takde masa nak bercinta sekarang ni. Mak uchu graduate dulu and fikir pasal Mimi lagi bagus kan. Hihi. Tapi nanti mak uchu bawak Mimi jalan jalan naik kereta okay dengan Memong. Tapi Mimi kena jadi good girl. Jangan naughty sangat mak uchu tgh drive mimi bukak tingkap sukati nak terjun ke apa. Tak boleh tau. Janji dengan makuchu Mimi jadi goodgirl okay. Nanti mak uchu belanja ice cream apple sour. Sedap tau. Sedap sebab dulu mak uchu kau dating kat college makan ice cream tu. Dulu la. Sekarang tak dah. Emhahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Nanti bila Mimi dah lahir, makuchu mintak maaf awal awal tau kalau makuchu tak ada eh nak tengok mimi from the first day. Tapi Mimi kena tau yang mak uchu dah lama tunggu Mimi lahir. Mimi kan cucu pertama dalam family ni. Sebab tu kitorang semu excited sangat nak tunggu Mimi lahir. Kitorang tau dah Mimi ni hyperactive, sbab masa mimi dalam perut tu je kerja tendang je. Sampai sakit mama Mimi dibuatnye. Kalau Mimi nak tau, mak uchu lah orang yang paling eksaited nak tunggu Mimi lahir. Tetiba naluri kasih sayang kemak eh salah keemak-emakkan makuchu semua dah keluar sipi sipi dah. Tiap tiap malam kalau mak uchu tension ke sedih ke selalu terbayang kalau Mimi ada mesti kurang sikit rasa tension gurau dengan Mimi kan :') Jadi, mak uchu harap nanti Mimi happykan lah bila makuchu sedih tau. Peluk peluk kiss pipi mak uchu eh nanti :* Mak uchu ni nampak je macam tak excited nak tunggu mimi lahir, sebab mak uchu ni ego sikit jarang tunjuk maksud tersirat kat hati. Haha bukan apa makuchu kau ni pemalu. Yikes ! Tapi yang penting mak uchu ada perasaan tau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Nanti kan. Bila Mimi dah bukan toddler, tadika semua sekolah rendah dah habis. Bila Mimi dah jadi anak dara macam mak ucu sekarang ni, Mimi jangan jadi rebellious dekat mama Mimi tau. Mimi belajar elok elok. Mak uchu selalu je ada insyaallah. Lepastu, kalau Mimi ada masalah ke apa, Mimi datang kat mak uchu tau Mimi. Kalau masalah bercinta tu, orang kata mak uchu lah tempat no satu Mimi patut pergi. Tapi terpulang pada Mimi lah tau. Mak uchu ni pendapat pasal percintaan berbeza dengan perangai makuchu. Kot kot Mimi terkejut nanti makcik Mimi yang gangster ni kalau bercinta lembut semacam takut Mimi asik muntah pulak nanti susah la. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi,&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, mak uchu pun taktau mana tetiba cekauu gelaran makuchu ni. Sebab setahu makcuhu gelaaran along angah tokcik tokwan tokteh mak teh semua ni dah takde dah dalam salasilah family kitorang. Terhenti masa dekad berapa entah. Tapi ni mama kau lah punya kerja dia taktahu nak namakan panggilan apa tiba tiba dia kata nanti Mimi tak sabauu nak jumpa makuchu dia yang gangster ni. Comel je kan gelaran makucu tu, sama macam orang nye jugak hkrhrkrhrkhrrhkrhkrkhr :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi, Mimi lahirlah cepat cepat eh sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Mak uchu tak sabar nak tengok Mimi. Nak balik tiap tiap minggu gurau dengan Mimi. Mimi janji dengan mak uchu mimi jadi goodgirl okay. Mimi jangan naughty naughty. Yang penting, Mimi besar nanti jadi orang yang berguna tau Mimi. Mimi jangan hampakan kitorang sekeluarga tau Mimi. Kitorg semua dah tunggu masa je Mimi nak lahir. Insyaallah, kitorang akan cuba yang terbaik untuk jaga mimi walau apa pun yang berlaku okay. Mimi rezeki kita yang terbesar sekarang ni yang buat kita bersyukur sangat. Tiap tiap malam makuchu duduk tengok perut mama kau tunggu kau keluar. Jadi mimi keluarlah cepat eh. Mak uchu tunggu. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam sayang,&lt;br /&gt;Mak uchu kau yang gangster tapi ayu.&lt;br /&gt;March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present. June 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for coming to this world, Syamimi Zoey.&lt;br /&gt;Makuchu promise, i will be the best auntie you'll ever had. I love you muchkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-4027393032356348970?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4027393032356348970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/4027393032356348970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohnamie.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter-to-my-future-niece-syamimi-zoey.html' title='A letter, to my future niece. Syamimi Zoey.'/><author><name>namielatif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06515932281397495865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxxIvEBqiZ0/TrAAnfubkdI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6is_tD5E0ws/s220/2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503816290836238493.post-1875001430213910314</id><published>2011-06-18T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:00:51.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lovers rhapsody.'/><title type='text'>You're worth the battle, but I cant keep fighting all day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llwnxey7yZ1qevm2ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;--When you're not around there's something missing in my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hate looking at myself and realizing that I don't like what I see. I hate looking back at things I did and wondering why i was like that. Every day there's something wrong. Just one trivial thing that can make me feel unhappy for just a moment. It's like it's not even possible to have a day without one bad feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503816290836238493-1875001430213910314?l=ohnamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503816290836238493/posts/default/18
