<?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-4706834581542891309</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:33:40.211+08:00</updated><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Outdoor'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Customs and Traditions'/><category term='Girl Guides'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Celebrities and athletes'/><category term='Dental'/><category term='Movies and tv shows'/><category term='Gadgets and Technologies'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='College'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Events and occasions'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Love and Friendship'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Daily Stories'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Blogosphere'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Current issues'/><category term='My AFS experience'/><category term='Bags'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Triple Dot &amp; Double Exclamation Mark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3776839539504338911</id><published>2012-01-27T15:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:07:55.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stories'/><title type='text'>Happy girl on board!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mze9g20bQyQ/TyJYgAOlAlI/AAAAAAAACS4/LE0UGX8PXzg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-12%2Bat%2B21.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mze9g20bQyQ/TyJYgAOlAlI/AAAAAAAACS4/LE0UGX8PXzg/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-12%2Bat%2B21.47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702217385044673106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail Therapy with my mom, FINALLY! After months of not buying a single clothing item except for undergarments! Hehehehe. ;) I haven't been a shopping person lately. Even my friends kept on saying "Wow she's going out with us and not buying anything. This is not Ha!". Managed to save a lot during my very own"fasting month". I deserve a trophy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for March because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This comes out this March here in Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ELg843Ot9CQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cuci The musical 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea1yLagpDmE/TyJbHNPjZtI/AAAAAAAACTE/KVdg9zdLQ9w/s1600/CUCI-3-A4-Poster-Teaser-LowRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ea1yLagpDmE/TyJbHNPjZtI/AAAAAAAACTE/KVdg9zdLQ9w/s400/CUCI-3-A4-Poster-Teaser-LowRes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702220257576576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3776839539504338911?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3776839539504338911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3776839539504338911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3776839539504338911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3776839539504338911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-girl-on-board.html' title='Happy girl on board!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mze9g20bQyQ/TyJYgAOlAlI/AAAAAAAACS4/LE0UGX8PXzg/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-12%2Bat%2B21.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4547812935835675705</id><published>2012-01-27T15:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:40:55.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Shakirah's E Day!</title><content type='html'>A cousin of mine got engaged the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muBMCrcYiZw/TyJSJXVN2JI/AAAAAAAACQ0/kHZ89DwLWR4/s1600/420257_10151213667870294_515820293_22962101_1875590641_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muBMCrcYiZw/TyJSJXVN2JI/AAAAAAAACQ0/kHZ89DwLWR4/s400/420257_10151213667870294_515820293_22962101_1875590641_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702210399039772818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bWFB6KW1FQ/TyJTHslBepI/AAAAAAAACR8/_5LMwIIyWKA/s1600/404396_10151213662385294_515820293_22962093_819954954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bWFB6KW1FQ/TyJTHslBepI/AAAAAAAACR8/_5LMwIIyWKA/s400/404396_10151213662385294_515820293_22962093_819954954_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702211469895105170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Probably my favourite corner of the day; the dessert &amp; candy corner!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu43FzsKids/TyJS0UT5FTI/AAAAAAAACRw/AO-R1lsvenU/s1600/420547_10151213236455294_515820293_22960734_1074312317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu43FzsKids/TyJS0UT5FTI/AAAAAAAACRw/AO-R1lsvenU/s400/420547_10151213236455294_515820293_22960734_1074312317_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702211136963286322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyIP_DorfQg/TyJSwhCEa-I/AAAAAAAACRk/DoTXNZ9yxnY/s1600/402595_10151213254250294_515820293_22960785_514542320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyIP_DorfQg/TyJSwhCEa-I/AAAAAAAACRk/DoTXNZ9yxnY/s400/402595_10151213254250294_515820293_22960785_514542320_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702211071658716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;An architect's perspective of the perfect hantaran; less is more, not too many language&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWWJzhrMJKc/TyJSdk-4XsI/AAAAAAAACRY/XsPQ5OzrwQo/s1600/405737_10151213270640294_515820293_22960826_1312096927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWWJzhrMJKc/TyJSdk-4XsI/AAAAAAAACRY/XsPQ5OzrwQo/s400/405737_10151213270640294_515820293_22960826_1312096927_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702210746301570754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-_wVixYAM/TyJSQN91VVI/AAAAAAAACRA/CnqbxMppeI4/s1600/420395_10151213599875294_515820293_22961883_225968866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1shkmN0pKeU/TyJTwKf54_I/AAAAAAAACSI/jlaEOG_Gc_k/s400/418720_10151213591075294_515820293_22961860_2019255569_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702212165121467378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sfjBu8Qtb8/TyJUKgGrhLI/AAAAAAAACSg/HYQ9MeXtZlk/s1600/395939_10151213673445294_515820293_22962113_670306530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sfjBu8Qtb8/TyJUKgGrhLI/AAAAAAAACSg/HYQ9MeXtZlk/s400/395939_10151213673445294_515820293_22962113_670306530_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702212617597846706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWxe24oA0I/TyJT-fLgM6I/AAAAAAAACSU/OAQpY0QpwTo/s1600/425854_10151213658420294_515820293_22962079_2113443897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnWxe24oA0I/TyJT-fLgM6I/AAAAAAAACSU/OAQpY0QpwTo/s400/425854_10151213658420294_515820293_22962079_2113443897_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702212411191210914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Hakims&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ndCxjMTa8/TyJUaBPtizI/AAAAAAAACSs/udrvS2QhuZ0/s1600/404346_10151213671855294_515820293_22962111_456851966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6ndCxjMTa8/TyJUaBPtizI/AAAAAAAACSs/udrvS2QhuZ0/s400/404346_10151213671855294_515820293_22962111_456851966_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702212884192135986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Newlyweds&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Congratulations Shakirah! Pictures courtesy of my brother in law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4547812935835675705?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4547812935835675705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4547812935835675705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4547812935835675705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4547812935835675705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/shakirahs-e-day.html' title='Shakirah&apos;s E Day!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-muBMCrcYiZw/TyJSJXVN2JI/AAAAAAAACQ0/kHZ89DwLWR4/s72-c/420257_10151213667870294_515820293_22962101_1875590641_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-965282272647569730</id><published>2012-01-27T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:52:05.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lasagna &amp; Apple Crumble</title><content type='html'>Woke up early this morning, baked brownies by myself and it's delicious! Cleaned the kitchen while waiting for the brownies to be ready. Mama hates her kitchen dirty and messy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, I did mention earlier about learning how to make lasagna and apple crumble with Weda and Deyna. So.. as promised, here are the pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ruzt9BZX5g/TyJFpmJW91I/AAAAAAAACN0/e0Wq8luPBpQ/s1600/379516_2371243276101_1101067308_32248429_478939898_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ruzt9BZX5g/TyJFpmJW91I/AAAAAAAACN0/e0Wq8luPBpQ/s400/379516_2371243276101_1101067308_32248429_478939898_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702196659121223506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhRthlR1fM8/TyJFtNpxSrI/AAAAAAAACOA/LkbEM-Iyvc8/s1600/390069_2371247836215_1101067308_32248438_245985228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhRthlR1fM8/TyJFtNpxSrI/AAAAAAAACOA/LkbEM-Iyvc8/s400/390069_2371247836215_1101067308_32248438_245985228_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702196721265756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Successfully minced the meat myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOCFOLmIsh8/TyJFzut-qAI/AAAAAAAACOM/UuCfmOGcR2M/s1600/385110_2371243676111_1101067308_32248430_1428724113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOCFOLmIsh8/TyJFzut-qAI/AAAAAAAACOM/UuCfmOGcR2M/s400/385110_2371243676111_1101067308_32248430_1428724113_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702196833220995074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaSi2hZal6g/TyJGP950AtI/AAAAAAAACOk/9zucrNM24lU/s1600/375363_2371341278551_1101067308_32248496_2011851159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IaSi2hZal6g/TyJGP950AtI/AAAAAAAACOk/9zucrNM24lU/s400/375363_2371341278551_1101067308_32248496_2011851159_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197318333498066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RIl54TVEoE/TyJG5xUp-JI/AAAAAAAACPg/et-aeU8clUQ/s1600/384656_2371251436305_1101067308_32248445_1423764851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RIl54TVEoE/TyJG5xUp-JI/AAAAAAAACPg/et-aeU8clUQ/s400/384656_2371251436305_1101067308_32248445_1423764851_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198036510931090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLte3E3Y0Qk/TyJGMZrqWrI/AAAAAAAACOY/XCRzHAqRozg/s1600/390044_2371246236175_1101067308_32248435_1513807569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLte3E3Y0Qk/TyJGMZrqWrI/AAAAAAAACOY/XCRzHAqRozg/s400/390044_2371246236175_1101067308_32248435_1513807569_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197257070860978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95cdZFTbdl8/TyJGeZWo3VI/AAAAAAAACO8/YJGK5NJq1UI/s1600/380945_2371250076271_1101067308_32248443_874475336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95cdZFTbdl8/TyJGeZWo3VI/AAAAAAAACO8/YJGK5NJq1UI/s400/380945_2371250076271_1101067308_32248443_874475336_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197566220328274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0xJsYYHDhs/TyJGa1dfljI/AAAAAAAACOw/eMJc1iZBYeg/s1600/385926_2371248876241_1101067308_32248440_2042455239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0xJsYYHDhs/TyJGa1dfljI/AAAAAAAACOw/eMJc1iZBYeg/s400/385926_2371248876241_1101067308_32248440_2042455239_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197505045796402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nV6BZeB0lak/TyJGlxEQpfI/AAAAAAAACPU/b4h9qw2MEH0/s1600/381644_2371256956443_1101067308_32248457_207753140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nV6BZeB0lak/TyJGlxEQpfI/AAAAAAAACPU/b4h9qw2MEH0/s400/381644_2371256956443_1101067308_32248457_207753140_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197692844778994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FARJsOEHeOk/TyJGh8dVZyI/AAAAAAAACPI/G6W0Eu7nHEs/s1600/375392_2371254396379_1101067308_32248452_2058262937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FARJsOEHeOk/TyJGh8dVZyI/AAAAAAAACPI/G6W0Eu7nHEs/s400/375392_2371254396379_1101067308_32248452_2058262937_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702197627183261474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXIvRwxX9iA/TyJHIhzcpxI/AAAAAAAACP4/YP_d-21zhmU/s1600/390177_2371260956543_1101067308_32248468_1316221242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXIvRwxX9iA/TyJHIhzcpxI/AAAAAAAACP4/YP_d-21zhmU/s400/390177_2371260956543_1101067308_32248468_1316221242_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198290043152146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z11BEN2WEXY/TyJHFhBz65I/AAAAAAAACPs/5EcxpoEhN5c/s1600/374074_2371258156473_1101067308_32248461_47741076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z11BEN2WEXY/TyJHFhBz65I/AAAAAAAACPs/5EcxpoEhN5c/s400/374074_2371258156473_1101067308_32248461_47741076_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198238295354258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06tZ5fxzUK4/TyJHSO0sq8I/AAAAAAAACQE/8aZ840PX50E/s1600/374723_2371263116597_1101067308_32248474_436641260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06tZ5fxzUK4/TyJHSO0sq8I/AAAAAAAACQE/8aZ840PX50E/s400/374723_2371263116597_1101067308_32248474_436641260_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198456746814402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Baupgf_Rw/TyJHXQUhabI/AAAAAAAACQQ/R24-QZWFR2o/s1600/384889_2371263556608_1101067308_32248476_520810168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Baupgf_Rw/TyJHXQUhabI/AAAAAAAACQQ/R24-QZWFR2o/s400/384889_2371263556608_1101067308_32248476_520810168_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198543048075698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLC7Lft0jlE/TyJHhEGzWtI/AAAAAAAACQc/4uGX5-wBrpI/s1600/385027_2371265316652_1101067308_32248480_665415958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLC7Lft0jlE/TyJHhEGzWtI/AAAAAAAACQc/4uGX5-wBrpI/s400/385027_2371265316652_1101067308_32248480_665415958_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198711567997650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6biFljzLrw/TyJHnwxcBBI/AAAAAAAACQo/SJWoNwByWZY/s1600/378003_2371265796664_1101067308_32248481_242163451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6biFljzLrw/TyJHnwxcBBI/AAAAAAAACQo/SJWoNwByWZY/s400/378003_2371265796664_1101067308_32248481_242163451_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702198826637198354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Deyna's specialty; apple crumble with vanilla ice cream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Mama and Angah said that they were good. To me, if Angah says that it's good, then you're safe. She's a food-tasting police!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-965282272647569730?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/965282272647569730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=965282272647569730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/965282272647569730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/965282272647569730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/lasagna-apple-crumble.html' title='Lasagna &amp; Apple Crumble'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ruzt9BZX5g/TyJFpmJW91I/AAAAAAAACN0/e0Wq8luPBpQ/s72-c/379516_2371243276101_1101067308_32248429_478939898_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4957794995241390200</id><published>2012-01-23T11:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:00:47.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customs and Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to follow my parents to a Chinese New Year open house. I love open houses during CNY. Especially those red envelopes they give away to single men and women. :B Chinese ang paos are slightly different compared to the Malay duit raya during Aildilfitri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working adults give away duit raya to super senior relatives (senior citizens) and children. Once you start working, you are obliged to give duit raya and you're not going to receive any. The Chinese however, the married ones usually give away ang paos to everyone, regardless age, as long they are not married. So if you're still a bachelor at the age of 50, you must be so damn lucky because you'll keep on receiving ang paos every year, and you don't have to give away ang paos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love today, no traffic jam. It's just that a lot of shops are closed, the ones in shopping malls are open for a short period of time, by nighttime they are all closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znDuqroqpec/TxzUBsbj1EI/AAAAAAAACNk/HLty5JmDCnk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-25%2Bat%2B17.23.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/-znDuqroqpec/TxzUBsbj1EI/AAAAAAAACNk/HLty5JmDCnk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-25%2Bat%2B17.23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700664353915917378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;An attempt of curling my hair&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before it went straight again after half an hour. Have a great break everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4957794995241390200?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4957794995241390200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4957794995241390200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4957794995241390200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4957794995241390200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znDuqroqpec/TxzUBsbj1EI/AAAAAAAACNk/HLty5JmDCnk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-25%2Bat%2B17.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4283281982302328686</id><published>2012-01-21T16:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:56:50.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Life is too short</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things that is so foreign to you, but always happen to someone you're close to, and how you used to think of as silly, now is somehow coming to get you. Things you thought will never ever happen to you, but happens to people around you, are happening to you. Everything that used to be so sweet that used to be the subject of your conversation, turns into monotonous conversations that lead to nothing. And how you used to tell your mom everything about it because you were so into it and now you talk about it no more because you're so scared that it's not going to happen. Each and every time your mom asks about it, or your relatives make fun out of it, you try as hard as possible to jump out of topic because you know it's just going to make you cry because you know that reality is hitting you, and they don't know that it's not what it seems to look like. Not anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would my mom do if she's in my shoes? I should've known from the start. What goes around comes back around.. I don't know if this is because of the mistakes that I've done, and not forgiven for, probably I did hurt someone back then and now I'm eating back my own words. And everything that was set.. all nullified and void.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is to remain silent, and wait, and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4283281982302328686?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4283281982302328686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4283281982302328686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4283281982302328686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4283281982302328686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-9171837627693124753</id><published>2012-01-18T16:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:45:16.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Super hot sunny day</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was my first weekend spent in KY. I regretted every second of it because I felt very unproductive! It was a super lazy Sunday and I didn't know what to do because apparently those who stayed back spent their day sleeping, to patch up all the sleepless nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, it made me seem less manja and more independent, well at least from my parents' perspective. I got all the "hahh, boleh pun tahan tak balik!" or "see, it's not that bad.." etc but I still got "rindu mama dah ke.. mama pun rindu ha!" and "tak miss my armpit?" (my dad) that got me all teary. Sigh. Have to grow stronger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the weekend here also means lots of laundry for me, all piled up inside the laundry basket, waiting to be washed. It's okay, I'll just bring them all home and yeah let the washing machine work its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got a new company running the laundry service, and I can say that they are reasonably good. We can now send for dry cleaning and ironing! The limit is still the same, 6 clothing items at once. Still not enough for me. The week has been good, despite all the mengada calls to my mum, endless tweets to my sister Hanis. I AM HOMESICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to be home for a week for Chinese New Year. I've got my retail therapy sessions planned. Just what I need.. I can't remember the last time I bought an outfit -__- Can't wait to be home and eat good food and sleep on my latex bed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 days of classes to go, and yet I don't think I have anything to wear besides the jubah and kebaya. I've worn all of the casual ones throughout the week and they're all unwashed. I guess I'll stick to kebaya, jubah, my AzuraAzwa hairband and my usual shoes. Need some new clothes, seriously -__- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll reconsider the hairband though.. Mikhail called me "dutch lady" first thing in the morning, when I entered the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0NB7h73XY/TxaKh3f6MQI/AAAAAAAACNY/lkSF2StmHTc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-04%2Bat%2B16.53%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0NB7h73XY/TxaKh3f6MQI/AAAAAAAACNY/lkSF2StmHTc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-04%2Bat%2B16.53%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698894692922044674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dutch lady?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-9171837627693124753?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/9171837627693124753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=9171837627693124753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9171837627693124753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9171837627693124753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/super-hot-sunny-day.html' title='Super hot sunny day'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0NB7h73XY/TxaKh3f6MQI/AAAAAAAACNY/lkSF2StmHTc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-04%2Bat%2B16.53%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5588882739528763623</id><published>2012-01-16T17:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:38:35.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Hijab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQALiR9iBew/TxP81zAPwiI/AAAAAAAACNM/oGCQXDMdxvs/s1600/hijab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQALiR9iBew/TxP81zAPwiI/AAAAAAAACNM/oGCQXDMdxvs/s400/hijab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698175954708316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;picture : thesaltlist.wordpress.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but somehow I suddenly had an urge to blog about this during class. I wasn't concentration during the last 15 minutes of class. Come on.. Triple blocks of Economics. Don't get me wrong, I love econs, I love Mr. Conquest and his northern England accent etc. It's just that my mind drifted off the subject for a while. :b But I guess I have to mention this because it was the highlight of today's class; Mr. Conquest farted in class. It's nothing out of the norm but yeah he's so cute so I guess it made the whole thing just now seemed funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess what I'm going to say basically, starts here. Ever since I got my period I understood perfectly that as a Muslim woman, I am obliged to cover my body, my hair etc. They are not suppose to be exposed to anyone except for Muslim women and my own mahram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hijab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really don't mind performing the compulsory 5-times-a-day prayer, fast during the month of Ramadhan and other wajib things but this one.. This is one thing that I think I need some time for. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the girl who covers her hair with hijab only on specific occasions, or the girl who wears her hijab whenever she likes, and not wear one whenever she feels like not wearing it. You know, wear the hijab to class or to work, but goes out in tube dresses, not covering up etc. Or wear the hijab at a young age, then gradually taking it off and ends up not wearing one at all. Sekejap pakai, sekejap buka. I am not ready for that. What I know is by the time I start covering my hair with hijab, it will be permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wear one, I want to be very concerned about it, might even consider breastfeeding my sisters' kids, or have my own kids breastfed by them so that my kids and theirs will be Rada or "milk-suckling mahrams; like normal siblings, same aurat boundaries etc. You know, doing it with all my will and not halfheartedly. It' not that I don't want to wear the hijab, I want to, and I will, InshaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared that if I wear it now (when I'm not ready), then I will be tempted to wear skin-baring clothes which are actually my daily clothes currently. I'm not going to comment about wearing super skin-baring clothes, you know the mini skirt, tube top, hot pants because yeah I myself wore a tube dress to Prom, I would have to admit it. Up to a certain point, there is a possibility that you'd wear things that you never thought you would. But I try not to do it so much nowadays because yeah my mum doesn't like it, Zhafir doesn't like it and I am very sure I myself don't like it very much when the rempits start going "ooh and aah" or starts whistling "pheewit" etc when I walk pass them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Zulaikha and Lyn started wearing the hijab a few months ago and Masha Allah, both of them look so beautiful and I am very happy for them. I guess there's no more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I don't want to start wearing the hijab now because I don't want to wear it during my wedding so that I can style up my hair"  &lt;/span&gt;eh Zulaikha? :b Anyway I know you're going to read this sooner or later, so yeah you look stunning Zulaikha, same goes to you, Lyn. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5588882739528763623?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5588882739528763623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5588882739528763623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5588882739528763623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5588882739528763623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/hijab.html' title='Hijab'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQALiR9iBew/TxP81zAPwiI/AAAAAAAACNM/oGCQXDMdxvs/s72-c/hijab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6862017633185075838</id><published>2012-01-11T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:10:34.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that we have pet families in our respective houses here in KY? So.. My pet brother got offers from the universities of his choice including University of Cambridge and Imperial College. Soooo happy form him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still wondering about what will happen to my uni application soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6862017633185075838?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6862017633185075838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6862017633185075838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6862017633185075838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6862017633185075838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-914904097330885176</id><published>2012-01-11T18:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:10:50.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It has been just two days here but I can say that I miss home quite terribly already. However, at the same time, I very much don't feel like going home because I need to get used to the situation of waking up in KY during short weekends. I need to do this, there's no much time left, AS is really near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14.5 (January intake) students just arrived, lots of new faces. The chalet opposite of mine is finally occupied. Planned to drop by and say hi tonight. Two things that I've missed so much about KY that I can finally get a grasp of; its tranquility and its people. Yes, very much educated people whom I call friends. Friends who talk more about reality, lots of value-adding talks rather than empty talks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better as a person here because yeah I know where my sejadah and telekung are, I pray more than I do at home, and yeah I know where my Quran is. I don't read it out loud on a daily basis but yeah, sometimes at times before I sleep I open up my Quran and read its translation. Surah Annisa' has got to be my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I vowed to study harder, for now I don't think I've been doing enough. I hope all those laziness will leave and the momentum will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-914904097330885176?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/914904097330885176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=914904097330885176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/914904097330885176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/914904097330885176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2546250873456701833</id><published>2012-01-08T23:22:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:54:13.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all-boys boy meets all-girls girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sglrOg3Fi4A/Twm6ICMyaqI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SmrmmLI169M/s1600/RUD_8772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sglrOg3Fi4A/Twm6ICMyaqI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SmrmmLI169M/s400/RUD_8772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695287850978929314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kla-U5X7c38/Twm5T9Fu5_I/AAAAAAAACL4/Z5GYSfUwIS8/s1600/RUD_8749.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/-kla-U5X7c38/Twm5T9Fu5_I/AAAAAAAACL4/Z5GYSfUwIS8/s400/RUD_8749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695286956253964274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m8cXMvkSmJY/Twm5yozj1vI/AAAAAAAACME/ojFX5nAzaIs/s1600/RUD_9257.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/-m8cXMvkSmJY/Twm5yozj1vI/AAAAAAAACME/ojFX5nAzaIs/s400/RUD_9257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695287483384977138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wpku6Y4FIs/Twm7vjBf_EI/AAAAAAAACM0/hJ98MkzSD8A/s1600/RUD_9628.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/-2Wpku6Y4FIs/Twm7vjBf_EI/AAAAAAAACM0/hJ98MkzSD8A/s400/RUD_9628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695289629316480066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns4lmlFm198/Twm7apzDGtI/AAAAAAAACMo/69P_AowzjZU/s1600/RUD_9579.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/-Ns4lmlFm198/Twm7apzDGtI/AAAAAAAACMo/69P_AowzjZU/s400/RUD_9579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695289270357662418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b--pL6nDmoY/Twm4cGNneMI/AAAAAAAACLs/_zr-nvNy9X4/s1600/RUD_9776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b--pL6nDmoY/Twm4cGNneMI/AAAAAAAACLs/_zr-nvNy9X4/s400/RUD_9776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695285996630276290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_2eF-FXIUo/Twm6hwZJtyI/AAAAAAAACMc/vDwU2kihWAA/s1600/RUD_0600.JPG"&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/-o_2eF-FXIUo/Twm6hwZJtyI/AAAAAAAACMc/vDwU2kihWAA/s400/RUD_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695288292875548450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that change when your sister gets married. Yes, especially if we're so used to not having any male except for our dad and.. the cat in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never barge into her room, in this case now it's their room. Strictly knock!&lt;br /&gt;2. You can no longer walk around the house in just your bath towel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your sister wears nice sleepwear every night when you know she used to wear ugly torn old t-shirts to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. My mum cooks nearly every day! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;5. You can no longer lie down on her bed, snuggle under her duvet etc because your grandma had warned you "jangan nak baring baring dekat katil pengantin!"&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dad has company. Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your house has a new alarm keeper. You no longer bother to walk out of the room and check the alarm monitor whenever the alarm has been triggered.&lt;br /&gt;8. You wear decent clothes at home, not too skin-baring.&lt;br /&gt;9. You have to try your best to make your brother in law feel comfortable at home. Especially when you know his siblings are all boys.&lt;br /&gt;10. No funny-stricly-girls jokes in front of your brother in law. Well, since we want him to feel comfortable around us!&lt;br /&gt;11. There are extra kind pelikats and male outfits when you do the laundry. Male clothes that are not from your dad's closet.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a diet friend! We coincidentally bought the same fat-free food. Same apples!&lt;br /&gt;13. Breakfast is always on the table early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;14. Extra cars at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2546250873456701833?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2546250873456701833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2546250873456701833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2546250873456701833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2546250873456701833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-all-boys-boy-meets-all-girls-girl.html' title='When all-boys boy meets all-girls girl!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sglrOg3Fi4A/Twm6ICMyaqI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SmrmmLI169M/s72-c/RUD_8772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1132473367473094766</id><published>2012-01-03T15:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:36:26.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>I might be a little emo but..</title><content type='html'>Yes, I might be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everybody, yes everybody for last year. Thank you so much to my parents for sending me to college, my route to UK would've ended there if it weren't for both of you. Thank you so much to my siblings and my extended family for your full support. Thank you Mama for the endless talks we had during my super long after SPM break. Thank you for the sponsored hotel room during Bruno Mars' concert, sponsored flight ticket and expenses to Singapore, for your love, and yeah.. everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zhafir, for filling up most of my days throughout 2011. You are a god sent and I am so glad to have you, even if you're so far away now. Meeting and talking to you back after so long that eventually led to something special that has never been planned.. Well it's destiny. If everything goes well, Insha Allah we'll see each other again. "Five years" is a challenge, but I know, and I believe that god will unite us one day in a legal and Halal way if we're meant to be. Again, Insha Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my hometown friends, for being there each and every weekend after my stressful weekdays in KY. Those breakfast trips to Pappa Rich, sleepovers, concerts, vacations etc, I appreciate them all. There are no other friends that my family knows personally, know their names and make an effort to get to know their parents the way that they know you people personally. Thank you for the beautiful memories we've made throughout high school, I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for you people. You know who you are. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my beloved teachers for teaching me and telling me how hard everything's going to be and this is not high school anymore. Thank you for waking me up and making me realise what reality really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my KY friends, especially my chalet mates for bearing with me. You girls are usually the first group of people that I complain about my days to. Thank you to my fellow KYUEM-ians, who taught me the meaning of sisterhood and brother-sisterhood in a boarding school. We only have each other as entertainment in a secluded place like Lembah Beringin. Thank you for the endless amount of laughter and happiness you guys have brought into my life when my days get rough and when I miss home so much. Thank you for the effort to come to my sister's wedding last December. I was truly surprised. One came all the way from Melaka, another one came all the way from Terengganu etc, and the others, sampai sesat sesat. I know we all don't live close to each other so yeah, thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that even half of the people mentioned are reading this but if you happen to read this, please know that you have a special place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1132473367473094766?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1132473367473094766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1132473367473094766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1132473367473094766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1132473367473094766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-might-be-little-emo-but.html' title='I might be a little emo but..'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5458997006666087867</id><published>2012-01-02T20:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:59:07.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Guys will always be guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me : I am bored! Suggest me something to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhafir : Ummmm spa, threading, waxing..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr seriously? Spa is acceptable..But I don't do threading and waxing for fun -________-  They're painful! Me talking to him about spa, threading and waxing = him talking to me about rugby. It's as if we speak two different languages. Still love you though. :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5458997006666087867?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5458997006666087867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5458997006666087867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5458997006666087867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5458997006666087867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/guys-will-always-be-guys.html' title='Guys will always be guys'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6192645575701575403</id><published>2012-01-01T19:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:33:40.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>1/1/2012</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, my first day of 2012 went well. I do not have any specific new year's resolutions, since each and every year, my resolutions don't actually resolve so yeah. I do have things that I would want to do, but I am better off this way; keeping it to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOK6QS8YUlo/TwF-P_pHpKI/AAAAAAAACJc/B4LVUCRV7ZA/s1600/9b9436a633a511e19896123138142014_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOK6QS8YUlo/TwF-P_pHpKI/AAAAAAAACJc/B4LVUCRV7ZA/s400/9b9436a633a511e19896123138142014_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692970217220056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fie0zQ3i1W8/TwF-L6Qp-aI/AAAAAAAACJQ/U55ZkLMWcWo/s1600/7dce6dd033a511e180c9123138016265_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fie0zQ3i1W8/TwF-L6Qp-aI/AAAAAAAACJQ/U55ZkLMWcWo/s400/7dce6dd033a511e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692970147055794594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoZYkW8rYXM/TwGAkWkS4EI/AAAAAAAACKw/BLj9bJZ2kCU/s1600/391973_10150501529964490_775549489_8578547_1037204963_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DoZYkW8rYXM/TwGAkWkS4EI/AAAAAAAACKw/BLj9bJZ2kCU/s400/391973_10150501529964490_775549489_8578547_1037204963_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692972765994475586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v46m1CH13XA/TwF-0mqanBI/AAAAAAAACJo/6DC8zz-j1ZI/s1600/386219_10150501529099490_775549489_8578534_1754400419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v46m1CH13XA/TwF-0mqanBI/AAAAAAAACJo/6DC8zz-j1ZI/s400/386219_10150501529099490_775549489_8578534_1754400419_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692970846169766930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New year's eve, I learnt how to marinate chicken and lamb, and grill them. I learnt how to cut the chicken into a few parts and man, it was a big step for me. Mai is a good teacher, she's so mummy-ish! I have never really cooked, I help my mom now and then but she prefers me to clean up the mess after cooking rather than do the cooking itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, we stayed at Lydia's Bandar Enstek, Sepang house for the night. I am so in love with that house! Everything in one floor. Big garden, big porch, nice and relaxing environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMMvbFC1IhE/TwGABZUvyDI/AAAAAAAACKk/MNK_vqQqhcc/s1600/DSC_0642.JPG"&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/-bMMvbFC1IhE/TwGABZUvyDI/AAAAAAAACKk/MNK_vqQqhcc/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692972165439146034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYbnkBuaYVo/TwF_qZOnRuI/AAAAAAAACKY/19VRfkBB0q8/s1600/DSC_0639.JPG"&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/-OYbnkBuaYVo/TwF_qZOnRuI/AAAAAAAACKY/19VRfkBB0q8/s400/DSC_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692971770276431586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYLKrvHy81s/TwF--EVbHPI/AAAAAAAACKA/esp9-5DY-zo/s1600/406316_10150501533024490_775549489_8578586_965652527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYLKrvHy81s/TwF--EVbHPI/AAAAAAAACKA/esp9-5DY-zo/s400/406316_10150501533024490_775549489_8578586_965652527_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692971008753605874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spNgPF39Xxc/TwF-5-9MqnI/AAAAAAAACJ0/c6s5FfcYvis/s1600/377406_10150501531624490_775549489_8578566_41393320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spNgPF39Xxc/TwF-5-9MqnI/AAAAAAAACJ0/c6s5FfcYvis/s400/377406_10150501531624490_775549489_8578566_41393320_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692970938590341746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a single storey bungalow, with a big yard. The neighbourhood is very quiet and peaceful, also very new. A good place for a weekend home / holiday home. Hardly any mosquitoes and air pollution. We did grocery shopping and grilled the chicken, lamb and some meat. Lydia baked brownies, Lyn and Zulaikha did the cleaning. The boys came at 11 pm ++, brought some mini fireworks and yeah that's how I spent my new year, with my high school friends. There were aound 18 of us that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-LFhoAhNRA/TwF_IGl0ptI/AAAAAAAACKM/UaNEghkEQ50/s1600/395679_10150501533544490_775549489_8578594_1190834081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-LFhoAhNRA/TwF_IGl0ptI/AAAAAAAACKM/UaNEghkEQ50/s400/395679_10150501533544490_775549489_8578594_1190834081_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692971181157951186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple celebration, more to having good food, and mingling with some friends from school, just like old times. No clubbing, partying etc involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pictures courtesy of Lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring night.. And yet I slept at 7.30 am! At the end of this post, you'll know why :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to do this all in one post so.. New year also means new number for my Weda! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeZ7FpqQzws/TwGDgJduMPI/AAAAAAAACLg/RzYhTVWIgsY/s1600/308162_2371671086796_1101067308_32248664_1263158558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeZ7FpqQzws/TwGDgJduMPI/AAAAAAAACLg/RzYhTVWIgsY/s400/308162_2371671086796_1101067308_32248664_1263158558_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692975992292651250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to one of my closest friends in KY, and to the best baker I've ever met. Happy 19th birthday girl! &lt;3 Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale..Exhale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part from that, to me New Year mostly means another year with Zhafir. We don't really have any official date, but we regard every first of January as "our date" simply because everything started on the first of January last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NtQkZeVRUo/TwGBFDXRdVI/AAAAAAAACK8/FM7UkcxP8VE/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-01-01%2Bat%2B6.14.03%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NtQkZeVRUo/TwGBFDXRdVI/AAAAAAAACK8/FM7UkcxP8VE/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-01-01%2Bat%2B6.14.03%2BAM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692973327775266130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRwmF0ITwhU/TwGBcLCM-LI/AAAAAAAACLI/HIPZ8yZmAI0/s1600/401738_10150498770504490_775549489_8561356_511379132_n-1.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/-ZRwmF0ITwhU/TwGBcLCM-LI/AAAAAAAACLI/HIPZ8yZmAI0/s400/401738_10150498770504490_775549489_8561356_511379132_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692973724971366578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQwgHiXZeng/TwGCb-MXIkI/AAAAAAAACLU/ZsDoxHbGv7M/s1600/389981_10150499036189490_775549489_8562804_675730895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQwgHiXZeng/TwGCb-MXIkI/AAAAAAAACLU/ZsDoxHbGv7M/s400/389981_10150499036189490_775549489_8562804_675730895_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692974821035942466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought us a cake for our first anniversary. One year. I can't believe it myself. Time really flies! It's a cake that I don't get to eat, because it's in India! So yeah.. Have fun Zhafir's friends, eating my cake.. Uhuh.. &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To be continued..&lt;/span&gt; (The last part of this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6192645575701575403?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6192645575701575403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6192645575701575403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6192645575701575403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6192645575701575403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2012/01/112012_01.html' title='1/1/2012'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOK6QS8YUlo/TwF-P_pHpKI/AAAAAAAACJc/B4LVUCRV7ZA/s72-c/9b9436a633a511e19896123138142014_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5382373956975304629</id><published>2011-12-30T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:22:46.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>I'm counting the seconds until you break the silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjWpIuhVx3w/Tvyh4J-ws_I/AAAAAAAACI8/pPWq-T2ryGI/s1600/377377_224730844271267_100002030588650_505520_111697768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjWpIuhVx3w/Tvyh4J-ws_I/AAAAAAAACI8/pPWq-T2ryGI/s400/377377_224730844271267_100002030588650_505520_111697768_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691602015213368306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoY7OOrITSI/TvyaOzHouSI/AAAAAAAACII/dS1bjaTtIJE/s1600/406808_224588394285512_100002030588650_505050_1641595090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoY7OOrITSI/TvyaOzHouSI/AAAAAAAACII/dS1bjaTtIJE/s400/406808_224588394285512_100002030588650_505050_1641595090_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691593608120547618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no5CXD7dH38/TvyZqiBDz2I/AAAAAAAACH8/BTuBeqB2adU/s1600/386080_224588467618838_100002030588650_505051_1806678621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-no5CXD7dH38/TvyZqiBDz2I/AAAAAAAACH8/BTuBeqB2adU/s400/386080_224588467618838_100002030588650_505051_1806678621_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691592985054269282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with my KY friends today. Made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since one of my friend's in Mecca, I can' help but to feel that I want to be there too! I want to witness the momentous days of being there. Even if I am not there, I hope that my prayers will be answered, even though I know that it'd be better if I do it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise that whenever I feel hurt and in despair, crying myself to sleep won't solve the problem, dwelling about it won't make me feel better, posting it up on twitter won't as well guarantee what prayers and seeking help from god,  has got to offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always, the best listener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5382373956975304629?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5382373956975304629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5382373956975304629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5382373956975304629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5382373956975304629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-counting-seconds-until-you-break.html' title='I&apos;m counting the seconds until you break the silence'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjWpIuhVx3w/Tvyh4J-ws_I/AAAAAAAACI8/pPWq-T2ryGI/s72-c/377377_224730844271267_100002030588650_505520_111697768_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2738930976151655423</id><published>2011-12-29T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:34:49.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>A Twist in My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The whispers turn to shouting&lt;br /&gt;The shouting turns to tears&lt;br /&gt;Your tears turn into laughter&lt;br /&gt;And it takes away our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2738930976151655423?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2738930976151655423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2738930976151655423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2738930976151655423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2738930976151655423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/twist-in-my-story.html' title='A Twist in My Story'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6233281097974753724</id><published>2011-12-28T19:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:58:49.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Still 2011</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, done with all receptions, both our side and my brother in law's side. My sister and her husband are currently in Bali for their honeymoon. My second sister and I made a joke about buying two last minute tickets, sit at the backmost seats and be super kepoh, take pictures of the newlyweds on their honeymoon. Of course it didn't happen, we needed cash to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b47LSDMPHe4/TvsF_jCoyLI/AAAAAAAACHY/a_R-LzwDL1k/s1600/383708_10150485167849490_775549489_8497469_1088833999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b47LSDMPHe4/TvsF_jCoyLI/AAAAAAAACHY/a_R-LzwDL1k/s400/383708_10150485167849490_775549489_8497469_1088833999_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691149143408953522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wore : Empire cut dress designed by Anna&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEHyfRPuzmg/TvsGGrrbYvI/AAAAAAAACHw/PlAfgrR-HdM/s1600/380968_10150485166849490_775549489_8497465_934309277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEHyfRPuzmg/TvsGGrrbYvI/AAAAAAAACHw/PlAfgrR-HdM/s400/380968_10150485166849490_775549489_8497465_934309277_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691149265986609906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqQ6Dw_2lVE/TvsGDfqZTqI/AAAAAAAACHk/o2gbdEQQEC4/s1600/387975_10150485166064490_775549489_8497461_1374390822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqQ6Dw_2lVE/TvsGDfqZTqI/AAAAAAAACHk/o2gbdEQQEC4/s400/387975_10150485166064490_775549489_8497461_1374390822_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691149211221446306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third attempt of curling my hair for the KGNS reception and it worked, finally. And that included half and hour of having super bouncy maggie hair before the curls loosened up into big curls that I wanted. The hairstylist was about to give up doing my hair.. I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyay, I just read the letter from our headmaster, Mr. Donald Wilkinson that has been posted to my house, together with 2012 college calender. Damn it my vacation at home is about to end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done half the things that I wanted to do. I wanted to finish at least a book, didn't happen. You know during my high school days I could finish a book in a few days but now, I keep on flipping through the pages, read two pages, put a bookmark, leave the book somewhere else and forget everything about it. Sigh. I feel so old, I can't even stay up late at night to do revision. It's as if my brain shuts down at 12 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6233281097974753724?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6233281097974753724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6233281097974753724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6233281097974753724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6233281097974753724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-2011.html' title='Still 2011'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b47LSDMPHe4/TvsF_jCoyLI/AAAAAAAACHY/a_R-LzwDL1k/s72-c/383708_10150485167849490_775549489_8497469_1088833999_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1232425015495578575</id><published>2011-12-24T01:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:53:07.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Just a thought that crossed my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am a sinner. I did bad things, I missed my prayers countless of times, no doubt. But I can still remember what my ustazah in form 5 said to me; even if the amount of sins that you have committed are as high as the mountains, always bear in mind that you should always look for a good man, someone who is better than yourself. So what traits should you look in a man? Someone who is very particular with his relationship with Allah S.W.T., loves his family especially his mother, in a way  that you want to be treated and loved by your own children. Someone who does not miss his prayers and knows his responsibility to tell you to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my sister has found hers. Welcome to the family Abang Ashraf, so happy and glad to have you in our family. Please guide my sister, for her paradise lies beneath your feet. and I hope the love that you guys have for each other stays... till you reach Jannah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1232425015495578575?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1232425015495578575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1232425015495578575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1232425015495578575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1232425015495578575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-thought-that-crossed-my-mind.html' title='Just a thought that crossed my mind'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6497699105135343367</id><published>2011-12-22T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:30:36.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>No you can't reach that lizard, honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTmj9-X2fnA/TvK3VIdSdJI/AAAAAAAACHM/pI4RfHlHhjc/s1600/x2_9d627c4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTmj9-X2fnA/TvK3VIdSdJI/AAAAAAAACHM/pI4RfHlHhjc/s400/x2_9d627c4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688810852997821586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't believe it myself, but I am starting to miss college so much! It has always been the other way round, me missing home etc but this time it's for real; I am KYsick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6497699105135343367?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6497699105135343367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6497699105135343367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6497699105135343367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6497699105135343367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-you-cant-reach-that-lizard-honey.html' title='No you can&apos;t reach that lizard, honey!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTmj9-X2fnA/TvK3VIdSdJI/AAAAAAAACHM/pI4RfHlHhjc/s72-c/x2_9d627c4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6419160574610083484</id><published>2011-12-22T11:28:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:47:43.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customs and Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Rewang</title><content type='html'>If you ask me, my answer would have been very easy; outsource everything. However, unlike what I had in mind, we did a lot of things ourselves instead, as my family still practises Rewang. When my sister got married, everybody wanted to be a part of it. That's what we call Rewang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewang is a traditional Javanese custom; when family members and neighbours from within the kampong come to help for big events such as Weddings and Majlis Aqiqah. Simple food like cakes, tea and coffee were provided for those who came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how we ended doing malam nikah door gifts, hantaran, guest book, sign board and bridal room ourselves. We did, outsource big things like canopies, pelamin and food. Of course we don't have enough hands to do all of the workload! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmKGXf8pUj8/TvKp4TnlTYI/AAAAAAAACD0/NuVwQuGuiXw/s1600/390286_10150467781244490_775549489_8431886_1821605028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmKGXf8pUj8/TvKp4TnlTYI/AAAAAAAACD0/NuVwQuGuiXw/s400/390286_10150467781244490_775549489_8431886_1821605028_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688796064126422402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42JzmMyzZDQ/TvKqArR1_qI/AAAAAAAACEA/Km_6OwHEoDY/s1600/381336_10150467776959490_775549489_8431862_748845618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42JzmMyzZDQ/TvKqArR1_qI/AAAAAAAACEA/Km_6OwHEoDY/s400/381336_10150467776959490_775549489_8431862_748845618_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688796207916646050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wedding guest book by yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvubjhiiIFQ/TvK2PeBxHgI/AAAAAAAACHA/27EAGWvPAVw/s1600/408761_10150471232309490_775549489_8444219_952511002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvubjhiiIFQ/TvK2PeBxHgI/AAAAAAAACHA/27EAGWvPAVw/s400/408761_10150471232309490_775549489_8444219_952511002_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688809656197127682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Lets Congratulate the Newlyweds" sign by Inaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X6gVaAr2uk/TvKqw254DNI/AAAAAAAACEM/_2Y8v082Cng/s1600/383840_10150467787439490_775549489_8431938_944140478_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X6gVaAr2uk/TvKqw254DNI/AAAAAAAACEM/_2Y8v082Cng/s400/383840_10150467787439490_775549489_8431938_944140478_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688797035671063762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sign Board by Pak Lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt6hfyn2YoY/TvKrY2SdI1I/AAAAAAAACEk/6suFogmxtpY/s1600/405271_10150479131669490_775549489_8474626_121990248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt6hfyn2YoY/TvKrY2SdI1I/AAAAAAAACEk/6suFogmxtpY/s400/405271_10150479131669490_775549489_8474626_121990248_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688797722700489554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iBaSv5ieUo/TvKrImYNXrI/AAAAAAAACEY/pVYik15ADe8/s1600/379947_10150468503169490_775549489_8434129_2104822485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iBaSv5ieUo/TvKrImYNXrI/AAAAAAAACEY/pVYik15ADe8/s400/379947_10150468503169490_775549489_8434129_2104822485_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688797443551747762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Corsages by Sha, Bella, Cik Fuza and others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPfVSc_byyM/TvKr8ZwEOwI/AAAAAAAACEw/CBPRdA42hfA/s1600/386735_10150470211149490_775549489_8439246_268514077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPfVSc_byyM/TvKr8ZwEOwI/AAAAAAAACEw/CBPRdA42hfA/s400/386735_10150470211149490_775549489_8439246_268514077_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688798333515348738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSBa7YT8shY/TvKsCzwlSgI/AAAAAAAACE8/1eSf85QsKLc/s1600/384112_10150470206884490_775549489_8439198_115806767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSBa7YT8shY/TvKsCzwlSgI/AAAAAAAACE8/1eSf85QsKLc/s400/384112_10150470206884490_775549489_8439198_115806767_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688798443576052226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiWYS0TW-tw/TvKsH0Yj2uI/AAAAAAAACFI/VQZyCiQ7Lmo/s1600/388631_10150470478449490_775549489_8440387_1352969946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiWYS0TW-tw/TvKsH0Yj2uI/AAAAAAAACFI/VQZyCiQ7Lmo/s400/388631_10150470478449490_775549489_8440387_1352969946_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688798529643076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plxNDqvH4xs/TvKsVbsH2zI/AAAAAAAACFg/-prtkzTHOL4/s1600/387635_10150470220074490_775549489_8439290_1296591434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plxNDqvH4xs/TvKsVbsH2zI/AAAAAAAACFg/-prtkzTHOL4/s400/387635_10150470220074490_775549489_8439290_1296591434_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688798763532409650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hantaran by Angah and Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6pps1Lq8UU/TvKsss7IYaI/AAAAAAAACFs/oyudWNvzJf0/s1600/387980_10150471083309490_775549489_8443380_46445766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6pps1Lq8UU/TvKsss7IYaI/AAAAAAAACFs/oyudWNvzJf0/s400/387980_10150471083309490_775549489_8443380_46445766_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688799163295752610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gubahan Bunga and Decorations for Bridal Room by Angah, Mummy, Mama, Nenek and Along herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EADYljy6gv0/TvKtAfs-xPI/AAAAAAAACF4/QuQi6OHtMjc/s1600/375443_10150479132789490_775549489_8474627_242767514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EADYljy6gv0/TvKtAfs-xPI/AAAAAAAACF4/QuQi6OHtMjc/s400/375443_10150479132789490_775549489_8474627_242767514_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688799503344125170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rewang food by Mama, Nek Cik and Nek Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym3ze4s4Bt4/TvKtnsAE6cI/AAAAAAAACGE/YS1ubyu_DGE/s1600/394275_10150470189709490_775549489_8439048_1160323926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym3ze4s4Bt4/TvKtnsAE6cI/AAAAAAAACGE/YS1ubyu_DGE/s400/394275_10150470189709490_775549489_8439048_1160323926_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688800176660343234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cake by Auntie Asma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXuU6eXUQwE/TvKvfHg5GiI/AAAAAAAACGQ/rpfrc_Y6bRw/s1600/395522_10150479179214490_775549489_8474794_1140593651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXuU6eXUQwE/TvKvfHg5GiI/AAAAAAAACGQ/rpfrc_Y6bRw/s400/395522_10150479179214490_775549489_8474794_1140593651_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688802228450171426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Malam Nikah Door Gifts by Yours truly, Mummy, Weda and Deyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAICKY4RgU8/TvKv3IE2y0I/AAAAAAAACGc/9Y0yXZpPkh4/s1600/388655_10150479181169490_775549489_8474801_1898122990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAICKY4RgU8/TvKv3IE2y0I/AAAAAAAACGc/9Y0yXZpPkh4/s400/388655_10150479181169490_775549489_8474801_1898122990_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688802640917875522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZD3dGDVbRE/TvKv8rAGJnI/AAAAAAAACGo/W6PGJOtArds/s1600/396976_10150479182279490_775549489_8474805_389514963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZD3dGDVbRE/TvKv8rAGJnI/AAAAAAAACGo/W6PGJOtArds/s400/396976_10150479182279490_775549489_8474805_389514963_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688802736192497266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cleaning and Carpet Crew Abang Ajib, Ayen and Nabil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fb4sdC2g24/TvKx1LkeHdI/AAAAAAAACG0/XT1H0tZMRHQ/s1600/386130_10150469691369490_775549489_8437511_786507131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fb4sdC2g24/TvKx1LkeHdI/AAAAAAAACG0/XT1H0tZMRHQ/s400/386130_10150469691369490_775549489_8437511_786507131_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688804806519299538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Henna Touch Up by Ainil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a part of the team! So a big thank you for those who helped, so many things would have been undone without you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6419160574610083484?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6419160574610083484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6419160574610083484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6419160574610083484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6419160574610083484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/rewang.html' title='Rewang'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmKGXf8pUj8/TvKp4TnlTYI/AAAAAAAACD0/NuVwQuGuiXw/s72-c/390286_10150467781244490_775549489_8431886_1821605028_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1271693919215626552</id><published>2011-12-21T14:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:46:16.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>I've got a brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4icOiewyYc/TvF7HzsVmqI/AAAAAAAACDQ/g7RQgdVa0Fo/s1600/RUD_8584.JPG"&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/-c4icOiewyYc/TvF7HzsVmqI/AAAAAAAACDQ/g7RQgdVa0Fo/s400/RUD_8584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688463178411121314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pelamin Malam Nikah (Solemnization)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5qzbcIlDmw/TvF5_uvS1hI/AAAAAAAACDE/WdqzgYjRkXM/s1600/RUD_8588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5qzbcIlDmw/TvF5_uvS1hI/AAAAAAAACDE/WdqzgYjRkXM/s400/RUD_8588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688461940130764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, my sister is married! I've got a brother! Solemnization and Reception went well. It was a beautiful wedding, overall. I've got lots of phone calls, tweets and messages from a lot of people telling me their satisfaction of the food, and telling me that the wedding was nice, from the food, canopies, decoration, pelamin, hantaran, guest book, door gifts down to small things like the selection of songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxf6Q4XlpTY/TvF7Wqiw4CI/AAAAAAAACDc/ug01fwJiCGI/s1600/RUD_8577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxf6Q4XlpTY/TvF7Wqiw4CI/AAAAAAAACDc/ug01fwJiCGI/s400/RUD_8577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688463433653084194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guest Book Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p-nOceCyis/TvF7imLAx7I/AAAAAAAACDo/msvWO6NsgVk/s1600/RUD_8576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p-nOceCyis/TvF7imLAx7I/AAAAAAAACDo/msvWO6NsgVk/s400/RUD_8576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688463638638151602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is knowing that we did the hantaran ourselves, together with malam nikah door gifts and bridal room decorations. I shall post about the preparation, the Solemnization, Majlis Berinai Besar and Reception itself. Will also recommend the people in charge of the wedding especially our beloved caterer, Kak Tinie whose team did a very good job of handling the food (the lamb was super good I tell ya, 8 ekor, habis licin!) and canopies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first my sister was unhappy because she didn't get what she always wanted for her wedding; fairy lights. However, it turns out that Kak Tinie's arrangement for her was just as beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1271693919215626552?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1271693919215626552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1271693919215626552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1271693919215626552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1271693919215626552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-got-brother.html' title='I&apos;ve got a brother!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4icOiewyYc/TvF7HzsVmqI/AAAAAAAACDQ/g7RQgdVa0Fo/s72-c/RUD_8584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8974561014533632680</id><published>2011-12-14T20:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:02:28.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Prince Abubu</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"Knock knock knock. Knock Knock knock!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock knock knock knock knock!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knocking got louder and became more and more annoying so I decided to ditch my bed to open the door.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our cat. No he didn't knock. My sister did. I swear that my sister does crazy things for him! Prince has become more pampered each day, someone has to knock the door for him so that he could be in an air-conditioned room. I let him in and continued sleeping. After a few hours, I found him here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JD3-6ySt26w/TuiW7QC1N5I/AAAAAAAACBw/ZBST47w7QoQ/s1600/166952_10150464304719490_775549489_8421924_62312384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JD3-6ySt26w/TuiW7QC1N5I/AAAAAAAACBw/ZBST47w7QoQ/s400/166952_10150464304719490_775549489_8421924_62312384_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685960474218542994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I could do was stare =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is indeed, one pampered cat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X7wTVFu0mg/TuiXjxTW4-I/AAAAAAAACCI/8w-qq8ZomE0/s1600/388788_10150464305289490_775549489_8421925_522605717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7X7wTVFu0mg/TuiXjxTW4-I/AAAAAAAACCI/8w-qq8ZomE0/s400/388788_10150464305289490_775549489_8421925_522605717_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685961170340996066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He gets occasional hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCHq4LH1KUo/TuiX9sR8ONI/AAAAAAAACCU/vPGfkXJOJRs/s1600/381305_10150464305904490_775549489_8421926_568443974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCHq4LH1KUo/TuiX9sR8ONI/AAAAAAAACCU/vPGfkXJOJRs/s400/381305_10150464305904490_775549489_8421926_568443974_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685961615669475538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He gets to sleep anywhere he likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hICu5ZtlA/Tuial6wbwWI/AAAAAAAACCg/AdA8ny9bKWk/s1600/383265_10150464325719490_775549489_8421983_251995164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hICu5ZtlA/Tuial6wbwWI/AAAAAAAACCg/AdA8ny9bKWk/s400/383265_10150464325719490_775549489_8421983_251995164_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685964505773490530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He didn't need to stand on his own feet, and still got the chance to participate in Mama's birthday celebration despite being "just a cat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcj8bL11pUE/Tuia7i416aI/AAAAAAAACCs/U6wvsCrN2nE/s1600/377006_10150464326659490_775549489_8421984_1893633329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcj8bL11pUE/Tuia7i416aI/AAAAAAAACCs/U6wvsCrN2nE/s400/377006_10150464326659490_775549489_8421984_1893633329_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685964877323430306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Playing with a lizard is counted as an achievement. It's supposed to be a norm for a cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEX5ZiaU7F4/TuibXoaWHyI/AAAAAAAACC4/9fajs3jfYck/s1600/386098_10150464327584490_775549489_8421986_565566547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aEX5ZiaU7F4/TuibXoaWHyI/AAAAAAAACC4/9fajs3jfYck/s400/386098_10150464327584490_775549489_8421986_565566547_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685965359842467618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everybody wants to dress him up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being very lazy and fat, we still love him and treat him like a human. He's not "just a cat". He is family. I am not surprised if he inherits our money one day. Okay I'm kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8974561014533632680?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8974561014533632680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8974561014533632680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8974561014533632680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8974561014533632680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/prince-abubu.html' title='Prince Abubu'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JD3-6ySt26w/TuiW7QC1N5I/AAAAAAAACBw/ZBST47w7QoQ/s72-c/166952_10150464304719490_775549489_8421924_62312384_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4399657672754933220</id><published>2011-12-14T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:23:55.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Was checking my previous post when I realised.. That post was a sea of typos! Obviously, I was writing it during the in betweens. You know, when my mom and aunt went out to get some ribbons and stuff. I got to steal some time, paid my laptop a little visit. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm up after hours of sleep. Been in and out of the toilet. I'm having this constant feeling to vomit, not feeling very well I shall say. It's more of uncomfortableness rather than sickness I think. But I think I'm getting comfortable now, comfortable just lying down, snuggling under the duvet doing nothing, conquering this king-sized bed alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bed, love sleeping alone. But I need the duvet so I don't feel too alone and solitary, so that I feel there's something shielding me while I sleep, so that I won't get scared that some monsters would grab my feet while I sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4399657672754933220?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4399657672754933220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4399657672754933220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4399657672754933220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4399657672754933220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-417086022659186164</id><published>2011-12-12T18:32:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:59:47.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>There there</title><content type='html'>Sorry for keeping distance. I haven't been blogging because.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmbLPiNodTE/TubGQrQMdYI/AAAAAAAACBM/msu_727GQ1s/s1600/Afus7AACMAAwvle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmbLPiNodTE/TubGQrQMdYI/AAAAAAAACBM/msu_727GQ1s/s400/Afus7AACMAAwvle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685449569392686466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVOURITE DISTRACTION WAS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His homecoming was nicely planned, in such a way that only a few people knew. He was here in Malaysia for just a few days, time was short so I spent most of my time with him. Orthodontist appointment (how sweet), a trip to his grandmother's house, uncle's house, dinner with his mom, jogging date, movie marathon, eating marathon etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about eating marathon. He lost 4-5 kg in India, came back to Malaysia just to gain everything that he lost! It's fine for him I guess, gaining whatever he lost. I gained too! And I didn't lose a single bit for the past few months :'( Things that I do for love.. Haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7nmm3Hyxs/TubGGnVbgbI/AAAAAAAACBA/Rz3qZOYTNLA/s1600/373822_10150461150889490_775549489_8414678_1480751484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5z7nmm3Hyxs/TubGGnVbgbI/AAAAAAAACBA/Rz3qZOYTNLA/s400/373822_10150461150889490_775549489_8414678_1480751484_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685449396542210482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The supposed-to-be dinner with his mom at Menara KL. Turned out that they placed us at a table for two overlooking Kuala Lumpur. Showing off his tummy after two rounds of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food we had at his grandmother's were voila.. super good! His grandma cooks the best sambal. Super hot, up to my standard! :b You know how I define 'hot food' right.. He made a visit to my house too, managed to cook kuah durian and make him eat a whole lot of durian at my house, rather than have them unfinished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cook anything for him, a part from that kuah durian despite the fact that I spent a whole day learning how to cook lasagna and apple crumble before he came back. It was a success, will post some pictures later. Anyway, still had no time to cook for him. You see, I am non-domestic stay-at-home mom material. Sigh. If I want to cook, I have to plan early, as in days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYqklFfxxCs/TubJcU2-YyI/AAAAAAAACBk/Fip_g3-IP04/s1600/387347_10150461160754490_775549489_8414694_1153474328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYqklFfxxCs/TubJcU2-YyI/AAAAAAAACBk/Fip_g3-IP04/s400/387347_10150461160754490_775549489_8414694_1153474328_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685453068074640162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He used my waterproof eyeliner to draw a smiley emoticon, and couldn't rub it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got to spend my time with him up to the very end of his stay. Even at the airport. He is such a last minute person! It was his flight's last call and we were still unpacking and packing. Overweight luggages etc. My goodness!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGENF4Kf8lI/TubHRAL5vnI/AAAAAAAACBY/kGNU2ptIkn4/s1600/374219_10150461156489490_775549489_8414688_427800027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGENF4Kf8lI/TubHRAL5vnI/AAAAAAAACBY/kGNU2ptIkn4/s400/374219_10150461156489490_775549489_8414688_427800027_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685450674523455090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess I have to face reality and finish my sister's door gifts. This week is such a busy week. The wedding is getting closer and we're super nervous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-417086022659186164?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/417086022659186164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=417086022659186164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/417086022659186164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/417086022659186164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-there.html' title='There there'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmbLPiNodTE/TubGQrQMdYI/AAAAAAAACBM/msu_727GQ1s/s72-c/Afus7AACMAAwvle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4744754523690232707</id><published>2011-12-12T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:57:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very very very sorry</title><content type='html'>Will be updated real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4744754523690232707?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4744754523690232707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4744754523690232707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4744754523690232707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4744754523690232707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-very-very-sorry.html' title='Very very very sorry'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5663227108626601398</id><published>2011-11-30T00:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T03:17:17.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.11.2011</title><content type='html'>It took so long for me to finally publish this post because I couldn't find this picture! It's not as if I had so much write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-XVMNeIdVE/TtUIc_0lHcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/aAGNR9vAIVs/s1600/IMG_0270.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/-i-XVMNeIdVE/TtUIc_0lHcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/aAGNR9vAIVs/s400/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680455799259078082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Little Zhafir, 1993&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's not 'little' any longer. I cannot face him without having to tilt my head up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jW3OfTLXNQ/TtUR-eQE9RI/AAAAAAAAB_4/vd_1IJPXh1E/s1600/222079_10150178320699490_775549489_6662201_3617599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3jW3OfTLXNQ/TtUR-eQE9RI/AAAAAAAAB_4/vd_1IJPXh1E/s400/222079_10150178320699490_775549489_6662201_3617599_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680466269967807762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our braces days&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this picture down here so much I just have to include it in this post. He's wearing his birthday present from me around his wrist, and the shirt that I chose for him. Yes I had to choose his shirts before he left. But of course this is one of those that he agreed to. All the dull-coloured ones, putting away all the cute pinks and purples he didn't agree to =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90m_iVidNwc/TtUTvM9M4EI/AAAAAAAACAQ/KDJhRPFLrYw/s1600/321567_10150413159792760_735652759_8331289_1717248843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90m_iVidNwc/TtUTvM9M4EI/AAAAAAAACAQ/KDJhRPFLrYw/s400/321567_10150413159792760_735652759_8331289_1717248843_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680468206650449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Assimilation probably? Because this picture is so Indian-ish!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you celebrate long distance style. When it was my birthday, we went fine dining. Now there's pretty much nothing that I could do for him. So I merely arranged some candles and this is the product. It took so long to finish this because by the time I finish with the digit '9', the flames of the candles that formed the letter 'z' were blown out, and the candle wax were running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_vh5M3bLyU/TtUQPqgzj5I/AAAAAAAAB_s/TU_sgKU5z28/s1600/314953_10150419877349490_775549489_8302105_1805804829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_vh5M3bLyU/TtUQPqgzj5I/AAAAAAAAB_s/TU_sgKU5z28/s400/314953_10150419877349490_775549489_8302105_1805804829_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680464366293716882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhafir is 19". Aaaand of course it came with a price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebgcQ4U3O7k/TtUV6_9LZjI/AAAAAAAACAc/gs2QouznzCA/s1600/IMG_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebgcQ4U3O7k/TtUV6_9LZjI/AAAAAAAACAc/gs2QouznzCA/s400/IMG_2121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680470608342378034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The mess&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgC1mFywIA4/TtUWF4P90SI/AAAAAAAACAo/sSlsKunH6I4/s1600/IMG_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgC1mFywIA4/TtUWF4P90SI/AAAAAAAACAo/sSlsKunH6I4/s400/IMG_2123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680470795252257058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Floor&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2DDdWeheGY/TtUWPRjRGYI/AAAAAAAACA0/hOFp2tapYiQ/s1600/IMG_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2DDdWeheGY/TtUWPRjRGYI/AAAAAAAACA0/hOFp2tapYiQ/s400/IMG_2124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680470956662921602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The cleaning up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Happy Birthday Muhamad Zhafir! May you grow happier, stronger and wiser each and every day. Here's to a blissful &amp; blessed year ahead. I love you, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5663227108626601398?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5663227108626601398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5663227108626601398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5663227108626601398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5663227108626601398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/26112011.html' title='26.11.2011'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-XVMNeIdVE/TtUIc_0lHcI/AAAAAAAAB_U/aAGNR9vAIVs/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8118887754552591021</id><published>2011-11-28T22:59:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:38:20.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dream House</title><content type='html'>My dad has been complaining about us siblings, and our mom with our non-value adding conversation; the shemale promoter at the make up counter, my best friend's dad's new car, etc. So yes, now I think we've been doing some "value-adding talks" for the past two days, discussing about properties in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day when I was driving pass by Empire Shopping Gallery with my mom, I was mesmerised by the beauty of its serviced apartment. Yeah it's just a serviced apartment but it's so nice! If only I could live in a place like that; a place with an archaic building, beautiful landscape, lots of cafes and nice restaurants. Then, after driving further up, I saw the Isola condominium by Sime Darby Property sign board, expecting to start its construction soon. I remembered my mom telling me that Uncle Simon bought two units of it. Since I've been thinking about my dream house a lot lately, I decided to ask my dad the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJjFv631cE/TtOpBWhtubI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BGKGQTa3IPk/s1600/334514_dd_G_85bSWfkgEawQHvrI9DWg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJjFv631cE/TtOpBWhtubI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BGKGQTa3IPk/s400/334514_dd_G_85bSWfkgEawQHvrI9DWg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680069395736279474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42aJdnJZ-f4/TtOo-JleVqI/AAAAAAAAB-M/4eu1XVG16R0/s1600/334514_QSAlFhZXNFNu0bVDENLPobCd7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42aJdnJZ-f4/TtOo-JleVqI/AAAAAAAAB-M/4eu1XVG16R0/s400/334514_QSAlFhZXNFNu0bVDENLPobCd7.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680069340722779810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npRHD2gHH2s/TtOo5WEbo2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/P-HKZkWeMGQ/s1600/334514_OwEUQvJOWOkkppjF8ad8_nln8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npRHD2gHH2s/TtOo5WEbo2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/P-HKZkWeMGQ/s400/334514_OwEUQvJOWOkkppjF8ad8_nln8.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680069258174505826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Isola, Subang Jaya by Sime Darby Property&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost choked when I heard its price. And the quoted price was if you're the first buyer, buying from the developer itself. I could get a landed property in Denai Alam thrice its size at that price! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlsMl5fbaGg/TtOq6YywHWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/gJAIfDOg50I/s1600/fern-lane-2-storey-link-corner-design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlsMl5fbaGg/TtOq6YywHWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/gJAIfDOg50I/s400/fern-lane-2-storey-link-corner-design.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680071475108781410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDiZgPM5buM/TtOqrFw9yOI/AAAAAAAAB-k/7RdLln0BIhs/s1600/Fern%2BLane_Denai%2BAlam%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDiZgPM5buM/TtOqrFw9yOI/AAAAAAAAB-k/7RdLln0BIhs/s400/Fern%2BLane_Denai%2BAlam%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680071212302977250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fern Lane, Denai Alam by Sime Darby Property&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, things are getting more and more expensive these days. I have always loved nice condominiums near shopping malls but the price go so mad that my dream of living in a condominium in a place like Bangsar seems impossible. Isola is only in Subang Jaya, so I don't dare to do a research on nice condos in Bangsar. It'll break my heart! Why Bangsar? Well, I simply love Bangsar, compared to the heart of Kuala Lumpur. Well, I also did a research on nice condos like Binjai Residency and Dua Residency in KL etc and yeah I fell in love with it completely. Very nice, with the view of Petronas Twin Towers. But then my eyes felt like they were dropping off their sockets. 2 million ++ for a unit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2C5SJd86rw/TtO0SxJ2PWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Oflsp_7PncM/s1600/Dua_Residency__13__small_view.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/-l2C5SJd86rw/TtO0SxJ2PWI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Oflsp_7PncM/s400/Dua_Residency__13__small_view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680081789569613154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dua Residency, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sane woman, if I am given a chance to choose, I'd definitely choose a landed property even if it means not living in Kuala Lumpur or top-notched residential areas. I could easily say that I'd buy a condo and live happily in it with my non-existent husband (yet!) but I definitely think that once we have children, there'd be a big problem because of its limited space. I don't want my children to live in one room with the maid or even if we have three rooms, I don't want all of my kids to be staying in one room. It'd be congested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could move to a landed property after, maybe when we grow older but that is IF we could even afford a second house later on. A house is not something that we can buy every day. What if the condo that we bought will be our one and only house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see my kids playing in the garden, riding bicycles outside of the house within the neighbourhood etc. I would want to have barbecue parties, organise birthday parties and open houses. How is that possible without space? Our guests would be suffering of the lack of space and will probably leave early. I've always thought that my first property would be a nice condo in the heart of Bangsar, but financial-wise, probably not. At a price like those condos I'd rather get a nice decent super-link terrace in Denai Alam or USJ Heights..maybe? Still very expensive but worth the space &amp; beautifully landscaped neighbourhood. Yes, a landed property thrice the condos' size in a beautiful neighbourhood would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeul-Wjj1kY/TtO1F-CpH3I/AAAAAAAAB_I/JUZZrwgHI8s/s1600/2010-05-02_224115-500x290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeul-Wjj1kY/TtO1F-CpH3I/AAAAAAAAB_I/JUZZrwgHI8s/s400/2010-05-02_224115-500x290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680082669202382706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sakura, USJ Heights by Sime Darby Property&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, I don't know how the price of houses would be like, but it'll be super duper expensive for sure. Where else will I have to drag my family to? Some really secluded areas nowhere near civilisation? What if I can't afford anything at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8118887754552591021?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8118887754552591021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8118887754552591021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8118887754552591021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8118887754552591021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream-house.html' title='Dream House'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJjFv631cE/TtOpBWhtubI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/BGKGQTa3IPk/s72-c/334514_dd_G_85bSWfkgEawQHvrI9DWg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4231926230352436134</id><published>2011-11-27T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:20:52.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Distance Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aQgdxLRk6eY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm almost done with Zhafir's birthday post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4231926230352436134?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4231926230352436134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4231926230352436134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4231926230352436134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4231926230352436134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-distance-relationship.html' title='The Long Distance Relationship'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aQgdxLRk6eY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-713477707802343951</id><published>2011-11-25T16:57:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:55:48.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Of Lehngas and Desserts</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a short weekend. But I went back as usual, and brought Nad and Weda (my cili padi gang!) home. My mom prepared lots of food as if I was bringing 10 friends home. Then we headed to Little India, Klang to buy our Lehnga Suits for Diwali Night. I loved it! There were not many people, thank god because a big crowd can really change my mind about a certain place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might want to go there again, someday to buy Punjabi Suits. There were so many pretty Punjabi Suits displayed. I've seen some people in College wearing them in class, would love to give it a try next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our Indian friends suggested to go to Brickfields but my mom told us to go to Klang since it's nearer. Lots of choices but buying there required us to bargain. Price was not bad at all, after comparing it to my friends who bought theirs in Brickfields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy this one because it's quite cheap. I didn't want to spend so much money on something I wouldn't be wearing that much but.. I hated the cutting! My tummy &amp; hips look extra big! It's a bit "kembang" at that particular part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0t-Xug_H1ZY/Ts9dSwEPoFI/AAAAAAAAB7w/fxzml-J-YXs/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0t-Xug_H1ZY/Ts9dSwEPoFI/AAAAAAAAB7w/fxzml-J-YXs/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678860231859216466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fatty fatty hips &amp;  tummy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua-R0_j0MsQ/Ts9dv3zefXI/AAAAAAAAB78/o3LcLA2kjyo/s1600/IMG_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua-R0_j0MsQ/Ts9dv3zefXI/AAAAAAAAB78/o3LcLA2kjyo/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678860732152577394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I settled for this one, and Nad bought the purple one&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that this one's a bit dull and is less Indian-ish because of the colour. The tailor who altered my Lehnga skirt asked if it was my engagement outfit, and my friend farah asked if it was my solemnization (Nikah) outfit. *sigh* I should've bought one with shocking &amp; striking colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a few ours walking around Little India, we went to Empire because I haven't been there for so long since the explosion, wanted to visit Sha also, partly. Since we were all craving for good desserts, I drove the three of us to Bangsar Village and we had a nice early dinner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egSBtJ-oCsU/Ts9fe6qrm2I/AAAAAAAAB8U/k_C4RNv4Z9A/s1600/IMG_1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egSBtJ-oCsU/Ts9fe6qrm2I/AAAAAAAAB8U/k_C4RNv4Z9A/s400/IMG_1963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678862639886474082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Weda and Nad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0H7QR_JRAo/Ts9f7PxtxWI/AAAAAAAAB9E/bCjXEaDsXDE/s1600/IMG_1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0H7QR_JRAo/Ts9f7PxtxWI/AAAAAAAAB9E/bCjXEaDsXDE/s400/IMG_1964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678863126589457762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yours truly and Nad&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MebKUslzDiE/Ts9fu6j7xLI/AAAAAAAAB8s/MnjInq9KXtk/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MebKUslzDiE/Ts9fu6j7xLI/AAAAAAAAB8s/MnjInq9KXtk/s400/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678862914736080050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;All three of us&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zAAT8R4-oY/Ts9j27bW9ZI/AAAAAAAAB90/LXG18AsPaa8/s1600/IMG_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zAAT8R4-oY/Ts9j27bW9ZI/AAAAAAAAB90/LXG18AsPaa8/s400/IMG_1962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678867450454013330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Iced Peach Tea&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQB-SG_42ho/Ts9fzDrbJmI/AAAAAAAAB84/2K5diSPM2fg/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQB-SG_42ho/Ts9fzDrbJmI/AAAAAAAAB84/2K5diSPM2fg/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678862985902892642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Carbonara Spaghettini&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9j4Akqh0I/Ts9gEg5m8fI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/h8qy5Vx-FM8/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9j4Akqh0I/Ts9gEg5m8fI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/h8qy5Vx-FM8/s400/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678863285804790258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Classic Beef Lasagne&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ddIGHviBsc/Ts9g1YDxp4I/AAAAAAAAB9c/9jIOYWHjhe4/s1600/IMG_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ddIGHviBsc/Ts9g1YDxp4I/AAAAAAAAB9c/9jIOYWHjhe4/s400/IMG_1969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678864125245106050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chocolicious Sundae&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbA5vGE0MaM/Ts9h5NALiFI/AAAAAAAAB9o/v8tQOccJQBs/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbA5vGE0MaM/Ts9h5NALiFI/AAAAAAAAB9o/v8tQOccJQBs/s400/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678865290508339282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pavlova&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was good, but I don't quite like the Pavlova. I like Serai's (Empire) better.  Its carbonara, lasagna and chocolicious sundae are highly recommended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-713477707802343951?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/713477707802343951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=713477707802343951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/713477707802343951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/713477707802343951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-lehngas-and-desserts.html' title='Of Lehngas and Desserts'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0t-Xug_H1ZY/Ts9dSwEPoFI/AAAAAAAAB7w/fxzml-J-YXs/s72-c/IMG_1965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6694188219473012394</id><published>2011-11-22T12:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:32:05.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More and more rantings</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Yes I was dead last night. Despite how noisy my phone was last night. I didn't wake up until 6 am to study for chemistry test. Even after waking up and studying a bit, I slept until 8 am, just in time for class. Anyway, Indian dance is sooooo tiring but I can say that I am so happy judging by yesterday's rehearsal video Nad took. The dance is sooo nice &amp; synchronised! I wish I could upload it here but the internet's not willing to cooperate so I'll pass. We're still preparing for Diwali night which will be on Wednesday night, then our end of sem dinner on Thursday night, then the next day off we go! HOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am enjoying my triple (before lunch) and double (after lunch) free blocks now. Weda came to my chalet so that we could practise the Tamil &amp; Bhangra songs in our Lehnga skirts. Then we watched forgetting Sarah Marshall in the common room with the aircond's fan on up to the maximum because today's so hot, but I fell asleep halfway and by the time I woke up, the movie has finished and Weda was about to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTaIiVhboXc/Tss_Rc9OEYI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/PLv4Bmrfm_w/s1600/IMG_1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTaIiVhboXc/Tss_Rc9OEYI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/PLv4Bmrfm_w/s400/IMG_1934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677701324293935490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is how our glass door (the door that separates the common room and the four bedrooms in our chalet) looks like, currently! This is obviously our 15-year-old chalet mate's... art? Hehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tempted to eat maggie just now, since I missed lunch at the Dining Hall and I am too lazy to walk to the cafe but the sight of the reflection of my tummy stopped me. Fitting for outfits for Along's wedding this weekend. Now I am scared! What if I've been gaining weight for the past one month with the amount of Snickers I've been gobbling and couldn't fit in and eventually the outfits need alteration?! Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I'm going to nap now, but must wake up for block 1 at 3.25pm. Last block for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6694188219473012394?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6694188219473012394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6694188219473012394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6694188219473012394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6694188219473012394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-and-more-rantings.html' title='More and more rantings'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTaIiVhboXc/Tss_Rc9OEYI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/PLv4Bmrfm_w/s72-c/IMG_1934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8142712862814539335</id><published>2011-11-21T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:29:39.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit Talking Up All Night</title><content type='html'>Hello, I am back in KY. Very very busy with DIwali Night Dance Practice and rehearsal, tests and piles of homeworks. Will update soon. Despite being busy, I still have time for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONihKpn2DvA/TsnmcHabzdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/x1Vo4FxVL6k/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-20%2Bat%2B11.20.06%2BPM%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONihKpn2DvA/TsnmcHabzdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/x1Vo4FxVL6k/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-20%2Bat%2B11.20.06%2BPM%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677322175977868754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;All wrapped in a cocoon&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8142712862814539335?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8142712862814539335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8142712862814539335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8142712862814539335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8142712862814539335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/sit-talking-up-all-night.html' title='Sit Talking Up All Night'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONihKpn2DvA/TsnmcHabzdI/AAAAAAAAB7M/x1Vo4FxVL6k/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-20%2Bat%2B11.20.06%2BPM%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-9017114717321823796</id><published>2011-11-20T17:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:24:34.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Thai Food &amp; Another November Baby</title><content type='html'>I love Thai food! We once had this maid from Thailand. She was a great cook, I swear! I can say that I've been raised to eat Thai's super hot &amp; spicy food. In fact, up until now, I put cili padi in almost everything. It's funny how people would roll their eyes in disbelief at the sight of me eating cili padi so much. They always say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"you don't look like someone who eats cili padi"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am suffering because KY food is not hot enough. Maybe I should consider Aziey's suggestion for next sem; grow cili padi plants in front of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  when I was home last weekend, it was my eldest sister's birthday so I treated her lunch by bringing her here. My second sister couldn't join us because she had to go to uhh.. work! Who works on a Sunday?! She's so busy nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5746pEq56E0/TsjMC40OmLI/AAAAAAAAB54/vGLi9X3fqu0/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5746pEq56E0/TsjMC40OmLI/AAAAAAAAB54/vGLi9X3fqu0/s400/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677011680283760818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Flying Chillies&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Zhafir for introducing this marvellous restaurant. He booked a table for us for buka puasa last Ramadan and what can I say.. It was so good! So this time, my sisters and I ordered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Lts9JH-nQ/TsjNoTMn4HI/AAAAAAAAB6E/OIKQNC4BD_Y/s1600/IMG_1918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Lts9JH-nQ/TsjNoTMn4HI/AAAAAAAAB6E/OIKQNC4BD_Y/s400/IMG_1918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677013422532190322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mango Juice&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwV-xWBoDU4/TsjOHMGcEkI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/WXoFAcE8Zcc/s1600/IMG_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwV-xWBoDU4/TsjOHMGcEkI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/WXoFAcE8Zcc/s400/IMG_1922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677013953203147330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fresh Coconut&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75vf5CDC3ys/TsjO5k4KzoI/AAAAAAAAB6c/hvn8WRbxhGM/s1600/IMG_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75vf5CDC3ys/TsjO5k4KzoI/AAAAAAAAB6c/hvn8WRbxhGM/s400/IMG_1928.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677014818847641218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tom Yam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8-V3RpFu2k/TsjPUr2tVFI/AAAAAAAAB6o/rNHt7fqxm-E/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8-V3RpFu2k/TsjPUr2tVFI/AAAAAAAAB6o/rNHt7fqxm-E/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677015284577031250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Garoupa with Thai Chili Sauce&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuORPoMGMHA/TsjQ-oPvjyI/AAAAAAAAB60/dELY0c1Z13c/s1600/IMG_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuORPoMGMHA/TsjQ-oPvjyI/AAAAAAAAB60/dELY0c1Z13c/s400/IMG_1930.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677017104674426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Omelette&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDgvMH0mFk4/TsjRzmG0bEI/AAAAAAAAB7A/vE2Hi2mhrr0/s1600/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDgvMH0mFk4/TsjRzmG0bEI/AAAAAAAAB7A/vE2Hi2mhrr0/s400/IMG_1932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677018014633192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mango with Sticky Rice for dessert. A must when you go to a Thai restaurant!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed that day. It was very productive, got to spend some time with my sister who's getting married real soon. She wanted to look for some things for her wedding , and I thought, why not? This is her last birthday before getting married, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-9017114717321823796?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/9017114717321823796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=9017114717321823796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9017114717321823796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9017114717321823796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-thai-food-we-once-had-this-maid.html' title='Thai Food &amp; Another November Baby'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5746pEq56E0/TsjMC40OmLI/AAAAAAAAB54/vGLi9X3fqu0/s72-c/IMG_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7157175068167750739</id><published>2011-11-18T16:24:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:44:31.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Zulaikha Zaimi &amp; Sabrina Hasnan</title><content type='html'>Someone that you get comfortable to instantaneously when you talk to. Someone so dear that whenever you get lonely, you start looking at the pictures of the activities you had with them for the past 7 months. Have you met yours? Yes I have met mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S56VJUt_Yp4/TshuVj_YIEI/AAAAAAAAB4M/LCAYHBAZOzU/s1600/IMG_5899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S56VJUt_Yp4/TshuVj_YIEI/AAAAAAAAB4M/LCAYHBAZOzU/s400/IMG_5899.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676908647017881666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;her very first concert&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcaadUT_48E/TshmbalXaBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Br1bl__Zc28/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcaadUT_48E/TshmbalXaBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Br1bl__Zc28/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676899951479056402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzVenZLU6mQ/TshpRZMKApI/AAAAAAAAB30/FKMEqpow_ug/s1600/DSC_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzVenZLU6mQ/TshpRZMKApI/AAAAAAAAB30/FKMEqpow_ug/s400/DSC_0233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676903077841076882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;our first overseas trip together (that Sumatera camp doesn't count okay!)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BA1fN6VrThY/Tsh1QA8-fkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/_PWbY9a_g4M/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-06%2Bat%2B10.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BA1fN6VrThY/Tsh1QA8-fkI/AAAAAAAAB5g/_PWbY9a_g4M/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-06%2Bat%2B10.06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676916248294620738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someone you can get geeky with. We look smart don't we?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bi_ZQjcwa4/Tsh07o-H7pI/AAAAAAAAB5U/z4wi8-eG0BI/s1600/165121_483118254489_775549489_5629354_5283789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bi_ZQjcwa4/Tsh07o-H7pI/AAAAAAAAB5U/z4wi8-eG0BI/s400/165121_483118254489_775549489_5629354_5283789_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676915898259598994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;prom night&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiZibsTAKPs/Tshvi1xqfFI/AAAAAAAAB4k/I98DIR528yo/s1600/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiZibsTAKPs/Tshvi1xqfFI/AAAAAAAAB4k/I98DIR528yo/s400/IMG_5917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676909974642130002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; A true foodie. She introduced me to lots of food I never thought I would want to eat!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl whom you grew up with, someone who has been watching your progress from the start. The only friend who would answer your call early in the morning for our jogging date because the others are just plain lazy and allergic to exercise. Someone who brought you to the staff room when you were 8 years old, despite the blood gushing out non stop because you fell when you were playing tag and the skin of your forehead was cut and needed stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Y-yH_0ems/TshwbXCSZKI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Sk0RtBJdwo8/s1600/163212_191506077530073_100000120471144_765668_3796098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Y-yH_0ems/TshwbXCSZKI/AAAAAAAAB4w/Sk0RtBJdwo8/s400/163212_191506077530073_100000120471144_765668_3796098_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676910945642898594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;When she nearly killed us by driving us to Damansara without her driver's license&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9vQKKkaios/TshwsGe5uBI/AAAAAAAAB48/kMJ4Q-XUHXA/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9vQKKkaios/TshwsGe5uBI/AAAAAAAAB48/kMJ4Q-XUHXA/s400/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676911233257289746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78XqcdzG_Vw/TshxQLH10pI/AAAAAAAAB5I/NiYLxACPRFg/s1600/IMG_5937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78XqcdzG_Vw/TshxQLH10pI/AAAAAAAAB5I/NiYLxACPRFg/s400/IMG_5937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676911852978033298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;among the few ones that I dragged everywhere when I got bored during my lifeless days; threading, swimming, you name it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbBll6OG-fU/Tsh1yK2D1lI/AAAAAAAAB5s/TPOV2IPbTx0/s1600/l_e02843bdf6a14e1e8e5c45e4a258afbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbBll6OG-fU/Tsh1yK2D1lI/AAAAAAAAB5s/TPOV2IPbTx0/s400/l_e02843bdf6a14e1e8e5c45e4a258afbe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676916835065517650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;A really really old of picture of us!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both of them turned 18 on the 17th of November and surprisingly, I didn't forget their birthdays! I was up there at 12 am on the dot, wishing them a happy birthday. So Happy birthday girls. I wish that you girls will grow prettier, happier and stronger each and everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7157175068167750739?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7157175068167750739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7157175068167750739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7157175068167750739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7157175068167750739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/zulaikha-zaimi-sabrina-hasnan.html' title='Zulaikha Zaimi &amp; Sabrina Hasnan'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S56VJUt_Yp4/TshuVj_YIEI/AAAAAAAAB4M/LCAYHBAZOzU/s72-c/IMG_5899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1127937650361094130</id><published>2011-11-16T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:03:34.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never gonna leave this bed, literally</title><content type='html'>Nighttime is not the time to bother me nowadays. I never answer phone calls after 1 am unless if it's from India. I am no longer a light sleeper, my immune system is working well as I don't wake up to my own alarm clock. I don't know what I say whenever Zhafir calls, I think I merely say 'oh' or 'hah' or 'okay' and just keep quiet throughout the phone conversation with him (not even a conversation probably!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 7-month break, I was an owl, almost nocturnal. I felt carefree since I had no classes to go to, no waking up in the morning for school, no nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm in college I can't help but to feel tired every day. I felt like I was dead last night. I had to go for Diwali Night Dance Practice, then straight to the DH to help my group with the fundraising work until 9.50 pm. Walked straight to the chalet to shower. I felt so uncomfortable, imagine not showering since classes finished then straight to dance practice, then straight to the DH all smelly and sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how my friends who went to boarding school felt when they said that nothing beats the feeling when you get to sleep. As much as I loved staying up late when I was home the whole time, I can never do that here! free blocks in the morning do not help at all. Yes, you get to wake up late while everyone's busy rushing to classes but the down side is you tend to oversleep till god knows what time, which leads to missing the next class unintentionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's like battle of fundraising among the houses here. Ours was a success. We sold a whole lot of fatty fried food; nuggets, fries, crab sticks, sausages. Sapphire sold the best fried mushroom I've ever tasted, Topaz was selling popcorn chicken and fries, Diamond's booth was nowhere to be seen. Our booths were next to each other. We were such good neighbours after all, despite being competitors. Topaz gave us free fries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days till the holidays! I better start planning on how to pack my things, because we're expected to be out of KY by 6 p.m. on the 25th, together with all of our belongings then come back next year with everything back again. *headache* How am supposed to bring everything back? It's like bringing back the entire chalet with me, with all the carpets and mats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1127937650361094130?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1127937650361094130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1127937650361094130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1127937650361094130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1127937650361094130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-never-gonna-leave-this-bed-literally.html' title='I&apos;m never gonna leave this bed, literally'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4366825890191818625</id><published>2011-11-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:12:09.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and tv shows'/><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Was happy to know that Keira Knightley and Eva Mendes are in this movie. Both of them are so gorgeous and I admire them so much! Don't ever watch it when you're tired. I myself fell asleep a few times because it's a bit slow-paced but managed to finish it at last. But I shall say that I'd give it a 6.5 out of 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sTDyNxXutLs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..It's not perfect but it really has a message behind it. It shows how confused we can get sometimes. But we have to bear in mind that it takes two to make an affair a success. Not very satisfied with the ending though. Not to say that it's vague, it's pretty much predictable. It's just that I wish I could see what would happen after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4366825890191818625?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4366825890191818625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4366825890191818625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4366825890191818625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4366825890191818625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sTDyNxXutLs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5268537353359617433</id><published>2011-11-12T14:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:46:06.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Event : Ayong's Wedding (Zhafir's sister)&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Dewan Perdana Felda, Jalan Semarak&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful wedding, but it felt empty without Zhafir himself. Other things were perfect though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhafir has been cranky for days! As 11.11.11 gets nearer each day, I had to bear with his crankiness. But I myself cannot imagine if I couldn't attend my own sister's wedding. We all missed him last night. Reminds me of how nice it was to attend Ayong's engagement a few months ago with his presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxMyEQ8V91E/Tr4NlGgqHGI/AAAAAAAABzc/Fvh-wMyOZ04/s1600/317680_10150393242839490_775549489_8212759_1172890936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxMyEQ8V91E/Tr4NlGgqHGI/AAAAAAAABzc/Fvh-wMyOZ04/s400/317680_10150393242839490_775549489_8212759_1172890936_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673987511587314786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I was wearing Modern Batik Kebaya by RSB, clutch from Coach (a present from my host mother in Italy)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dfym0qBUlgs/Tr4UZVeLflI/AAAAAAAABzo/lN5fV7SCk8Q/s1600/321099_10150393243569490_775549489_8212761_630689274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dfym0qBUlgs/Tr4UZVeLflI/AAAAAAAABzo/lN5fV7SCk8Q/s400/321099_10150393243569490_775549489_8212761_630689274_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673995006026415698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;with his grandparents&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSYNfADF4XI/Tr4hghkOviI/AAAAAAAAB0A/8qrC5uARKUo/s1600/312110_10150471837536217_727641216_11162921_913473698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSYNfADF4XI/Tr4hghkOviI/AAAAAAAAB0A/8qrC5uARKUo/s400/312110_10150471837536217_727641216_11162921_913473698_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674009423183265314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love her dress! Please note that this picture is taken from her facebook&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IP7ovFBq9AU/Tr4p5wYLm4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/hBETHiL6EOo/s1600/IMG_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IP7ovFBq9AU/Tr4p5wYLm4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/hBETHiL6EOo/s400/IMG_1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674018652749011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;In her second dress, for the cake-cutting session&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was updating Zhafir on the progress of the reception, while my mum went on and on about the big roses on Ayong's pelamin that she loved so much. My dad on the other hand was putting more and more food on my plate, complimenting the food non-stop. Well the same thing happened during Ayong's engagement ceremony, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad's speech left us all teary. Letting go is hard I suppose, especially when Ayong is his first child, and the first grandchild in their extended family. He managed to insert some advice on marriage for the newlyweds. That shows how experienced our parents are! A very nice speech, despite the fact that he got all the children's names mixed up. That left us giggling at the end of the day! Idah became his second child, Farah Wahidah became Wadhihah, Farah Diyana became Farah Wahidah. He has 3 girls and 3 boys, what do you expect? Ahh, the beauty of a big family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Congratulations Ayong and Abang Aizat. Wish you both a lifetime of wonderful years together :) Now I can't wait for my own Along's wedding this December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5268537353359617433?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5268537353359617433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5268537353359617433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5268537353359617433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5268537353359617433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxMyEQ8V91E/Tr4NlGgqHGI/AAAAAAAABzc/Fvh-wMyOZ04/s72-c/317680_10150393242839490_775549489_8212759_1172890936_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-521148115758602615</id><published>2011-11-09T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:23:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good read</title><content type='html'>Read this sometime ago, and thought it was beautiful. Today I found it somewhere else by accident, so I decided to post it up here. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm a woman," she told him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"And you never will." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally he met an old man who would surely know the answer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And he asked him: "Old man, why do women cry so easily?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Old man sad: "When woman was created, she had to be made special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah created her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was given an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Allah gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was given strength to carry her husband through his faults and she was fashioned from his rib to protect his heart. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Allah gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Allah gave her a tear to shed. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She needs no reason, no explanation, it's hers." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said old man, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-521148115758602615?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/521148115758602615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=521148115758602615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/521148115758602615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/521148115758602615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-read.html' title='A good read'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3217468588000732374</id><published>2011-11-07T11:52:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:44:55.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Every single week, I look forward for the weekends. I just cannot be away from home for too long, especially when I know I am confined in 'the verdant uplands'. Being in KY is not that bad after all. It's just that being someone who has never gone to boarding school makes me feel so attached to home. I think I can stand being placed in other private colleges, even if it means I have to stay at their hostel. It won't be too bad because  those colleges are surrounded with shopping malls and cinemas, I could get some good food, and I can certainly go out anytime I want.  It saddens me a bit knowing the fact that I'm in a boarding college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find excuses to go home early. I would make up every story possible just so that I can be home more often. I suddenly have a non-existent kampung in Penang and some other stupid excuses. I've always had this thought that boarding school is not for me. But it turns out fine. I can say that I prefer not being in a boarding college. Don't worry, I am still here, surviving. I need to do this. Or else I would only end up burning my parents' money for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am back home now for Raya Aidil Adha break. Friday was pretty relaxing. Went out for Thai dinner with Mai and Ayu, then Dee came to my house. We sat at the terrace, catching up. On Saturday night, we went to our grandparents' for Takbir Raya then back home. Helped my mum baking. We made banana cake and orange cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0TI__8Fks8/TrixNfESL5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/vaYkEmJ_EpE/s1600/IMG_1794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0TI__8Fks8/TrixNfESL5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/vaYkEmJ_EpE/s400/IMG_1794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672478575909023634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qM8OXmbSJHc/Triv_xtp3lI/AAAAAAAABwE/q_q4oCacXAI/s1600/IMG_1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qM8OXmbSJHc/Triv_xtp3lI/AAAAAAAABwE/q_q4oCacXAI/s400/IMG_1793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672477240884584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTEX-frP-lA/TriysH6rJoI/AAAAAAAABwc/YStnnYDfrCI/s1600/IMG_1797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTEX-frP-lA/TriysH6rJoI/AAAAAAAABwc/YStnnYDfrCI/s400/IMG_1797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672480201782273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6vUmmS8z6iE/Tri-iux2uBI/AAAAAAAABwo/p8W3henRW_8/s1600/IMG_1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6vUmmS8z6iE/Tri-iux2uBI/AAAAAAAABwo/p8W3henRW_8/s400/IMG_1802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672493234555107346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNnSiX5VBZ0/TrjAeF9knmI/AAAAAAAABxA/uQvvGSQ6hzY/s1600/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNnSiX5VBZ0/TrjAeF9knmI/AAAAAAAABxA/uQvvGSQ6hzY/s400/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672495353902177890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rk5Br7Eu6A/TrjBLx8sb2I/AAAAAAAABxM/EnY-nr3aq7c/s1600/IMG_1803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rk5Br7Eu6A/TrjBLx8sb2I/AAAAAAAABxM/EnY-nr3aq7c/s400/IMG_1803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672496138803769186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look who's watching&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGSqMz208Is/TrjB45aGR_I/AAAAAAAABxY/FrLVj8sLznE/s1600/IMG_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGSqMz208Is/TrjB45aGR_I/AAAAAAAABxY/FrLVj8sLznE/s400/IMG_1829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672496913900259314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The product; Banana cake&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty mundane, didn't go to see the cow slaughtering process at the mosque. At night I went to One Utama, had dinner with Hatim. Made some new friends, because he brought some of his high school friends who happens to be Zhafir's juniors (they all went to the same boarding school). We had a nice talk about our lives, mutual friends and Zhafir. Talking to people whom I just met, and those who actually knows him makes me miss him even more. Wish he could be there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to get a pair of running shoes, to replace the old one. I went to every single sports shop and Nike shop itself, couldn't really find the one that I like in my size. Hatim suggested other brands but I've always loved Nike because of the Nike+ advantage. I was getting really choosey and fussy as we went in and out of each and every shop until one of them said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hatim, you have to understand. Women, when they want Nike, you don't buy them Skechers or Adidas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I bought this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWTZlY2T1Sw/TroQzCjUu9I/AAAAAAAABxk/eYPJylDbvU8/s1600/IMG_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWTZlY2T1Sw/TroQzCjUu9I/AAAAAAAABxk/eYPJylDbvU8/s400/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672865149670964178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not really my colour, I know&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8SRiDEziLk/TroRmwBOMAI/AAAAAAAABxw/c0hq1GPk6QM/s1600/IMG_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8SRiDEziLk/TroRmwBOMAI/AAAAAAAABxw/c0hq1GPk6QM/s400/IMG_1823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672866038049288194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this one in black and pink. Obviously I wanted the pink one, but they didn't have my size. Why can't they produce more of shoes of size UK4.5? Sigh. Never mind. Change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3217468588000732374?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3217468588000732374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3217468588000732374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3217468588000732374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3217468588000732374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0TI__8Fks8/TrixNfESL5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/vaYkEmJ_EpE/s72-c/IMG_1794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2521965666606230610</id><published>2011-11-05T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:20:48.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Letter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear future husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that usually after a year or so, you'll start to lose the excitement. I don't want that. Everyday with you is an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2521965666606230610?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2521965666606230610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2521965666606230610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2521965666606230610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2521965666606230610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-future-husband-they-said-that.html' title='Letter 2'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2017039663781203771</id><published>2011-11-04T00:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:41:36.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>My precious table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5MG9MH1zAY/TrTjN1tbY2I/AAAAAAAABvg/Y9t64IhmaHI/s1600/IMG_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5MG9MH1zAY/TrTjN1tbY2I/AAAAAAAABvg/Y9t64IhmaHI/s400/IMG_1717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671407657661719394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I came back to college with a new ikea NORDBY table. And guess what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxUn_SXNhGs/TrTkNDE-v1I/AAAAAAAABvs/SYONa8UG15w/s1600/IMG_1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxUn_SXNhGs/TrTkNDE-v1I/AAAAAAAABvs/SYONa8UG15w/s400/IMG_1763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671408743581925202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Deyna's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4H_f9JGQyaQ/TrTkwqjKZcI/AAAAAAAABv4/-ul0ZEkeuDQ/s1600/IMG_1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4H_f9JGQyaQ/TrTkwqjKZcI/AAAAAAAABv4/-ul0ZEkeuDQ/s400/IMG_1764.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671409355472922050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Amal's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has it too! When I first went to Ikea to get the table, there were only red, green and blue ones. I went there again the following week, and I saw the same table in pink. I WAS DEVASTATED D: Thank god none of them bought one in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I stillI think it's so convenient (despite the fact that it's not pink). It's just that the table keeps us locked in our own rooms now that everybody's studying &amp; eating on their beds and not in the common room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha everyone. Have a great weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2017039663781203771?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2017039663781203771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2017039663781203771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2017039663781203771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2017039663781203771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-precious-table.html' title='My precious table'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5MG9MH1zAY/TrTjN1tbY2I/AAAAAAAABvg/Y9t64IhmaHI/s72-c/IMG_1717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8508593226433760490</id><published>2011-11-01T07:51:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:44:30.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Skypeover</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I was so happy being single, he had to come. In a ridiculously awkward way! Well, imagine dating your own neighbour. The first month was pure awkwardness, but everything got better, gradually, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when both of us were home, we had this crazy skypeover (skype + sleepover) session every night, when we literally switched off the lights and slept, with our webcams on. I have to admit, I am dying for another one but the sucky temporary internet connection makes it impossible. It was so fun for me, because I was enjoying my 7-month-break and he was having classes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually slept later by an hour, or sometimes a few hours because I could wake up anytime I want, leaving me not knowing what to do, but to disturb his sleep. We still had the session every night without fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE BEING FRONT-DOOR NEIGHBOURS! What can I say? We were just inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obfsKKrQrEY/Tq_wy1hJALI/AAAAAAAABsg/W8DRNQITns0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B11.04.59%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obfsKKrQrEY/Tq_wy1hJALI/AAAAAAAABsg/W8DRNQITns0/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B11.04.59%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015212032950450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Having cereal for breakfast&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvfysf-nmHY/Tq_wMBH0ufI/AAAAAAAABsU/tqG4pbnIc2M/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B2.48.07%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvfysf-nmHY/Tq_wMBH0ufI/AAAAAAAABsU/tqG4pbnIc2M/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B2.48.07%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670014545133091314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes, it was Monday and it was late and he had class first thing in the morning. I guess someone could change his mind about sleeping?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOb3IsL_UWM/Tq_vWOCWvEI/AAAAAAAABsI/2qgBw6xlE_M/s1600/IMG_0386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOb3IsL_UWM/Tq_vWOCWvEI/AAAAAAAABsI/2qgBw6xlE_M/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670013620886879298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Watching movies on the laptop while he was sleeping. Sometimes whenever luck came in my way, I could hear him snore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCiopOyvegs/Tq_xQM8regI/AAAAAAAABss/G7R4AulLsew/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-11%2Bat%2B12.11.11%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCiopOyvegs/Tq_xQM8regI/AAAAAAAABss/G7R4AulLsew/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-11%2Bat%2B12.11.11%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670015716538677762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I felt a bit creepy myself. You know.. watching him sleep, like how Edward Cullen watches Bella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were times when his dad would wake him up for Subuh. And me, being a light sleeper, would also wake up and Solat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Utwi6gCrROM/Tq_yQpRvW6I/AAAAAAAABs4/dw9ist3FDRc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-12%2Bat%2B6.54.24%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Utwi6gCrROM/Tq_yQpRvW6I/AAAAAAAABs4/dw9ist3FDRc/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-12%2Bat%2B6.54.24%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670016823654833058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Performing the Subuh Prayer&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CuEqa_qBz0/Tq_0IyvmxPI/AAAAAAAABtE/CJFBVYJCQFY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-16%2Bat%2B1.57.45%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CuEqa_qBz0/Tq_0IyvmxPI/AAAAAAAABtE/CJFBVYJCQFY/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-16%2Bat%2B1.57.45%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670018887780320498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is what we did too, partly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;He could be anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRLz6-sg6FY/Tq_1J1mZbaI/AAAAAAAABtQ/ari5QKt7n6o/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-01%2Bat%2B2.48.28%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRLz6-sg6FY/Tq_1J1mZbaI/AAAAAAAABtQ/ari5QKt7n6o/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-01%2Bat%2B2.48.28%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670020005238500770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pouty Duck&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-599pnZ3cvas/Tq_2HQrufkI/AAAAAAAABtc/_tmIH1ogkfo/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-08%2Bat%2B12.22.35%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-599pnZ3cvas/Tq_2HQrufkI/AAAAAAAABtc/_tmIH1ogkfo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-08%2Bat%2B12.22.35%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670021060480630338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Wh5iRNVyw/Tq__hEKnayI/AAAAAAAABuk/Wh9LW3OCVx0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-29%2Bat%2B10.31.29%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3Wh5iRNVyw/Tq__hEKnayI/AAAAAAAABuk/Wh9LW3OCVx0/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-29%2Bat%2B10.31.29%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670031399401777954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Marshmallow &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I made Sardine puffs for him. It was something big for me, because I never cook or bake or anything. I should've marked my calendar! And this is how he reacted while eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xhuN7O0zYg/TrAGcTgvFmI/AAAAAAAABu8/_yNpVqz_MZ4/s1600/168494_10150102530322760_735652759_6100590_2641158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xhuN7O0zYg/TrAGcTgvFmI/AAAAAAAABu8/_yNpVqz_MZ4/s400/168494_10150102530322760_735652759_6100590_2641158_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670039014203135586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D79pqHueQBk/Tq_31YYb6UI/AAAAAAAABto/jfl8DQ8XSbE/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B2.07.36%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D79pqHueQBk/Tq_31YYb6UI/AAAAAAAABto/jfl8DQ8XSbE/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B2.07.36%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670022952332814658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg5UgAAvoyY/Tq_4GbIZwCI/AAAAAAAABt0/gkiZ2jtF8p8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B2.07.46%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg5UgAAvoyY/Tq_4GbIZwCI/AAAAAAAABt0/gkiZ2jtF8p8/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-11%2Bat%2B2.07.46%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670023245128646690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how me and caffeine just couldn't click? Yeah one night I had TWO sips of his coffee and this is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kRGVDjW-ms/Tq_4tB-QzlI/AAAAAAAABuA/5CJ3ADaAY8I/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-20%2Bat%2B4.11.52%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kRGVDjW-ms/Tq_4tB-QzlI/AAAAAAAABuA/5CJ3ADaAY8I/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-20%2Bat%2B4.11.52%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670023908390129234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;I disturbed him till he couldn't hold his eyes anymore..and fell asleep. But I instead, did this! Look at the time, it was 4.11 am!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioC3d9k5q8k/Tq_-pP8-1lI/AAAAAAAABuY/IqZpmQ4sU2I/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B1.09.03%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioC3d9k5q8k/Tq_-pP8-1lI/AAAAAAAABuY/IqZpmQ4sU2I/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-06%2Bat%2B1.09.03%2BAM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670030440493143634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;His drawing. There were things that he learnt in anatomy class which he tried to explain to me but being someone who never did and not doing Biology now, I merely nodded pretending to understand&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oa22voMNVc/TrAC7883q7I/AAAAAAAABuw/dUON-8hz_YQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-31%2Bat%2B12.54.11%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Oa22voMNVc/TrAC7883q7I/AAAAAAAABuw/dUON-8hz_YQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-31%2Bat%2B12.54.11%2BAM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670035159856425906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Talking both on the phone, and on skype. I told you we were inseparable!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times, I can't believe it. Zhafir, just so you know, I had the best 10 months of my life. Thank you for making it happen. I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soGWKfSa-wE/Tq_5i-O-WzI/AAAAAAAABuM/qGUYPCpDbsU/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soGWKfSa-wE/Tq_5i-O-WzI/AAAAAAAABuM/qGUYPCpDbsU/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670024835099417394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;And if dreams were wings you know, I would've flown to you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Zhafir , Annoy me on whatsapp after reading this ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8508593226433760490?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8508593226433760490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8508593226433760490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8508593226433760490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8508593226433760490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/11/skypeover.html' title='Skypeover'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obfsKKrQrEY/Tq_wy1hJALI/AAAAAAAABsg/W8DRNQITns0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B11.04.59%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6244124070288299787</id><published>2011-10-31T19:46:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:03:18.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><content type='html'>No I wasn't home last week during Deepavali. It was such a rare thing for me because I never spend my holidays or short weekends here in KY. It's too boring. But last week I did, very successfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Garden Seafood in Tanjung Malim. It is undoubtedly the best-looking restaurant in Tanjung Malim besides the normal fast food / franchise restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpmAh8cfwl4/Tq6T8cE9cTI/AAAAAAAABrw/Q-7ryVgCi5Y/s1600/IMG_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpmAh8cfwl4/Tq6T8cE9cTI/AAAAAAAABrw/Q-7ryVgCi5Y/s400/IMG_1711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669631647444463922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBRjNvUGJs0/Tq6O4oumKqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/4No0F3KOC7w/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBRjNvUGJs0/Tq6O4oumKqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/4No0F3KOC7w/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669626084562709154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sarah, Weda and Deyna&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Eq-dEvQXFY/TrAJVuuEjWI/AAAAAAAABvI/MK0A73f_G9A/s1600/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Eq-dEvQXFY/TrAJVuuEjWI/AAAAAAAABvI/MK0A73f_G9A/s400/IMG_1695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042199782624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayra and Aqilia&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmo4HENxnvA/Tq6NvBtrg3I/AAAAAAAABqE/9iQn-X-9_18/s1600/IMG_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmo4HENxnvA/Tq6NvBtrg3I/AAAAAAAABqE/9iQn-X-9_18/s400/IMG_1696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669624819959432050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sherry Berry!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zd-jD_lAxg/TrAKDgAdsmI/AAAAAAAABvU/hfwdurJTMj8/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zd-jD_lAxg/TrAKDgAdsmI/AAAAAAAABvU/hfwdurJTMj8/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042986107220578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XwbKIbOQG8/Tq6SGX8zN1I/AAAAAAAABrM/LyoxpAhtIQQ/s1600/IMG_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XwbKIbOQG8/Tq6SGX8zN1I/AAAAAAAABrM/LyoxpAhtIQQ/s400/IMG_1705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669629619111933778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Something something prawns&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDCAqd3tlE8/Tq6RrK5YCgI/AAAAAAAABrA/jS5DQcgZ3_I/s1600/IMG_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDCAqd3tlE8/Tq6RrK5YCgI/AAAAAAAABrA/jS5DQcgZ3_I/s400/IMG_1704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669629151751440898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Asparagus Belacan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvw9eJUXEto/Tq6Q77YW_KI/AAAAAAAABq0/XCPB-QQajKY/s1600/IMG_1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvw9eJUXEto/Tq6Q77YW_KI/AAAAAAAABq0/XCPB-QQajKY/s400/IMG_1703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669628340132576418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Seafood Tom Yam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUsd3DeB8hI/Tq6QGJWxYwI/AAAAAAAABqo/zkKKmPuc6Wk/s1600/IMG_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUsd3DeB8hI/Tq6QGJWxYwI/AAAAAAAABqo/zkKKmPuc6Wk/s400/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669627416171078402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you're a fan of Ostrich meat or even if you're a first timer, this is the place for you!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7W2CWuHjH7E/Tq6Pl9aoZBI/AAAAAAAABqc/1KLE24EClV8/s1600/IMG_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7W2CWuHjH7E/Tq6Pl9aoZBI/AAAAAAAABqc/1KLE24EClV8/s400/IMG_1701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669626863210226706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ginger Egg Soup. We hesitated at first, but it turned out to be so good! Thanks Ayra for suggesting. Oh and my cili padi at the back!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdehVbgMuO8/Tq6TKWxRqCI/AAAAAAAABrk/EmB2vGMmuXc/s1600/IMG_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdehVbgMuO8/Tq6TKWxRqCI/AAAAAAAABrk/EmB2vGMmuXc/s400/IMG_1708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669630787026266146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fried Squids&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiC5wWGIrsg/Tq6StKPUinI/AAAAAAAABrY/YwK0104lPyE/s1600/IMG_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiC5wWGIrsg/Tq6StKPUinI/AAAAAAAABrY/YwK0104lPyE/s400/IMG_1706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669630285446417010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beancurd&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6adGzzxLcn8/Tq6UUTR15hI/AAAAAAAABr8/qoOlwk-adqo/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6adGzzxLcn8/Tq6UUTR15hI/AAAAAAAABr8/qoOlwk-adqo/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669632057399436818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in Tanjung Malim (like me), go to Garden Seafood. Good food, very reasonably priced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6244124070288299787?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6244124070288299787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6244124070288299787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6244124070288299787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6244124070288299787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/night-out.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XpmAh8cfwl4/Tq6T8cE9cTI/AAAAAAAABrw/Q-7ryVgCi5Y/s72-c/IMG_1711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8606452889140686457</id><published>2011-10-31T00:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:38:32.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>You know what I miss?</title><content type='html'>My bed at home and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl! We're short of one lifeless bitch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcBnSiCujX4/Tq5bObfwRiI/AAAAAAAABp4/2Q7N4SOXi-g/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcBnSiCujX4/Tq5bObfwRiI/AAAAAAAABp4/2Q7N4SOXi-g/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669569284363273762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shopping in London. On the left is Sal&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's currently in London, and she's gonna be there for one month. It's so sad that I couldn't send her when she left, and I missed Lyn's party the other day. It's weird that I haven't been seeing my girls that often. It's like I could a part of me, missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8606452889140686457?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8606452889140686457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8606452889140686457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8606452889140686457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8606452889140686457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-what-i-miss.html' title='You know what I miss?'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcBnSiCujX4/Tq5bObfwRiI/AAAAAAAABp4/2Q7N4SOXi-g/s72-c/IMG_1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5470223403629663884</id><published>2011-10-30T18:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:39:15.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>KY is in Lembah Beringin. It's nowhere near civilisation. We need a cab to go to Tanjong Malim, leaving all of the students there to rely on sports as after class activities. Last week, we went cycling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlXVIUAcOtc/Tq0lzG57ebI/AAAAAAAABms/iW6shKjsCZw/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlXVIUAcOtc/Tq0lzG57ebI/AAAAAAAABms/iW6shKjsCZw/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669229065886464434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nadhirah and Weda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ5FC9VXb_4/Tq0l9mS97jI/AAAAAAAABnE/gSqsxsqf8tE/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ5FC9VXb_4/Tq0l9mS97jI/AAAAAAAABnE/gSqsxsqf8tE/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669229246111673906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2t05PTR-w5Q/Tq0mMyi_TuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/2rpVFHIYpWw/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2t05PTR-w5Q/Tq0mMyi_TuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/2rpVFHIYpWw/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669229507098136290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Reached our destination; Lembah Beringin Golf Club!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piqJMXzWOqk/Tq0suSoQGRI/AAAAAAAABoY/EmkYxk9WeZA/s1600/IMG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piqJMXzWOqk/Tq0suSoQGRI/AAAAAAAABoY/EmkYxk9WeZA/s400/IMG_1680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669236679715592466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;With Nadhirah and Deyna&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyHWJNaY01k/Tq0m0_UmFdI/AAAAAAAABoM/rSnwlS51rK0/s1600/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyHWJNaY01k/Tq0m0_UmFdI/AAAAAAAABoM/rSnwlS51rK0/s400/IMG_1690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669230197722191314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPXQD1bq5t8/Tq0mxprFqJI/AAAAAAAABoA/Q_bPZjr_0fA/s1600/IMG_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPXQD1bq5t8/Tq0mxprFqJI/AAAAAAAABoA/Q_bPZjr_0fA/s400/IMG_1687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669230140371347602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QofQrtAag_A/Tq0mscG0woI/AAAAAAAABn0/BD88XkxOLqw/s1600/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QofQrtAag_A/Tq0mscG0woI/AAAAAAAABn0/BD88XkxOLqw/s400/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669230050830238338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSEN-0MBGEQ/Tq0morE97fI/AAAAAAAABno/jrhYkOX8u4g/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSEN-0MBGEQ/Tq0morE97fI/AAAAAAAABno/jrhYkOX8u4g/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669229986129505778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was great, view was breathtaking. However, on our way back, it rained and that left me with a fever for 2 days! What made it worse was that I had to walk penguin style to class the next day because KY bicycle's seat was just.. uncomfortably hard. No cushioned seats. So yeah, that explains T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my eyes, I really don't know what's happening. No, I haven't been crying (at least not for this week). It seems that more and more people are asking about my eyebags, Hatim keeps on asking if I am okay etc. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5470223403629663884?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5470223403629663884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5470223403629663884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5470223403629663884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5470223403629663884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlXVIUAcOtc/Tq0lzG57ebI/AAAAAAAABms/iW6shKjsCZw/s72-c/IMG_1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-216058694844042331</id><published>2011-10-25T16:32:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:21:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear future husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering about you, and I wish that you are wondering about me too, right at this second, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would start your morning by waking me up for Subuh prayer. I hope that you would include me, in each and every prayer so that I'd stay healthy and we would have a great life together. I hope you would let me work and chase my dreams because without your support, I wouldn't be able to achieve my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to cook breakfast and dinner for you every day, but I am sorry if I don't. I hope you would understand if I get too tired to do so. If I am abroad for work, I hope you could watch the kids around for me, if you can't come with me. It would be really nice if you could come with me though. When you have to be abroad, I hope you would, by all means, bring me along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only be home for a few days, I hope you would spend as much time as possible being at home and I hope the thought of being somewhere else when you can actually be at home wouldn't even cross your mind. I would really miss you and it's a shame, to have you back but then you decide to go somewhere else before leaving again. It's like you're so near and yet so unreachable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would mow the lawn, fix the hand bidet, do simple repair works. I expect you to be handy. I would love it if you could bring our family for outings during the weekends. It would be nice after a whole week of work piles and school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could understand me. If I am suddenly quiet, then you should be worried. There must be something wrong. I find it difficult to point out people's faults just like that, especially if it's yours. So don't expect me to whine around and go berserk if I am mad at you. I am not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please guide me to the right path. I know I've never been an angel, I make mistakes and commit sins. Please help me, guide me and hold my hand as I walk through the path of life. Maybe one day with your help, I would understand the world better and I would eventually become a better person. You are not perfect either, I know. That's why I hope that we could do this together. Grow old and mature together, hand in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope every night we would say sorry to each other and yes, forgive each other knowing that we won't go to sleep if one of us is angry at the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please don't cheat. I know that 20 years from now, I wouldn't look the same. My tummy would most probably look so different compared to now, my skin would sag a little and fine lines will start to form, becoming prominent on my skin. Even right before getting our first child, I would be kissing my flat tummy goodbye, knowing that I will never get back to that shape again. I hope that won't be an excuse for you to find somebody else. I hope nothing would be an excuse for you to do so. Why bother finding someone else, when we can be very happy and successful with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong and egotistical I look from the outside, there's a part of me that you don't probably know. I can be gentle and sensitive. I can be the woman who would advocate my rights and at the same time, I can also be the woman who cries herself to sleep. I hope you would console me, if things get rough because no matter what, things will always get harder and god will never stop testing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be there for me. One day our parents won't be there to listen to our needs, we in turn have to listen to theirs. Our friends will be busy because they would have their own commitments and obligations, so will our siblings. We will only have each other. We have lots of things ahead of us. We have a house to build, places to go and most importantly, Mecca waiting for us to perform Hajj together. :) I don't know if I have met you or not, but I hope I have. I hope you're somebody I have already known, and I hope you're someone that I hope you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-216058694844042331?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/216058694844042331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=216058694844042331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/216058694844042331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/216058694844042331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-future-husband-i-hope-you-would.html' title='Letter 1'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-169104457572580000</id><published>2011-10-25T01:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:29:58.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stories'/><title type='text'>KY Room Update</title><content type='html'>After seeing Weda's room, I got pretty motivated to rearrange the furnitures in my own room, to make some space for a carpet and some other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrKC7XMN8XQ/TqWdsup272I/AAAAAAAABi8/nn8l-GXWpVc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.48.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/-yrKC7XMN8XQ/TqWdsup272I/AAAAAAAABi8/nn8l-GXWpVc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667109097879039842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Changed my quilt cover and pillow cases. Now the theme is more to pink, used to be red.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Afb7YMtJsRU/TqQ8GghdWmI/AAAAAAAABhc/lxhnM6Sohyg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.50%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Afb7YMtJsRU/TqQ8GghdWmI/AAAAAAAABhc/lxhnM6Sohyg/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.50%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666720313646078562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;New carpet. Now it's soooo cozy in here!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqT1WNXkvBU/TqWdy3trapI/AAAAAAAABjI/1Jotu2eK-rU/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqT1WNXkvBU/TqWdy3trapI/AAAAAAAABjI/1Jotu2eK-rU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667109203390196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-169104457572580000?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/169104457572580000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=169104457572580000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/169104457572580000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/169104457572580000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/ky-room-update.html' title='KY Room Update'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrKC7XMN8XQ/TqWdsup272I/AAAAAAAABi8/nn8l-GXWpVc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B23.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2839542853735487578</id><published>2011-10-24T20:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:49:31.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Marissa turned 18 last week!</title><content type='html'>This morning, I wanted to eat the Mars Bar that Syaza gave me. I couldn't finish it because it was a bit too sweet (I've always preferred Snickers!) so I put the unfinished chocolate bar into my thermos and shut it tight. I assumed it was airtight. I showed it to my chalet mates and they thought it was a pretty good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back this evening only to find lots of ants surrounding the thermos. T.T How did they get in there?! Ants here are super desperate, they would even enter our kettle filled with plain water and eventually drown themselves there. At home, with the pest controls etc I could even leave chocolates anywhere I want, and no ants will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, this post is supposed to be about Marissa's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So last week I got a text from a guy, claiming to be Marissa's boyfriend. I forgot that her boyfriend was my schoolmate, I didn't really get the phone call at first. I really thought it was a prank but it wasn't! He asked me to do something for her which was to surprise her during her birthday sharp at 12 am, mainly because he couldn't be there. We had a paper the next day, and 11.30 pm  is our curfew so yeah he couldn't be caught at the girls' chalet in KY at 12 am right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a good, nice, super sweet blah blah blah friend, I bought her a cake! We crashed her chalet at 12 am and put her boyfriend on loud speaker so he could sing with us. It was a nice surprise, because what made the situation worse initially was that Marissa's phone was not working so well so it was difficult for Haziq to contact her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iShXPJlHfCA/TqVgHolzNOI/AAAAAAAABho/ur19uQyEs0Y/s1600/PA160398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iShXPJlHfCA/TqVgHolzNOI/AAAAAAAABho/ur19uQyEs0Y/s400/PA160398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667041390386951394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well if you can see the two cans of nescafe on my study table. Yeah, this was the legendary night that I couldn't sleep&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSG-_Ab7RBQ/TqViPzba-mI/AAAAAAAABh0/Xk-J-LdHcjE/s1600/PA160401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSG-_Ab7RBQ/TqViPzba-mI/AAAAAAAABh0/Xk-J-LdHcjE/s400/PA160401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667043729758419554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXvCLxxF4f4/TqVlXsElu2I/AAAAAAAABiA/hRqo-kHzvXo/s1600/PA160404.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/-MXvCLxxF4f4/TqVlXsElu2I/AAAAAAAABiA/hRqo-kHzvXo/s400/PA160404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667047163757443938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I kind of ruined the cake by arranging the candles like that. It didn't look nice&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XO3ZXZr0q3g/TqVn6VEbXzI/AAAAAAAABiM/YTTdpDvMNQk/s1600/PA160406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XO3ZXZr0q3g/TqVn6VEbXzI/AAAAAAAABiM/YTTdpDvMNQk/s400/PA160406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667049957901426482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;By the time we reached Kampung Topaz which is far at the other end, all the candles were blown away so we had to light them again in front of her chalet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSLgkywmmjw/TqVqOcLvOOI/AAAAAAAABiY/blvJj5l6da8/s1600/PA170420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSLgkywmmjw/TqVqOcLvOOI/AAAAAAAABiY/blvJj5l6da8/s400/PA170420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667052502431774946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v40Z82-a4Xw/TqWYHk59D6I/AAAAAAAABik/cW0wwYuHLdI/s1600/PA170421.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/-v40Z82-a4Xw/TqWYHk59D6I/AAAAAAAABik/cW0wwYuHLdI/s400/PA170421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667102962048896930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cutting the cake&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjIT9mGrnNI/TqWZ7BviWaI/AAAAAAAABiw/tCuyw_f2BZU/s1600/PA170423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjIT9mGrnNI/TqWZ7BviWaI/AAAAAAAABiw/tCuyw_f2BZU/s400/PA170423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667104945474787746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;with Nadhirah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to upload more, but some of the girls who actually wear hijab weren't wearing them so I better not do so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot to bring my broadband so I am suffering here, with the super slow KY wifi. It takes half an hour to actually upload a picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2839542853735487578?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2839542853735487578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2839542853735487578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2839542853735487578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2839542853735487578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/marissa-turned-18-last-week.html' title='Marissa turned 18 last week!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iShXPJlHfCA/TqVgHolzNOI/AAAAAAAABho/ur19uQyEs0Y/s72-c/PA160398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3380078977782460924</id><published>2011-10-23T10:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:13:20.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAwU1kcK8o/TqOWHHOIH-I/AAAAAAAABgU/A0QtPLLAy3k/s1600/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAwU1kcK8o/TqOWHHOIH-I/AAAAAAAABgU/A0QtPLLAy3k/s400/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666537805103767522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;With Ikha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the most productive weekend I could ever have right now, despite this weekend being a short weekend (classes on Saturday, we are only allowed to go back after class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Real Steel with Mai and Ikha. Haven't seen Ikha for ages! Okay I might have exaggerated a bit, but 3 weeks are long okay! The movie was awesome. Went home from KY, then out with my mom and sister for a while, then straight to Sunway Pyramid. I was really late. The movie started at 7 pm, but 6.40 pm I was still in Shah Alam. Reached Sunway Pyramid around 7.15 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know that we were going to watch Real Steel, I didn't even know what the movie was all about. Lembah Beringin did this to me! I am so not up to date. I don't know what movies are showing now, what songs are on air etc. Yesterday, all I knew was that we were going to watch a movie, that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since exams are over and now that I'm home, I got the chance to learn more about the new house, and how to operate things over here. We have the twins, Inaz and Abang (my cousins, Sha's sister and brother) staying over here for a month. So yesterday Inaz taught me how to use the new microwave and sorts. This morning, woke up early to help my mom gardening. Learnt more and more about our new garden. Still not very familiar with the switches though. There are too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E5s8xx7r_8/TqOYDKw6qiI/AAAAAAAABgg/4tBHHvO47MA/s1600/IMG_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0E5s8xx7r_8/TqOYDKw6qiI/AAAAAAAABgg/4tBHHvO47MA/s400/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666539936358771234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The number of school shoes at our house multiplied!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah we have 41 switches in the living room, I just counted =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TajvgUb5wbc/TqOZ6qoRE5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/F7raVd8TslE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TajvgUb5wbc/TqOZ6qoRE5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/F7raVd8TslE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666541989316858770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0FpeZcADyE/TqOZ20I51wI/AAAAAAAABhE/ggD2HA-LjWM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0FpeZcADyE/TqOZ20I51wI/AAAAAAAABhE/ggD2HA-LjWM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666541923150190338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qoSixInoOs/TqOZy0kwvaI/AAAAAAAABg4/n4_QIdPTN1M/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qoSixInoOs/TqOZy0kwvaI/AAAAAAAABg4/n4_QIdPTN1M/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666541854547557794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRY7MeYZRAo/TqOZvTHlS7I/AAAAAAAABgs/_Z2N2zOzLSo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25232.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/-eRY7MeYZRAo/TqOZvTHlS7I/AAAAAAAABgs/_Z2N2zOzLSo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2B12.32%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666541794027195314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who's still a noob, not knowing how things work in this house. Don't blame me, I live in KY most of the time and things are so much simpler there. We are only provided with the basics, no technological stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Questions : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where are the cutleries? &lt;br /&gt;How do I use the microwave?&lt;br /&gt; Where is Zone 2? *while pointing at the alarm monitor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this new house, it's almost four times bigger than the old one. Walking from one end to the other end can be pretty tiring. Even our cat was caught hyperventilating and panting after walking from Mama's wing to the kids' wing. There are two ends (we call them wings), my sisters' rooms are at one end, whereas me and my parents' room are at the other end. Don't ask me why I'm there :B Like I said, walking can be so tiring that we always end up calling or whatsapp-ing each other instead of walking to each other's rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen this house through all of its stages, even back when this piece of land was still covered with trees with families of monkeys living on top of them, down to designing it, then its construction started, furnishing and decorating and finally, living in it. Going back to the old house really did remind me of a lot of things. It was our home, for 15 years. I miss that old house of ours, miss the lack of space, miss the kitchen that looks undone, miss the leaking pipes etc. However,  this new house is the house that we built from scratch and this is our home now. "A home is built with love and dreams". This is definitely, a coalition of love and dreams. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3380078977782460924?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3380078977782460924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3380078977782460924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3380078977782460924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3380078977782460924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/with-ikha-im-having-most-productive.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAwU1kcK8o/TqOWHHOIH-I/AAAAAAAABgU/A0QtPLLAy3k/s72-c/IMG_1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2809631831432110433</id><published>2011-10-21T23:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:03:26.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>It's Destiny</title><content type='html'>There are four of us in this chalet, god knew better to let the person in charge to put us together. Well in this case, it's just me, Aziey and Amal. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned about me being all undomestic. Yes, we the three undomestic people are all placed in the same chalet. As if they knew. Whenever we talk about our similarities, this always comes out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"So this is why we're destined to be chalet mates"&lt;/span&gt;. None of us are from boarding school except for Deyna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two bathrooms in our chalet. It's supposed to be 2 to a bathroom but we ended up having 3 to 1 , and 1 to 1. Aziey, Amal and I will always shower at the left one, Deyna will always use the right one. Ours is the one with the retarded door (I swear it's so retarded that it took me 5 minutes just to close it this morning!). Deyna's is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bathroom's water pressure is fantastic compared to Deyna's. It's just that the users are all undomestic and I shall say that it's quite dirty. Okay it's not dirty anymore, it's filthy! We've only cleaned it for a few times, after four months of being here. I know, it disgusts me to, just at the thought of it =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, our rooms are all clean and tidy, it's just this one, that our knees tend to get weak and jelly-ish when it comes to cleaning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimidated by Deyna's super clean bathroom, today after leaving the sports complex, we decided to clean the bathroom. Finally, after procrastinating it for sooooo long. Amal scrubbed the floor and the walls, I did the toilet bowl, mirror and counter top. It was not easy! We took a long time to finish everything. I bet if Nadia or Dee (our next door neighbour in Kampung Garnet) were the ones who did it, they would've finished in less than half than an hour. They are pro cleaners I tell you! I managed to experiment the mirror-cleaning process using newspapers and I aced it. I've been watching Bibik Ayu doing it, but never have I tried it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1K6rrLGQZqM/TqGVOXU9lCI/AAAAAAAABgI/ewAtUvG_cjs/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-21%2Bat%2B11.50.23%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1K6rrLGQZqM/TqGVOXU9lCI/AAAAAAAABgI/ewAtUvG_cjs/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-21%2Bat%2B11.50.23%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665973880221439010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, we cleaned that "bitch"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we rearranged the furnitures in our rooms. Now my room is all spacious. It could fit a carpet and a new laptop / bedside table. Everybody's tired. I guess that explains why all the lights in our chalet were all turned off at 10.50 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2809631831432110433?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2809631831432110433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2809631831432110433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2809631831432110433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2809631831432110433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-destiny.html' title='It&apos;s Destiny'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1K6rrLGQZqM/TqGVOXU9lCI/AAAAAAAABgI/ewAtUvG_cjs/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-21%2Bat%2B11.50.23%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3182885819307173177</id><published>2011-10-21T16:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:10:30.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just a bad day. Nadia came a little bit earlier to talk to me, then 1 am Deyna came into my room to check on me, I guess she heard me and that she was furious. So this morning, I woke up late because I had free blocks for the first two blocks. Guess what I found on top of the table in our common room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmwIxHtAfMU/TqFE_79E-5I/AAAAAAAABf8/LUzIYPMJgTI/s1600/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmwIxHtAfMU/TqFE_79E-5I/AAAAAAAABf8/LUzIYPMJgTI/s400/IMG_1650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665885671425112978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this thing! It's sooo yummy and partly because I've never seen it here in Malaysia. Made my day, despite the goldfish eyes I had in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's KY Open Day, parents of the future batch 14.5 (January intake) will come and "inspect" the college so Amal told me that we have to look nice. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3182885819307173177?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3182885819307173177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3182885819307173177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3182885819307173177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3182885819307173177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmwIxHtAfMU/TqFE_79E-5I/AAAAAAAABf8/LUzIYPMJgTI/s72-c/IMG_1650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6154872735465325667</id><published>2011-10-20T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:28:55.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down and think that everything's okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Karyn White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6154872735465325667?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6154872735465325667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6154872735465325667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6154872735465325667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6154872735465325667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-kind-of-girl-that-you-can-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3132783872960132864</id><published>2011-10-19T21:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:09:01.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>The Undomestic Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5kZ46SfEew/Tp7XimQvZuI/AAAAAAAABfw/qbWq515Izls/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-19%2Bat%2B21.35%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5kZ46SfEew/Tp7XimQvZuI/AAAAAAAABfw/qbWq515Izls/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-19%2Bat%2B21.35%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665202370664949474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Weda and Nadhirah came to our chalet, we watched Life As We Know It together. And I did not fall asleep this time! I tend to fall asleep watching slow-paced movies, and I actually did fall asleep the first time I saw this movie at Miza's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great movie, quite funny. But it actually scared me a bit, watching the difficult baby handling job, poop washing and whatnots. =.= Come to think of it, how will I handle those things when my time comes? I actually said this to Weda and the rest &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I wonder how our parents did that!"&lt;/span&gt; But then I kind of had this thought about what Mama once told me that she wasn't  really good with kids either, but then when she got us siblings, it came naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered her mentioning about "the pride" of holding your own baby etc. She even handled the three of us all by herself in Perlis when we were small, because my dad was working in Langkawi. We had no relatives around so like it or not, she had to do it herself. Don't get me wrong, she was not a housewife and she has never been one. She was working, and taking care of us. Mama, if you're reading this, you are one tough cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the undomestic me, I certainly do not know how to handle babies but I don't want bibik maid to handle my baby later on, neither do I want to leave my mom to take care of them. I'm sure I would have "the pride" all buried inside me. :p I am not saying I won't cry the first time I do the poop washing etc but I will do it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the undomestic me, I am forced to be domestic here in KY. There is no Bibik Ayu to clean my room so I have to do it myself. I just swept my room, wiped my book racks and study table. I couldn't care less about my room at home because no matter how massive the mess I make, Bibik Ayu will always clean them! But here, there is no bibik maid, I am my own maid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished cleaning an hour ago. *pats myself* I haven't done it since exam started. So I figured I better do it before dusts start collecting on the shelves, and hair starts accumulating on the floor. Mama, you can come to my room in KY now because it's all ready and prepared to be inspected! *flips hair, blows nails*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3132783872960132864?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3132783872960132864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3132783872960132864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3132783872960132864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3132783872960132864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/undomestic-goddess.html' title='The Undomestic Goddess'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5kZ46SfEew/Tp7XimQvZuI/AAAAAAAABfw/qbWq515Izls/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-19%2Bat%2B21.35%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7119369677539565709</id><published>2011-10-19T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:47:20.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>If it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger</title><content type='html'>For once, I want what I want, and this is when I don't even think about other people's wants. I am so tired, tired of having to wonder wether or not I should drop whatever feelings and thoughts that keep on lingering in my head. And right now, right at this second this particular smell is making me feel uncomfortable and nauseous. I know that I shouldn't expect my each and every time to be the same, because it gets harder every single time and we were all born different. The longer you keep it, the more it poisons you. I don't even know if this post makes sense but I just need to get these little things out of my head. I myself am not sure what "these things" are. Okay I just want to snuggle under the duvet, and I just need a hug. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7119369677539565709?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7119369677539565709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7119369677539565709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7119369677539565709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7119369677539565709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-it-doesnt-kill-you-itll-make-you.html' title='If it doesn&apos;t kill you it&apos;ll make you stronger'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5019639368503498493</id><published>2011-10-18T18:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:19:50.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobooth</title><content type='html'>Was going through my photobooth, where I found some really old pictures of myself wearing braces. Most of them were taken at my old house. I missssssss. Feeling very nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB98Ykt_uzk/Tp1axKa6WVI/AAAAAAAABfY/J8_IoWuwZuw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB98Ykt_uzk/Tp1axKa6WVI/AAAAAAAABfY/J8_IoWuwZuw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664783706959272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiYnNOzqkSo/Tp1ZELKHzxI/AAAAAAAABfA/lw5Y0_mDBDo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-04%2Bat%2B16.06.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/-BiYnNOzqkSo/Tp1ZELKHzxI/AAAAAAAABfA/lw5Y0_mDBDo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-04%2Bat%2B16.06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664781834551545618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTNS1ZmeTdQ/Tp1Y3RoI00I/AAAAAAAABe0/YT_teyv_UxQ/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2010-05-22%2Bat%2B14.36%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTNS1ZmeTdQ/Tp1Y3RoI00I/AAAAAAAABe0/YT_teyv_UxQ/s400/4-up%2Bon%2B2010-05-22%2Bat%2B14.36%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664781612949754690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After playing the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_XMn-fwBO0/Tp1YovHRXwI/AAAAAAAABeo/uq7gYD__yJE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-03%2Bat%2B14.57.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/-D_XMn-fwBO0/Tp1YovHRXwI/AAAAAAAABeo/uq7gYD__yJE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-03%2Bat%2B14.57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664781363166928642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I first got this macbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmYerz3I0YE/Tp4XegqG-_I/AAAAAAAABfk/GR-IBH_rBsI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-02%2Bat%2B06.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmYerz3I0YE/Tp4XegqG-_I/AAAAAAAABfk/GR-IBH_rBsI/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-02%2Bat%2B06.51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664991194208730098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In my graduation kurung top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckSFoq-Yu9k/Tp1YArGrjKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/M4zN8BXBFrw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-11%2Bat%2B15.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckSFoq-Yu9k/Tp1YArGrjKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/M4zN8BXBFrw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-11%2Bat%2B15.22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664780674895940770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In my school uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pXDDYyIb2I/Tp1ZcCw3VqI/AAAAAAAABfM/I3wrD_rCxBA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B17.33%2B%25233.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/-5pXDDYyIb2I/Tp1ZcCw3VqI/AAAAAAAABfM/I3wrD_rCxBA/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B17.33%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664782244614985378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now sadly, no braces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5019639368503498493?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5019639368503498493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5019639368503498493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5019639368503498493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5019639368503498493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/photobooth.html' title='Photobooth'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB98Ykt_uzk/Tp1axKa6WVI/AAAAAAAABfY/J8_IoWuwZuw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5340025522018668394</id><published>2011-10-18T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:08:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nescafe</title><content type='html'>Hello I am back again! Aaaaaand I have finished my papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk further about the papers because basically, they were not worth staying up for :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm just gonna tell you a story about me and nescafe. I don't know if I have ever mentioned about this before, but last year, when I was sitting for a school internal exam around June I did not sleep for one night because of nescafe! I bought 6 cans of nescafe, but I only drank HALF of ONE can because I didn't want to feel sleepy while doing maths (I had maths paper the next morning). But it turned out that I couldn't sleep for the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened again. Last two nights, I couldn't sleep because I had one can. I wanted to stay awake until 2 am because I didn't want to wake up early to study. Might as well finish everything that night (last minute!).  But I ended up not sleeping at all. I got sick of the tossing and turning so I ended up doing some multiple choice questions for econs for five minutes and listen to my ipod during the subsequent hours until Subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when I was supposed to study for history after Econs paper, I slept! I guess I was too tired that I had a dream about Econs graphs, Legal Tender and some other stuff that we learnt in Econs class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a small amount of caffeine affects me so much. I have never been a coffee fan, but I always decide to have it during the exams (I thought it was a smart idea, sigh) and look at what it did to me! I shall write another post about Marissa's birthday. Wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. KY has a new convenience store. I was all excited to see lots of chocolates and snacks such as Snickers, Kit Kat, M&amp;Ms and some other essential things like shampoos, magazines and newspapers on the racks. Finally, some civilisation. No need to go to Tanjung Malim afterall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5340025522018668394?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5340025522018668394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5340025522018668394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5340025522018668394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5340025522018668394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/nescafe.html' title='Nescafe'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8066056774236990697</id><published>2011-10-14T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:15:44.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chalet mate</title><content type='html'>This is what she wrote on her twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So apparently, I'm the joke of the century to my chaletmates. All I gotta do is stand there and they'll laugh like I'm Russell Peters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she said just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : We were brushing our teeth, side by side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The toilet + bathroom in our chalet is so small kan! It's like the size of the shower room at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Yeah it's like we can shower and poop at the same time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to meet her. She is hilarious. Yes, just by seeing her facial expression, you can laugh for the whole 5 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8066056774236990697?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8066056774236990697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8066056774236990697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8066056774236990697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8066056774236990697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-chalet-mate.html' title='My chalet mate'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-383014595591350057</id><published>2011-10-11T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:56:46.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paper</title><content type='html'>Up early to compensate last night's long sleep. It's raining here in Lembah Beringin. Our first paper (IELTS) starts today. Right now I'm at my study table, with my window open. Love the smell of rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-383014595591350057?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/383014595591350057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=383014595591350057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/383014595591350057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/383014595591350057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-paper.html' title='First Paper'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3098289116562591762</id><published>2011-10-10T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:45:14.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expedit</title><content type='html'>Remember the Expedit shelves and table I mentioned about? This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rBJfjaZvd0/TpKwaJ9MS2I/AAAAAAAABeI/3XvvGcJKTlc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-09%2Bat%2B14.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rBJfjaZvd0/TpKwaJ9MS2I/AAAAAAAABeI/3XvvGcJKTlc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-09%2Bat%2B14.19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661781644953799522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Y1ecG4YJQ/TpKwVW4nGGI/AAAAAAAABeA/IiLLL_DnVFc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-09%2Bat%2B14.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Y1ecG4YJQ/TpKwVW4nGGI/AAAAAAAABeA/IiLLL_DnVFc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-09%2Bat%2B14.18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661781562524899426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sha was not the person who assembled it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3098289116562591762?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3098289116562591762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3098289116562591762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3098289116562591762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3098289116562591762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/expedit.html' title='Expedit'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rBJfjaZvd0/TpKwaJ9MS2I/AAAAAAAABeI/3XvvGcJKTlc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-09%2Bat%2B14.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1685057176665671982</id><published>2011-10-10T15:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:29:32.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Sha's Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>Apart from throwing tantrums, she also complained about not having anybody to eat with her during her birthday. Everybody was so busy because her parents were leaving that very night to perform Hajj, and my family was busy  because our new house was a mess. We sent her parents to Tabung Haji Complex in Kelana Jaya. By the time we left, it was already 10.45 pm. During that time, she was so sure that her birthday was almost over and yet still, no celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know, we had a little something planned for her. Sha's friends from her CAT class in Uitm contacted me to arrange a birthday surprise for her. They bought a cake, and my family bought buckets of KFC, soft drinks etc. It was not much but it was awesome, because she was really surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends entered the house gate and I was supposed to distract her and keep her upstairs but obviously it was so difficult! I gave her stupid reasons not to go downstairs. I told her that I had something to tell her but then I just remained silent, all speechless not knowing what to tell! She gave me the "are you trying to be funny?" look. I wanted to make a story up but it was too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went down anyway, and smelled the candles from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--H1i07LEfNU/TpKpR69Q61I/AAAAAAAABdg/hUSRYXSH7W4/s1600/IMG_1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--H1i07LEfNU/TpKpR69Q61I/AAAAAAAABdg/hUSRYXSH7W4/s400/IMG_1599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661773806907222866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Surprise!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99SJiNLtJMk/TpKp5Hg8v7I/AAAAAAAABdo/pA6QHHvIN1Y/s1600/IMG_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99SJiNLtJMk/TpKp5Hg8v7I/AAAAAAAABdo/pA6QHHvIN1Y/s400/IMG_1600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661774480293019570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb20bSzQXNo/TpKqZAvUEnI/AAAAAAAABdw/36zBIXFVp7M/s1600/IMG_1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb20bSzQXNo/TpKqZAvUEnI/AAAAAAAABdw/36zBIXFVp7M/s400/IMG_1606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661775028230034034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7femqG8A94/TpKrJ-QnWcI/AAAAAAAABd4/Q4a7zA7nXxg/s1600/IMG_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7femqG8A94/TpKrJ-QnWcI/AAAAAAAABd4/Q4a7zA7nXxg/s400/IMG_1612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661775869377993154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Belated birthday dinner with the girls at Nando's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Happy 18th birthday my dearest cousin Sha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just realised that I did not blog about my 18th birthday celebrations (yes, I had more than one! hehe) because I closed this blog, temporarily for months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1685057176665671982?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1685057176665671982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1685057176665671982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1685057176665671982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1685057176665671982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/shas-birthday-surprise.html' title='Sha&apos;s Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--H1i07LEfNU/TpKpR69Q61I/AAAAAAAABdg/hUSRYXSH7W4/s72-c/IMG_1599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8193733170633569926</id><published>2011-10-07T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:02:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of 6th October</title><content type='html'>I have sooo little time to blog, actually. I'm going back to KY on Sunday, my exam starts on Tuesday and guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T STUDIED. Well, I just did a bit on physics and read a little bit of econs but that's all. Asil and Bob's tweets are scaring me. They sound so intellectual, just by discussing chemistry on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would love to blog about Sha's surprise birthday celebration at my house, and the miraculous night I had when I actually got the chance to Oovoo-over with Zhafir. Usually it's skypeover (skype + sleepover) but since he couldn't go on Skype... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I would like to mention one thing that amazes me until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd0d2eAX3tQ/To6TG4kEyeI/AAAAAAAABdY/gKV7fUOxS_w/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-07%2Bat%2B13.48.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/-Yd0d2eAX3tQ/To6TG4kEyeI/AAAAAAAABdY/gKV7fUOxS_w/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-07%2Bat%2B13.48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660623528123484642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Torkel Chair from Ikea. Guess who assembled it? Yes, it was non-other than the birthday girl herself. I have to admit, she does odd things that girls wouldn't volunteer to do.  Assembled the wheels, screws etc from scratch. Yes I know, that Ikea's products are designed in such a way that they can be assembled easily but I know that it means something when she said that she's gonna assemble my Expedit Shelves + Table today after her successful attempt of assembling this chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8193733170633569926?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8193733170633569926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8193733170633569926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8193733170633569926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8193733170633569926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-bit-of-6th-october.html' title='A little bit of 6th October'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd0d2eAX3tQ/To6TG4kEyeI/AAAAAAAABdY/gKV7fUOxS_w/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-07%2Bat%2B13.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7954672910467067102</id><published>2011-10-04T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:41:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>You know what made my day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuvN57vV2L8/TosMpzpmRPI/AAAAAAAABdI/SH2wjvBMVmY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-04%2Bat%2B9.36.48%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuvN57vV2L8/TosMpzpmRPI/AAAAAAAABdI/SH2wjvBMVmY/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-04%2Bat%2B9.36.48%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659631269100012786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrVlmKyfrE/TosMxgDd7QI/AAAAAAAABdQ/aqHIxNZ806c/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-04%2Bat%2B9.38.01%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrVlmKyfrE/TosMxgDd7QI/AAAAAAAABdQ/aqHIxNZ806c/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-04%2Bat%2B9.38.01%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659631401278762242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. strong, for some reasons :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7954672910467067102?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7954672910467067102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7954672910467067102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7954672910467067102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7954672910467067102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuvN57vV2L8/TosMpzpmRPI/AAAAAAAABdI/SH2wjvBMVmY/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-04%2Bat%2B9.36.48%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5006969057191071927</id><published>2011-10-04T21:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:56:16.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>I love holidays</title><content type='html'>Well.. I had a great time yesterday and today :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library to study, had to pick up Kamil and Dz. While waiting for Dz's arrival, I had some of Mak Uda's cupcakes &amp; cookies. Yummmmmm. Studied a little bit of econs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Weda, Beans and her cousin. Then off to Tasik Shah Alam for a jog with Asil and Dz, dragged Sab along. I did one full round of Tasik Shah Alam! I beat Dz, finished before he did *5 minutes of pure brilliance*. Everyone was sooo sweaty and uhh smelled nice. My car seats were all fabric (perfectttt right?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution : I made them sit on newspapers :b Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQRv5HRwYDM/TosHiE7KS1I/AAAAAAAABco/9LTOCHwmmVA/s1600/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;curhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifsor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQRv5HRwYDM/TosHiE7KS1I/AAAAAAAABco/9LTOCHwmmVA/s320/IMG_1563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659625638739987282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so they did this while I did nothing :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo tiring that I can barely hold my eyes last night. Ayu and Mai came to my new house, to help with the bed sheets etc. Well, I sort of bugged them to come because Along was with Abang Ashraf, and Zubair helped with Angah's room and I.. on the other hand.. had nobody! I was singing "I miss you like crazy" and I surely do know I sounded crazy so this is what Mai said and it never fails to make me laugh until now "you ni either kemaruk cinta, or you need karaoke". I don't know how those two things relate but.. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dD-uIRTPF4E/TosIKCTmVTI/AAAAAAAABcw/J0zMfubSWRQ/s1600/IMG_1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dD-uIRTPF4E/TosIKCTmVTI/AAAAAAAABcw/J0zMfubSWRQ/s320/IMG_1566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659626325231949106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A little bit of makan makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5006969057191071927?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5006969057191071927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5006969057191071927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5006969057191071927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5006969057191071927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-holidays.html' title='I love holidays'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQRv5HRwYDM/TosHiE7KS1I/AAAAAAAABco/9LTOCHwmmVA/s72-c/IMG_1563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8471040500412731140</id><published>2011-10-03T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:34:40.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>The Heart of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Pain throws your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around, no, it won't all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8471040500412731140?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8471040500412731140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8471040500412731140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8471040500412731140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8471040500412731140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-escape-from-love-once-gentle.html' title='The Heart of Life'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8007965966854116149</id><published>2011-10-03T00:24:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:36:35.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>Muhamad Zhafir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP6ZaUyhe94/ToiY860IIOI/AAAAAAAABcg/KIG-q7Cxg-A/s1600/309683_10150338624254490_775549489_7919059_122681289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP6ZaUyhe94/ToiY860IIOI/AAAAAAAABcg/KIG-q7Cxg-A/s320/309683_10150338624254490_775549489_7919059_122681289_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658941104138494178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look at the watch I gave you now. NOW. :) So.. Here's what I want to tell you. It was quite a hassle, choosing a farewell gift for you. I had to go from one shop to another, ask my friends' opinion, my mum's, and that's how I ended up getting that watch for you. Yes, the gift is a watch. This is why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a watch because I was looking for something that you could have with you, most of the time, something which is a necessity so that it could be something that you'd look at intervals. I couldn't think of anything, until I walked pass a watch shop. It's rubber-strapped because you sweat all the time! It'll smell bad if you wear a leather-strapped watch. Its face is big because well, your body frame is basically big too. So it fits you perfectly. It's dark blue so that it'll match everything and every colour that I have in mind that you'd wear. Since you never wear gaudy &amp; striking odd colours, I'm guessing it's safe to buy dark blue..? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dual time. Main time, Indian time and the digital time is Malaysian time. Every time you look at the watch, and check the time, I hope you'd remember me. I hope you would always wonder, about whatever activities I might be doing, judging by the Malaysian time. I hope you'd bring a part of me around your wrist, everywhere you go so that you will always bear in mind that even when we're so far from each other, there's a piece of me that you carry everywhere you go. I hope whenever you catch a glimpse of the watch and the time, you'd think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I haven't been sleeping well, just at the thought of you leaving so soon. I was scared, and I felt the pain in my stomach, you know the pain you get when you're nervous? Yes, that one. I was scared that it'd be different. And yes, now that you're not here anymore, it does make a difference. My day feels empty without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you off last night was difficult. I can't say that I wasn't sad, even though I was all masked with happy faces in most of the pictures we took. I tried. I did not want to cry, because long ago, you once told me not to cry when I send you off at the airport. Truth is, I was devastated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years of you, then suddenly no you? Absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something that I would like to tell you, or to be precise, to confess to you. I don't think you remember going to my house, pressing my door bell button etc before leaving for MRSM, but you did. Do you know why I remember? Because you have once asked me, if I cried when you left for MRSM. I lied. I told you I did not cry but yes, I did. I wasn't home, and my dad was the one who opened the door. You told him that you wanted to say goodbye to me, before leaving for boarding school. I was only informed about it when you've left, and tears started rolling down my cheeks because I hated that feeling. I didn't get to say goodbye back. But I was fine, the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, that we'd end up together, which leads to another goodbye. This time, it's not a normal goodbye, not a goodbye as friends. It's a painful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your question of "You menangis ke, masa I pergi MRSM dulu?" really reminds me of what happened years ago. I tried asking my dad about it, and yes, he still remembers. I didn't want it to happen again, so I made it a point to send you off this time, even if it meant leaving late and pressuring Lydia to drive 170km/h and to overtake other cars at the slow lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent you off anyway even though seeing you leave made me feel like I was carrying the weight of the earth. I have chosen to let you go chase your dreams. I did that, with an open heart. I hope that you would study. Go ahead, chase your dreams, become what you want to be. I wish you the best of luck, and I hope to see you coming back to our hometown all ready to be called a doctor. By all means, go for it. Do it with passion and enthusiasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, neighbour. And I hope you would return five years to come, loving me just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8007965966854116149?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8007965966854116149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8007965966854116149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8007965966854116149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8007965966854116149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/10/muhamad-zhafir.html' title='Muhamad Zhafir'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CP6ZaUyhe94/ToiY860IIOI/AAAAAAAABcg/KIG-q7Cxg-A/s72-c/309683_10150338624254490_775549489_7919059_122681289_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1503394470257428316</id><published>2011-09-30T23:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:30:18.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1l4EE3bEDg/ToiMSF7BeiI/AAAAAAAABcY/B72WHTnNzMU/s1600/P9290318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1l4EE3bEDg/ToiMSF7BeiI/AAAAAAAABcY/B72WHTnNzMU/s320/P9290318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658927174246300194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I am going to write about what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, so yeah late for a shower, late for breakfast led to late for class. My first block was Economics. The whole day was nothing but a blur. I didn't concentrate in class, my thoughts were everywhere! We had tutorial as usual, but ours went short, we only had to answer the IT survey then our tutor was no where to be seen so Nadia, Syazana and I decided to grab an ice cream at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a law talk by University of Nottingham held at LT2, the one I didn't go for. Changed for olympics, all ready in my Garnet Jersey. Went straight to the field with Fad, warmed up (that whole field jog and a bit of stretching was obviously not enough) and waited for about half and hour. Then I had to run for 400m and 4x200m. They put me in the innermost lane.  The run started. I heard a whole lot of Garnetrons cheering for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember which sprint was it, but I'm pretty sure I've finished the second hundred sprint. But what I am sure of is that I was leading, and suddenly I couldn't feel my legs, my muscles started pulling and it hurt so badly. I felt my pace starting to get shortened, and after some time, I saw the other runners passed beside me, I wanted to stop, but instead I jerked forward and I fell down (inertia, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost. I felt that my whole world was falling apart. But then something made my day; A whole bunch of people in red jerseys (Garnetrons) came to that side of the field, they came for me. :) Well I guess I haven't been sprinting since.. last year's school sports day? Maybe the warm up wasn't enough too, so yeah, muscle cramps. Anyway, thank you to those who were there, those who came to my chalet to comfort me and yes, Wawa who said "alala nak ice cream?" I felt like a little child all over again :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1503394470257428316?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1503394470257428316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1503394470257428316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1503394470257428316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1503394470257428316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-promised-i-am-going-to-write-about.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1l4EE3bEDg/ToiMSF7BeiI/AAAAAAAABcY/B72WHTnNzMU/s72-c/P9290318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5682630098828710082</id><published>2011-09-29T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:01:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that</title><content type='html'>Something happened today, but I don't think I can hold my eyes any longer. I'll write about it tomorrow. This post is merely for the sake of an update. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that my eyebags are pretty bad when Hatim asked if I haven't been sleeping. I haven't slept well these few nights, really. Kept waking up at intervals. Yesterday, I slept in the most uncomfortable way. Accidentally actually. Was in front of the laptop watching a movie while waiting for Zhafir to come back and wake me up for skype session, but he came home really late, didn't wake me up, so tertidur just like that. Slept with my contact lenses, uncomfortable outfit &amp; no comforter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been getting nightmares this past few nights too, always end up waking up sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'm sleepy as hell O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5682630098828710082?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5682630098828710082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5682630098828710082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5682630098828710082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5682630098828710082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1133970803700518649</id><published>2011-09-27T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:30:36.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3wx-fqn-ck/ToGZj8Oi_KI/AAAAAAAABcQ/X9ST_CDcOAo/s1600/P9260221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3wx-fqn-ck/ToGZj8Oi_KI/AAAAAAAABcQ/X9ST_CDcOAo/s320/P9260221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656971449695665314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun. We had KYUEM Mooncake Festival organised by Chinese Cultural Club (CCC) and it was awesome! My chalet mates and I thought that we were gonna stay there just for a while to see the performances &amp; buy the mooncake but no, we stayed there till the end, played some games and visited each and every booth they had. And lastly, we did our "lantern walk". I don't specifically know what the walk is actually called though but it was so beautiful! You know, lots of lanterns all lighted and paraded around the college :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes went on as usual, but my thoughts were everywhere the whole time! I was thinking about exams, the holidays, my following days to come when October starts and home. I've always wanted to study and I've been telling myself to do so but I'm just too lazy. I know, I know. Dragging along my high school habits to KY is not a wise thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight, I'm going to just eat dinner with my pet family at the DH then straight to the RC to study chemistry with some seniors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1133970803700518649?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1133970803700518649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1133970803700518649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1133970803700518649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1133970803700518649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3wx-fqn-ck/ToGZj8Oi_KI/AAAAAAAABcQ/X9ST_CDcOAo/s72-c/P9260221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1490738964958562992</id><published>2011-09-26T10:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:31:00.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>It's Monday Mondayyyy</title><content type='html'>It's funny when I scrolled down my blog, and saw some old posts, those of the beginning of the year. 9 months really did past so fast. So many things happened, writing them here would be time consuming so I'll pass. I'll just mention certain events whenever I think it applies to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Monday! I got back here (KYUEM) last night around 10.45pm. Spent the weekend in Shah Alam since Zhafir's leaving this coming Friday. It's... sad and it fears me a little. Within 9 months, a lot of things happened. But when he goes my weekday routines aren't going to change. I'll wake up early for my 8.15 am class, lunch break, sleep or go to the cafe/RC whenever there's free blocks, do sports or sleep in the evening etc. It'll stay the same but it's the weekends that I'm worried about. Normally I'd look forward to come home every weekend to see him and my mom, of course, together with my hometown friends. There's no more of Zhafir after this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening. Mai's driving to HELP University every single day, I just knew that she's not staying at HELP residence anymore after getting a car. It kind of demotivates me to stay in KY since it's a boarding college, especially when I know that there's nothing else to look forward to at the end of every week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's leaving for London next month, my one-week leave will start this Friday so yeah, I'm gonna help my parents with the new house, spend some time with Lydia &amp; the others and then hopefully, study for my exam. I'm struggling here, this college is full of superiors so yeah. I really don't know what to expect. The college's gonna mail our exam results to our parents. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6TcdyofEU/Tn_iwHc2m8I/AAAAAAAABb4/Dv1VRQkIC48/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-28%2Bat%2B23.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6TcdyofEU/Tn_iwHc2m8I/AAAAAAAABb4/Dv1VRQkIC48/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-28%2Bat%2B23.14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656488973262298050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HI0deRmJ7N4/Tn_jytUFV3I/AAAAAAAABcI/-M_KdiTxNoY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-28%2Bat%2B23.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HI0deRmJ7N4/Tn_jytUFV3I/AAAAAAAABcI/-M_KdiTxNoY/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-28%2Bat%2B23.02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656490117297428338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, this is more or less how we live in KY. A chalet of four rooms, one to a room. A few chalets in one Kampung. There are four Kampungs for four houses; Garnet, Diamond, Sapphire and Topaz. And we do everything from academics, sports, arts &amp; performances in order to win the House Cup.  This is a picture of me &amp; my friends during our burger night at my chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1490738964958562992?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1490738964958562992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1490738964958562992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1490738964958562992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1490738964958562992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-monday-mondayyyy.html' title='It&apos;s Monday Mondayyyy'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC6TcdyofEU/Tn_iwHc2m8I/AAAAAAAABb4/Dv1VRQkIC48/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-28%2Bat%2B23.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4106303252856921817</id><published>2011-03-08T15:12:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:43:28.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Hello 2011</title><content type='html'>It has been ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 4 days to go, till I turn eighteen. The memories of how I used to enjoy blogging so much 3 years back make me realise that I should maybe, just maybe continue blogging just to catch a glimpse of joy that I used to had back then. No, I am not starting up a new blog, I am however continuing the journey of this blog. 3/4 of the contents of this blog, my sweet old posts have been moved to thrash, as some contain sensitive issues. They weren't sensitive back then but they are and would be for my those whom I love, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who have been reading this blog since 2008, do not expect to see all old posts viewable, most of them aren't here anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch up, shall we? So on the 1st of January, my sister got engaged. Then sometime around January, I went to Port Dickson with Lydia and Mai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4_jN7oBICY/TXXZylqEbAI/AAAAAAAABaU/lPWqBICY-tI/s1600/167050_194005140613500_100000120471144_783813_2658260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4_jN7oBICY/TXXZylqEbAI/AAAAAAAABaU/lPWqBICY-tI/s320/167050_194005140613500_100000120471144_783813_2658260_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581606776320846850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went to see Secondhand Serenade at Bentley Music Auditorium. The next day, we got the chance to actually meet them, in person! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFzuP5C8VsE/TXw-7QhavBI/AAAAAAAABbc/ikZPrKXcJGw/s1600/168772_184092001614965_100000425007465_536966_7510670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFzuP5C8VsE/TXw-7QhavBI/AAAAAAAABbc/ikZPrKXcJGw/s320/168772_184092001614965_100000425007465_536966_7510670_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583406825800907794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wgZOMz2Iyg/TXw9EUGK19I/AAAAAAAABbU/cofTz3GFId4/s1600/162784_184086884948810_100000425007465_536899_7604728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wgZOMz2Iyg/TXw9EUGK19I/AAAAAAAABbU/cofTz3GFId4/s320/162784_184086884948810_100000425007465_536899_7604728_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583404782355929042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In february, I went for a girl trip with my mom, siblings, aunt and Sha to Jakarta &amp; Bandung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-5SPCVZKTc/TXXcyWHi2UI/AAAAAAAABas/sD_tZPZGoJY/s1600/P1020551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-5SPCVZKTc/TXXcyWHi2UI/AAAAAAAABas/sD_tZPZGoJY/s320/P1020551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581610070684391746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th of February, I had my JPJ test and I passed! Got my license card on Wednesday, and it marked my first day as a legal driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgZfyAAAXc4/TXXfOw-LCsI/AAAAAAAABa0/97Lp1Yafh9Q/s1600/182445_10150106780909490_775549489_6146680_7371537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgZfyAAAXc4/TXXfOw-LCsI/AAAAAAAABa0/97Lp1Yafh9Q/s320/182445_10150106780909490_775549489_6146680_7371537_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581612757952432834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QA8vPVKLJ0k/TXXfb2-xwtI/AAAAAAAABa8/tCTI0Bq3M_c/s1600/182701_10150106781614490_775549489_6146687_744298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QA8vPVKLJ0k/TXXfb2-xwtI/AAAAAAAABa8/tCTI0Bq3M_c/s320/182701_10150106781614490_775549489_6146687_744298_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581612982903882450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early March (a few days ago), I went to Singapore with Mai, Lydia &amp; Zulaikha. It was such a last minute plan, even Lydia renewed &amp; got her passport on the 28th of February! My sister was in Singapore for work, so we decided to crash her hotel room there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od2P1YCoRjE/TXXg0x6VYJI/AAAAAAAABbE/3EyD_eEGZAk/s1600/183927_205535202793827_100000120471144_870406_6093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od2P1YCoRjE/TXXg0x6VYJI/AAAAAAAABbE/3EyD_eEGZAk/s320/183927_205535202793827_100000120471144_870406_6093_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581614510551425170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZiuDR3YTw/TXXhMherqKI/AAAAAAAABbM/LDkmiaShnSU/s1600/190209_205535109460503_100000120471144_870400_6845273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32ZiuDR3YTw/TXXhMherqKI/AAAAAAAABbM/LDkmiaShnSU/s320/190209_205535109460503_100000120471144_870400_6845273_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581614918457338018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4106303252856921817?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4106303252856921817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4106303252856921817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4106303252856921817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4106303252856921817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-2011.html' title='Hello 2011'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4_jN7oBICY/TXXZylqEbAI/AAAAAAAABaU/lPWqBICY-tI/s72-c/167050_194005140613500_100000120471144_783813_2658260_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5138968597127915369</id><published>2010-12-31T07:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:43:49.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I really miss him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So miss him. Send him some light and love every time you think of him, then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drop it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eat Pray Love 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5138968597127915369?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5138968597127915369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5138968597127915369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5138968597127915369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5138968597127915369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-miss-him-so-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-9136005102577315644</id><published>2010-12-28T15:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:21:25.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Stories'/><title type='text'>Yee Haw</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a productive day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my usual breakfast with mom and Hanis outside, then came back to finish some chores while mom went out with Hanis to claim her IC. Omg speaking of her Identification Card, I am officially not alone! I spent 10 minutes of pure happiness because my sister too, has a "beautiful" photo on her IC, just like me :B Except that mine is a little bit of a chinese ghost and hers is more of a long-haired zombie. Now at least I have something good to use against her when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for Sab and Lydia to come over. We headed to Empire Shopping Complex in Subang to do job-hunting. Filled in some forms and left my phone number at a number of stores, most of them are clothing stores. Looking for a job = The last thing I wanted to do during my holidays. But I guess that was before I realised the boredom and the need of something to keep me occupied. We got bored, eventually so we went to Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab and I watched Little Fockers. It was hilarious :D Only couple seats were available so we had no choice than to just go with it. How sweet :p Lydia decided to settle for Rapunzel all alone. Yes she's weird like that. I don't think I could ever survive watching a movie at the cinema alone. I'd rather go shopping. Browsed the new arrivals at some stores and bought a top. Sab was such a bad influence :( Uhhh my guilty pleasure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not ask for a job there, though. I should have asked. It could be a brilliant excuse. I can always say that "the top could be my uniform once I start working with Topshop. You know how they encourage their staffs to wear their clothes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much how I spent my day yesterday. I started sneezing &amp; coughing back the second I got into the car to go home from Sunway Pyramid. I guess shopping malls radiate paracetamol, that's the reason why I was all okay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is killing me &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-9136005102577315644?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/9136005102577315644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=9136005102577315644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9136005102577315644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/9136005102577315644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/yee-haw.html' title='Yee Haw'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5990745293501078369</id><published>2010-12-27T02:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:39:06.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Wanie's birthday</title><content type='html'>Theme : Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to dig my wardrobe to look for a blue top because the theme was blue, couldn't find any so I settled with my sister's top. Blue is not my colour :S I think I should update my wardrobe and maybe, buy some blue tops. Anyway, the food was good. We brought balloons from Balloon Buzz, since Lyn's working there. It was soooo good to see everyone again. Everybody looked very happy :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about the the birthday dinner until 6 p.m. , so I didn't get her anything :/ She got nice presents though. So here are some of the pictures from Miza's camera. Feast your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReI0-84U7I/AAAAAAAABY4/zXyjZE3c1rw/s1600/47582_487286508971_771743971_5754780_7273875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReI0-84U7I/AAAAAAAABY4/zXyjZE3c1rw/s320/47582_487286508971_771743971_5754780_7273875_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555059109217719218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIvygT7aI/AAAAAAAABYw/KuEZqmyE6DI/s1600/166287_487273478971_771743971_5754589_5874414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIvygT7aI/AAAAAAAABYw/KuEZqmyE6DI/s320/166287_487273478971_771743971_5754589_5874414_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555059019977321890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIgzfctcI/AAAAAAAABYo/UpAZO8igu58/s1600/163655_487287448971_771743971_5754802_2036042_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIgzfctcI/AAAAAAAABYo/UpAZO8igu58/s320/163655_487287448971_771743971_5754802_2036042_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555058762544100802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIaCQNwwI/AAAAAAAABYg/Sj7uOCRY1x4/s1600/65426_487273353971_771743971_5754588_5980309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIaCQNwwI/AAAAAAAABYg/Sj7uOCRY1x4/s320/65426_487273353971_771743971_5754588_5980309_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555058646247654146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReISxnkFBI/AAAAAAAABYY/ot0MCvFl9M8/s1600/63686_487273673971_771743971_5754592_6334784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReISxnkFBI/AAAAAAAABYY/ot0MCvFl9M8/s320/63686_487273673971_771743971_5754592_6334784_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555058521523098642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIK-0EQQI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uVO8KOVW1Hc/s1600/156842_487286793971_771743971_5754789_529490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReIK-0EQQI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uVO8KOVW1Hc/s320/156842_487286793971_771743971_5754789_529490_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555058387626246402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReKbwtsaCI/AAAAAAAABZA/RoDe7W_tWpk/s1600/65435_487288783971_771743971_5754828_5688411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReKbwtsaCI/AAAAAAAABZA/RoDe7W_tWpk/s320/65435_487288783971_771743971_5754828_5688411_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555060874922453026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReKvHXXljI/AAAAAAAABZI/KGt5-iKQQyc/s1600/163965_487274398971_771743971_5754605_914844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReKvHXXljI/AAAAAAAABZI/KGt5-iKQQyc/s320/163965_487274398971_771743971_5754605_914844_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555061207420343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReK2rsTA6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/5OK0dCVsMDk/s1600/74622_487274303971_771743971_5754604_1843528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReK2rsTA6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/5OK0dCVsMDk/s320/74622_487274303971_771743971_5754604_1843528_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555061337430885282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReLq9rffLI/AAAAAAAABZY/onXbkLMwQRs/s1600/65853_487286348971_771743971_5754775_2083817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReLq9rffLI/AAAAAAAABZY/onXbkLMwQRs/s320/65853_487286348971_771743971_5754775_2083817_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555062235612544178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy 17th birthday Siti Shazwani Shahrani! Wish you happy returns &amp; a blissful year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5990745293501078369?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5990745293501078369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5990745293501078369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5990745293501078369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5990745293501078369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanies-birthday.html' title='Wanie&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TReI0-84U7I/AAAAAAAABY4/zXyjZE3c1rw/s72-c/47582_487286508971_771743971_5754780_7273875_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6533980330713603261</id><published>2010-12-26T00:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:15:56.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, on 21st December, we had our senior prom or Valediction Prom Night at Holiday Villa, Subang Jaya. It was not homecoming, not a party, but prom; a very formal event, where guys wore suits, tuxedos, etc and girls wore beautiful dresses although I couldn't understand why there were some who ruined the theme by wearing casual outfits, party dresses, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYdHwHaRcI/AAAAAAAABX4/NW37Mz-nFsY/s1600/165121_483118254489_775549489_5629354_5283789_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYdHwHaRcI/AAAAAAAABX4/NW37Mz-nFsY/s320/165121_483118254489_775549489_5629354_5283789_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554659209420359106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zulaikha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, Sha and I reached Holiday Villa around 2 p.m. Met Zulaikha and the boys at the lobby. Haidar gave us our keys, and we headed to our rooms. We, the girls stayed at a room facing the lake. The room was big enough for us. Had our dresses hung. Then we went to Subang Parade to curl our hair at Thomas &amp; Guys and make up at Bobbi Brown. Lydia, Sha and I discovered Mr. Ben's blonde twin. He's a hair stylist. Well it shocked me at first seeing Mr. Ben transforming from a physics teacher to a hair stylist during school holidays! Thank god, it was not him -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYg2jn3HGI/AAAAAAAABYA/zDzMH2HcwYU/s1600/165710_484181044489_775549489_5645806_2144718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYg2jn3HGI/AAAAAAAABYA/zDzMH2HcwYU/s320/165710_484181044489_775549489_5645806_2144718_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554663312055540834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;my prom shoes &amp; part of my dress&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back, only to see that Muni &amp; Nabilah were already there. We got ready, and headed downstairs to the boys' room and we all went to the ballroom together. Had my corsage tied, took pictures and the event started. Bands' performances, and yeah we danced till the lights were switched on again. I never left the dance floor till it ended. My legs hurt so much after that! Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My corsage fell off when we were at the dance floor. It kind of upsets me till now because according to the person who bought me the corsage, I was supposed to keep it safely tied around my wrist all night, but I did not. I am sorry :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYhSONSApI/AAAAAAAABYI/iX5Zi7_-PZg/s1600/164015_483114919489_775549489_5629315_2448127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYhSONSApI/AAAAAAAABYI/iX5Zi7_-PZg/s320/164015_483114919489_775549489_5629315_2448127_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554663787343250066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;our bed!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my girls and I headed back to our room and I finally ate something good because the food they served were not good, I tell you! During that time of the night, there were dresses and shoes lying on the floor everywhere. But of course we had the room &lt;s&gt;fully&lt;/s&gt; partly tidied and  the dresses hung back before going to sleep. We slept real late though, after hours of conversations, gossips and laughters. Overall, it was a beautiful night. Everyone in my circle looked stunning in exquisite outfits. It sort of touched me a little, you know, seeing my friends looking all grown up &amp; dressed up after seeing them wearing school uniform for five years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom night didn't happen like how I have always planned &amp; hoped for it to happen. It was not, my dream prom night but it was still, very memorable and beautiful. I could not post the photos for privacy reasons. You will get to see the photos on facebook though, if you are in my friend list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So I guess this is where my high school journal ends. Just pasted the prom ticket and will paste some pictures as well. Now, I can finally have "The End" written there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6533980330713603261?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6533980330713603261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6533980330713603261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6533980330713603261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6533980330713603261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TRYdHwHaRcI/AAAAAAAABX4/NW37Mz-nFsY/s72-c/165121_483118254489_775549489_5629354_5283789_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4507430438337819190</id><published>2010-12-12T09:33:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:19:33.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><title type='text'>An answer</title><content type='html'>So I have finished school, officially :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am supposed to go to Zhafir's rugby match but heh it turned out that I couldn't go. My grandpa's sick, I slept real late because of it and now I just woke up. If I were to go, I would've gone like approximately one and a half hour ago and that means having just an hour or two of sleep.  :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I kind of hate canceling plans with my friends actually. But with my sister's engagement going on and well I can't help worrying about my grandpa too, I just did. Maybe I would just update about him later, if there happens to be any progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how during SPM, I couldn't wait for it to be over and done with, to have my to-do-list done, but now I am kind of slow-paced in terms of doing things I have listed. That list has been here since January and certain things scribbled there no longer apply to me. A lot of things happened, but let's not turn it into another sob story shall we? I have a few e-mails in my blog mail and maybe it's time for me to answer some of the questions from those mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we love someone, if it is not meant be, then it is not meant to be. God created us to meet our match. All you have to do is to pray to god, in my case it's Allah. Ask from Allah for the perfect match, and say his/her name. Say it in your prayers, ask him if he/she is the one for you and if he/she is not, then take him/her away from you in the gentlest way. No fights, no grudges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed and felt like forever, but it did not work out. Waking up having something hitting you deep down that it's not meant to be, maybe that was a sign. Or maybe it was just a test, I myself do not know. Also, maybe it really is meant to be, and one day you'll get back with each other after realising your mistakes? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall say that it was not easy for me too, but life goes on no matter how you succeed, or how you fall flat on your face. Three years is something, I should know. It doesn't take a third party for a relationship to be over. Maybe it is just not meant to be. It's true that when you were fifteen, you did not see it. You couldn't see that there is just more to life than just having boyfriends, school exams and girlfriends to back you up. I see it now. I might not see everything but maybe, just maybe when I get older, I'll see things that I don't see now. We make mistakes, and we realise it later. That's just how we roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4507430438337819190?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4507430438337819190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4507430438337819190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4507430438337819190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4507430438337819190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/answer.html' title='An answer'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8261747990185943409</id><published>2010-12-07T07:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:15:20.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and tv shows'/><title type='text'>Eat pray love</title><content type='html'>I have 2 papers to sit for, accounts paper 1 &amp; 2. But I don't feel like updating about the uhh so screwed previous papers. Not all of them, some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get it over and done with. It's gonna be very sad because Thursday will be the last day I'll be wearing school uniform. How time flies :') By then I can be assured that I am not going to wake up early for school, no cross country, no teacher's day celebration, no annual sports day. You know, the stuff that we do at school on yearly basis. Maybe someday I won't even hear about going for recess and all, and the littlest things we usually do at school will be the ones that I can no longer grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things in store for me. I have like a super long list that I am not even sure myself that I would be able to finish. It's kind of too long. Things-I-want-to-do list. Down to the littlest things like eating ice cream at Gelatomio to big things like prom and vacations. I'm gonna go to the gym regularly, and eat healthy. enough of the couch potato moments, please T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Taylor Swift's concert which is.. fully booked by the way. Okay I want to go, but it's in Singapore and it's fully booked so I am really hoping that the petition asking for her to come to Malaysia will bear something. Maybe her management team would consider bringing her here :S Please, I wanna go so badly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand after watching eat pray love, I just can't help but to go ooh and aah about the beauty of Bali. And the first place the main character went was Italy, and it sort of brings a lot of memories to me. About how the Italians talk and eat and 'the sweetness of doing nothing'. Haha. Hell yes, they sleep a lot. At noon, all shops will be closed because everybody's going to sleep. I want to go to Bali! :S Actually, I have a lot of places in mind but at the end of the day, my mum will be the one who decides our next trip. So yes, I'm just gonna wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY NEED TO UPDATE MY WARDROBE -.- I always end up having nothing to wear. Everything in my wardrobe looks so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8261747990185943409?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8261747990185943409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8261747990185943409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8261747990185943409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8261747990185943409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat pray love'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7095883746752855863</id><published>2010-11-09T02:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:16:11.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Almost 3</title><content type='html'>Staying up tonight for studying purpose. Everyone's asleep, the house is too quiet so I decided to blog and well.. listen to some songs to break the silence.I am currently trying to finish off the Chapter Heat. :S But heh I couldn't stand hours of studying, been looking at books and papers since morning. I see some friends still updating on twitter, so I am not alone, aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more scared of reading subjects now, especially history and agama. I have been neglecting those two subjects because I've always thought that I am rather weak at the science subjects. It turned out that my marks for science subjects were better than history and agama. Now I am scared for all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNhGDQ9MvwI/AAAAAAAABXg/DdBPuCDwZqo/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-03+at+12.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNhGDQ9MvwI/AAAAAAAABXg/DdBPuCDwZqo/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-03+at+12.49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537252763757231874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A picture of me &lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt; having fun with the webcam with Sha and Ayu a few days ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go to bed now or else I'll end up getting retarded looking like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNhGXbZivUI/AAAAAAAABXo/AjQ0ndIP1Ro/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-11+at+15.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNhGXbZivUI/AAAAAAAABXo/AjQ0ndIP1Ro/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-11+at+15.38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537253110157851970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7095883746752855863?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7095883746752855863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7095883746752855863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7095883746752855863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7095883746752855863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-3.html' title='Almost 3'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNhGDQ9MvwI/AAAAAAAABXg/DdBPuCDwZqo/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-03+at+12.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7055291800114812233</id><published>2010-11-07T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:17:32.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Speak now</title><content type='html'>My sore throat is still as bad as it was yesterday. Someone suggested honey as a traditional cure. Hope it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just bought Taylor Swift's new album, Speak Now and I am loving it! Especially the song Speak Now itself. Her songs are more or less the same but I love every single one of them. My sister thinks her songs are childish but I think I love them. They relate to the lives of teenagers, with some sort of elements of innocence when it comes to love, boys and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently revising Physics, should've been finished with it since I've had 3 days of holiday before the weekends. But being me, I always do it during the very last minute. That's exactly what I am doing, considering that school's tomorrow, I decided to wake up early and study a bit before going out for breakfast. Covered the topics that I less like. They are all very lengthy but I really have to get it over and done with since I neglected them during the trials. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said that I look like I've lost my momentum. It's true though, I get very lazy lately :/ and it scares me so much. I Shall update about my graduation day soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7055291800114812233?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7055291800114812233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7055291800114812233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7055291800114812233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7055291800114812233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/11/speak-now.html' title='Speak now'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6607060350125874637</id><published>2010-11-06T13:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:03:25.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Hell to the o!</title><content type='html'>I am updating yeaaay hooray yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up with my throat feeling sore and dry. I've been stuck with this flu which fluctuates. One minute I feel perfectly fine and then the next hour I'd be coughing and my body temperature rises :S But I haven't been coughing since 2 hours ago? It's just that this morning I saw my flam for the first time. And.. IT'S GREEN -___- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time as in first time since I first got the flu 1 week ago. I've been taking medications but heh Idk when everything will return back to normal. It's the same with my mum. Fortunately, I can still walk (not as if I lie on the bed feeling sick most of the time) and I can't doubt that I get very energetic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So today Zulaikha came to my house in the morning, then we went to tuition class together with Sha. I had some photos taken with her using photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNTqp2bYysI/AAAAAAAABXI/lzwWtviGx5U/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+10.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNTqp2bYysI/AAAAAAAABXI/lzwWtviGx5U/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+10.06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536307846651103938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;hell yes we look smart! I kind of like this big-brained image :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNTswn0DVnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/kKuJCO7JqCo/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+10.09+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNTswn0DVnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/kKuJCO7JqCo/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+10.09+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536310162010363506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition went well, I managed to do some questions. A very productive morning, indeed. I would've just ignored the whole exam paper booklet if I happened to skip this morning's class. :B Then we walked to Shah Alam Mall to get my bubble tea and Sha's Baskin Robbins ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just knew that Mai's currently in Jakarta. Nobody knew that she even flew to Jakarta, until yesterday when she told Zulaikha that there was no tuition class. And she merely said 'I'm in Jakarta.' Haha. If I were to go somewhere, my friends would've known months before O.O I would've talked about what to buy there etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's it for today. Will hit the keyboard again and update more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6607060350125874637?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6607060350125874637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6607060350125874637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6607060350125874637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6607060350125874637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/11/hell-to-o.html' title='Hell to the o!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TNTqp2bYysI/AAAAAAAABXI/lzwWtviGx5U/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-06+at+10.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-390661966168614216</id><published>2010-10-28T18:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T13:55:10.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>The beginning of an end</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back! I had my blog closed for approximately 2-3 months and now I guess I can say that I am back! Baaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been busy with extra classes, tuitions, school and uh some sort of unimportant things. I can't wait for prom! My girl friends and I went dress-hunting last Idk, Monday probably. Ignore my short term memory loss. I can't even remember what happened this morning -.- So I guess I don't want to disclose anything about my dream dress, what I plan to wear, etc. Let it be a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not that I am planning to wear an extravagant and expensive dress that I'd outshine everyone else anyway. I am just being excited about it since senior prom only happens once :) It's not about who wears the prettiest dress or who brings the best-looking date to prom. It's all about fun and freedom! And also... separation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.. See, updating my blog after a long time off is pretty hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Graduation! I'll graduate high school next Tuesday. Can't believe it's really happening in a short period of time :S It almost feels as if I am still in form 1, attending high school, on my first day with Nadzira. Meeting the whole entourage of new friends, growing in and out of love, first few pimples and the list goes on. This could go on forever, I swear. Despite my poor attendance, I'll still regard high school as one of my sweetest and best phase in life. Maybe not now, but I'll come up to that conclusion one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop now, will update more soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-390661966168614216?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/390661966168614216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=390661966168614216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/390661966168614216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/390661966168614216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of an end'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2209291179053321773</id><published>2010-08-22T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:18:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy weekend</title><content type='html'>I shall name this weekend as 'Lazy Weekend'. Home, lazing around in my XL t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/THCy5UMWnDI/AAAAAAAABW4/aaf1Wuq4N1E/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-21+at+16.04+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/THCy5UMWnDI/AAAAAAAABW4/aaf1Wuq4N1E/s320/Photo+on+2010-08-21+at+16.04+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508099042016926770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2209291179053321773?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2209291179053321773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2209291179053321773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2209291179053321773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2209291179053321773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy weekend'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/THCy5UMWnDI/AAAAAAAABW4/aaf1Wuq4N1E/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-21+at+16.04+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-7756818854704451285</id><published>2010-08-17T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:54:07.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>As much as I want to stay up studying, I prefer having a good sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err okay, but I really think I've been sleeping like a baby. No, I don't look cute like how babies look when they sleep. What I meant was my sleeping hours can reach up to 10 hours a day! That includes extra sleeping hours after school, during Ramadan. Well, the times when I was supposed to study, I opted for some 'me-time' with my pillows and duvet. How fat :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM in another 12 weeks. I really need some exam spirit just like how I had it when I was sitting for PMR. -.- We're doing crash course + exam papers from other states in Malaysia to prepare for the upcoming SPM trials. We had Sejarah today. I tried to actually read chapter 1 but failed completely. So many distractions, found so many other things that were far more interesting than paragraphs of history facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-7756818854704451285?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/7756818854704451285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=7756818854704451285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7756818854704451285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/7756818854704451285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5321911931195841473</id><published>2010-08-16T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:35:36.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To eat, or not to eat</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the month so obviously, I am not fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of being hungry and having no food to eat, I have developed the habit of ordering food through phone and have it delivered to my house. There was once when my stomach was empty so there was some sort of orchestra sounds coming out of my stomach. So I called Domino's pizza. Thank god the delivery guy was an Indian, a non-muslim so it was not that awkward after all. But then my neighbour came out of his house, and before getting into his car, he laughed at me and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"tak puasa? haha"&lt;/span&gt;. I only managed to smile. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've always thought that it was the best solution since I don't cook, don't know how to. Better than eating in public. -.- I don't get Muslims who eat in public when they're not fasting. I had my food delivered to my house, and I was embarrassed. I didn't even eat there and then though. But then what about those Muslims especially guys who eat in front of everybody? I felt embarrassed when I saw them eating in public. It was as if I was the one who was eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, not forgetting guys who smoke during the day and have the guts to tell everybody that they are fasting? Very embarrassing -___- Can I blush for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5321911931195841473?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5321911931195841473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5321911931195841473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5321911931195841473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5321911931195841473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html' title='To eat, or not to eat'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8488366809509856515</id><published>2010-08-15T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:25:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain</title><content type='html'>I forget everything nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I skipped school for some reasons. Lazy was one of them. But then I got a text from my teacher. The content of the text was not pretty I tell you! She was kind of angry because I was absent when I was supposed to hand in that Guru Muda report. She has been asking for it for a week or so. Then Sha told me that she came to class looking for me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot that I had an appointment with my orthodontist, and I forgot completely about the Piano lesson I was supposed to attend. It's not that I have been so busy with SPM preparation, which I am clearly unprepared right now till I forget the simplest routines I used to follow. I don't know what I have been doing. I haven't been studying consistently, I have been forgetting things, been doing nothing. NOTHING. Nothing excluding raya shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8488366809509856515?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8488366809509856515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8488366809509856515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8488366809509856515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8488366809509856515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/08/scatterbrain.html' title='Scatterbrain'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6167341916348819988</id><published>2010-08-11T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:18:35.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa to all mulims</title><content type='html'>When Ramadhan starts, the gates of heaven are opened and the gates of hell are closed. The devils are chained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6167341916348819988?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6167341916348819988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6167341916348819988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6167341916348819988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6167341916348819988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/08/selamat-berpuasa-to-all-mulims.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa to all mulims'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3406053531962849629</id><published>2010-07-31T10:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:14:32.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>If one of my friends is  getting married now, at this age, it would be Mai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our class had a barbecue night at Mai's house to celebrate Mr Am and Ali Rifdi's birthday. Then we had a sleepover at her house. Her parents weren't at home. They're in the UK. Knowing Mai, she is a very responsible person. She organised everything from scratch. She even cooked! I saw her cooking, following her mother's recipe. I was surprised, I never thought she could do that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't even know how to cut a raw chicken, and estimate the ingredients, the salt and sugar etc. If my mum gives me a recipe and expects me to cook according to the guidelines, the cooking would turn out bad. Like seriously, bad. O.O But too bad last night wasn't her day. Mai's maid threw the soup away, she thought that Mai was just boiling the chicken. She didn't know that we want the soup. How can we eat Soto without soup anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to call one of the boys to buy some soup from a restaurant. And yet, Mai didn't even raise her voice or scold her maid. Mai, if I were you, I swear I would've scolded the maid. Throughout the barbecue party, she was busy cleaning and organising the foods, drinks, whatever that needed to be refilled or anything. I would be dead if I have to organise and manage a party at my house, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Her room is soooo organised. It's so clean and tidy. :o Spotless. When she talks, she talks like a mum. When asked to do work for the class, she wouldn't complain. So yeah, I've made my point. She's the only one in our circle of friends that could get married anytime. She's ready, I shall say. But this doesn't mean that she's getting married soon. Come on, we're only seventeen, aren't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3406053531962849629?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3406053531962849629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3406053531962849629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3406053531962849629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3406053531962849629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/07/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5534515958693786912</id><published>2010-07-27T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:58:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way</title><content type='html'>I checked my status for National Service last few weeks, and I am happy to announce that they did not choose me. Words can never express how glad I am for not having to go! Yeay! I can travel as much as I want, I can work or I can even stay at home and laze around if I want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5534515958693786912?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5534515958693786912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5534515958693786912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5534515958693786912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5534515958693786912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-way.html' title='By the Way'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6891323106247197155</id><published>2010-07-27T23:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:17:10.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies and tv shows'/><title type='text'>I love Stefan Salvatore</title><content type='html'>We did our saponification (preparation of soap) experiment today :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soap turned out.. well turned out to be a soap, not something else. We chose the one using coconut oil. At first I wanted to try the one using olive oil but then they said that that one is a little bit harder and takes more time to turn into soap. Lydia's group did the olive oil soap, and they had to wait for what seemed like forever for the mixture to turn into soap. Anyway, It's the last experiment for this year, so we took pictures. But I guess I am not going to post them now, transferring them into the macbook itself is going to be such a hassle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, I spent most of my time talking to Mai about Vampire Diaries. I am officially obsessed with the tv series. I really think it's better than The Twilight Saga. The plot is so much more creative and unexpected. Love it! I managed to get Mai to love it too. And now she keeps on texting and calling me each and everytime there's an exciting scene. She told me that she's going to return my dvds on Thursday because she wants to rewatch her favourite scenes. Well, that's what I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lending the dvds to Zulaikha on Thursday. Then the next in line is Ayu, Sha, Choy, Sam, Yasmin and the list goes on. I want them to watch, because I want to have some friends that I can share the excitement with when season 2 is released :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't in front of the computer, I had lots of things in my head that I've been meaning to tell my readers. But now, I couldn't even gather those thoughts that I had just now, I don't even know what else to write -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6891323106247197155?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6891323106247197155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6891323106247197155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6891323106247197155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6891323106247197155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-stefan-salvatore.html' title='I love Stefan Salvatore'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-6176618010398894940</id><published>2010-07-26T22:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:37:24.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Hi, I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TE2rlIb4UwI/AAAAAAAABV4/zl1EsAiosW0/s1600/38535_1448857935054_1041369179_31322261_2467484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TE2rlIb4UwI/AAAAAAAABV4/zl1EsAiosW0/s320/38535_1448857935054_1041369179_31322261_2467484_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498239374497174274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spot me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is especially for none other than this blog itself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that comes from the heart. I had fun that night. In fact, I witnessed a lot of things about everyone including myself. The theme was white, so I decided to not disobey the theme by wearing a white dress and pairing it with a cream belt, shoes and handbag. I can't believe I am now seventeen, even though part of me still thinks I am fifteen. I was surprised to see that only both of us (Sha and I) had no makeup on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends had at least eye makeup on their faces, and they looked pretty. I whispered to Sha, on how we were the only two that had nothing on our faces. I talked about it to my mom and she said that at this age, it's normal. I am seventeen, and no longer a fifteen-year-old. Yes, I know the correct ways to apply eye makeup and all, learnt it all when I was in Italy. But it's just that it didn't occur to me that I needed to apply some. Maybe next time? Back to the party story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was awesome. My classmates Zulaikha, Ayu, Amai, Dee, Ali and of course Sha were invited too. Farah invited a local band Heart Attack to perform. They were quite good, especially the vocalist. I've heard their songs through Shahril, so yeah. Most of them used to go to our school. The buffet was alright. I had fun, dancing. I saw another part of my friends that I haven't seen before, just like how they saw another part of me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That party reminded me of birthday parties in Italy. The music, especially. But this party was different. I guess it's because I had my closest friends with me. Trust me, going out with the friends that you have known for a long time and the friends that you have just known for a month is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I know that this may sound cheesy, but I know I am going to miss these people when I finish school. My classmates, and my close friends from 5sc2. I may not have lots of friends, but I swear that the ones I have now are the ones that make me happy. Come to think of it, I am so going to miss my class. When I wrote the note for our class' senior page, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please remember the times when you were at school with the friends you have just learnt to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you don't want to know what else I wrote for the whole paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-6176618010398894940?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/6176618010398894940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=6176618010398894940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6176618010398894940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/6176618010398894940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-i-miss-you.html' title='Hi, I miss you'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TE2rlIb4UwI/AAAAAAAABV4/zl1EsAiosW0/s72-c/38535_1448857935054_1041369179_31322261_2467484_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-557707005545715817</id><published>2010-07-19T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:31:11.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events and occasions'/><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>Wow, my last post was the one in June -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hi again, readers. I have developed love for paisley prints. I am so into it! I even chose a purple Paisley cotton material for my Baju Kurung for raya. And now, it's like everywhere I go, I see lots of Paisley print tops, especially at Dorothy Perkins. Yesterday I bought one turquoise-jade tunic from Dorothy Perkins. It's so pretty that I keep trying it on. The best I have seen so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TERrwFzNWjI/AAAAAAAABUs/WlfcJgz3MxM/s1600/34595_417848713971_771743971_4469452_5132928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TERrwFzNWjI/AAAAAAAABUs/WlfcJgz3MxM/s320/34595_417848713971_771743971_4469452_5132928_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635919233702450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a busy weekend. On Saturday, I went to watch Despicable Me with some friends and I have to say that it's awesome. I like it more than Eclipse, even though I was more excited when we went to watch Eclipse the week before. The characters are so cute! I feel like watching it again. Then I slept till 8pm when I got back. I woke up and took about 20 minutes to get ready for Nadia's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TERsvzK6jeI/AAAAAAAABU0/vyXek4rqzCY/s1600/37692_417832168971_771743971_4468979_4610470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TERsvzK6jeI/AAAAAAAABU0/vyXek4rqzCY/s320/37692_417832168971_771743971_4468979_4610470_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495637013744487906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was pink, so I chose to wear my pink-blue floral top, with a pair of tights. We bought Nadia a tutu dress, and I swear that she looked cute in it. So we took pictures of her, even though the dress was a little bit big for her small frame. We only managed to take a few shots before she got cranky, trying to pull her dress off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it for Saturday. On Sunday I went to go car hunting with my parents and Uncle Firdaus. The weather was good, and then I went shopping with my sister. :O I didn't go to the pentauliahan I was supposed to attend at school. I don't even know if teacher's mad at me. I hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-557707005545715817?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/557707005545715817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=557707005545715817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/557707005545715817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/557707005545715817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TERrwFzNWjI/AAAAAAAABUs/WlfcJgz3MxM/s72-c/34595_417848713971_771743971_4469452_5132928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3469317691644447228</id><published>2010-06-21T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:05:00.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around</title><content type='html'>I just got back home safely after going to a restaurant in my pyjamas. How about a round of applause? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and siblings fetched me from tuition at Sha's house and we went out for dinner straight from there. I always wear pyjamas to Sha's house whenever we have tuition there. :S But then I was too lazy to change and my mom was too lazy to drive back home also, so yeah we went to the cafe straight. Huaaa a lot of people stared. Not that it mattered much actually, I've done that a few times. Just... exaggerating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our results today. Some of the subjects, I can't say that I am satisfied, but I am not saddened by the results I've obtained either. My feeling is quite.. neutral right now. (Haha neutral) I should have been inspired to study so I can improve but then as usual, I fell asleep after lunch, after watching Gossip Girl that is. I slept until 6pm, and around 5pm someone came into my room. I'd like to believe that it was my sister, and not something else (I just watched a ghost movie). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said I looked smelly because I didn't shower, she commented and said something about the burger king wrapper on my bed, Gossip Girl series playing on my laptop, and me all snuggled and wrapped under the duvet. Haha. Yes, that was my sister. My sister and not something else :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my twitter, and then there was something going on there. More like a discussion about National Service name list blah blah blah. Turned out that the name list is not out yet -.- Made me nervous for a while. Then my parents came back, and my dad  replied my father's day egreetings card, made me chuckle for one whole minute. Then.. tuition and yes, back to what I started from; dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3469317691644447228?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3469317691644447228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3469317691644447228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3469317691644447228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3469317691644447228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/06/turn-around.html' title='Turn around'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8357525122853830944</id><published>2010-06-20T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:01:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time</title><content type='html'>Like what I've said before, School's starting real soon!!! Except this time it's starting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect for my results, and I don't know how I should be feeling right now. Nervous? Unhappy? I seriously don't know. My brain is seriously in its slow mode, or maybe it's in a pause mode. I can't think of anything about academics and studies and ergghh school. I want to watch Toy Story 3 so badly, most of my friends did, but not me. Even my topshop voucher is kept safely unused inside my purse. I seriously need a life -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done so little during this two-week break. That Sumatera camp, watched Shrek 4 with some friends, lunch with my friends, cut my hair, Gossip Girl season 3 marathon and.. entah.. stayed at home, not doing anything/resting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8357525122853830944?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8357525122853830944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8357525122853830944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8357525122853830944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8357525122853830944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-little-time.html' title='So little time'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5448452196109439656</id><published>2010-06-17T01:17:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T03:09:20.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Guides'/><title type='text'>Sunburnt</title><content type='html'>I am writing again :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I've got a lot of catching up to do. Things happened so fast that I can't match my pace. So many things to do, so little time. I just got back from the Girl Guides-Scouts-Pramuka camp in Sumatera last three days. Then the next two days, my sister came back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things to write about the camp, I hope I would have the time. I can't really remember everything to its littlest details. I've got a bad memory, I forget things so easily in a short period of time. School's starting real soon, and I think I haven't done anything beneficial this past three days. I am perplexed, unprepared and I am in need of extra holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out for lunch with my girls at Subang Parade. Lyn brought her baby sister Nadia, so we walked to Empire Gallery and entered Toys R Us. I ended up buying Uno cards, the Toy Story edition. Then we went to Lydia's house and played with the cards. Took some crazy photos and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting shorter and shorter each day :/ I am going to replace the long paragraphs with photos instead. After all, a picture paints a thousand words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkW_1LlTII/AAAAAAAABTc/yHGg-3zxqtQ/s1600/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkW_1LlTII/AAAAAAAABTc/yHGg-3zxqtQ/s320/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483439307163520130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkX_DbhdCI/AAAAAAAABTk/Xtgu6QrutAA/s1600/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkX_DbhdCI/AAAAAAAABTk/Xtgu6QrutAA/s320/DSC03090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483440393320231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Opening Ceremony&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkaHCgJTFI/AAAAAAAABT0/xlHnqsnewII/s1600/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkaHCgJTFI/AAAAAAAABT0/xlHnqsnewII/s320/DSC03121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483442729533394002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;In our 'glamorous' peserta t-shirts&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkfwMTpvlI/AAAAAAAABUM/0JAZPc6Kzy0/s1600/DSC03126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkfwMTpvlI/AAAAAAAABUM/0JAZPc6Kzy0/s320/DSC03126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483448934098124370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkKBSyFryI/AAAAAAAABRs/SjXA5LdL3-8/s1600/DSC03104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkKBSyFryI/AAAAAAAABRs/SjXA5LdL3-8/s320/DSC03104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483425038638362402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Istano Basa, Pagaruyung Sumatera&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkMUrFxILI/AAAAAAAABR8/3MmBssYpjMU/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkMUrFxILI/AAAAAAAABR8/3MmBssYpjMU/s320/DSC03073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483427570604122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;with Kuantan Scouts&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkNmVi4NPI/AAAAAAAABSE/fuR8exRIPZM/s1600/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkNmVi4NPI/AAAAAAAABSE/fuR8exRIPZM/s320/DSC03224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483428973569914098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pandu Puteri Malaysia&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkOA9_i-UI/AAAAAAAABSM/pzsYEUvv870/s1600/28278_130401166989105_100000576671181_232737_329139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkOA9_i-UI/AAAAAAAABSM/pzsYEUvv870/s320/28278_130401166989105_100000576671181_232737_329139_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483429431104174402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;with teachers from Perak&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkTyw5xenI/AAAAAAAABSk/_At_EbUt96M/s1600/31998_130388686990353_100000576671181_232632_7492165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkTyw5xenI/AAAAAAAABSk/_At_EbUt96M/s320/31998_130388686990353_100000576671181_232632_7492165_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483435784141896306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our wisata group consists of Selangor, Negeri Sembilan and Perak Girl Guides together with Negeri Sembilan and Pekan, Pahang Scouts&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkUXiPzeyI/AAAAAAAABSs/MdC4KPNuVH4/s1600/31998_130388693657019_100000576671181_232633_1454702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkUXiPzeyI/AAAAAAAABSs/MdC4KPNuVH4/s320/31998_130388693657019_100000576671181_232633_1454702_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483436415862930210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkVG04S_xI/AAAAAAAABS0/7bS_LdrBo-c/s1600/28278_130400296989192_100000576671181_232733_2399648_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkVG04S_xI/AAAAAAAABS0/7bS_LdrBo-c/s320/28278_130400296989192_100000576671181_232733_2399648_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483437228318457618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Parade&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkVjH8SMUI/AAAAAAAABS8/C8C46aXYhLs/s1600/31148_130399726989249_100000576671181_232707_4508958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkVjH8SMUI/AAAAAAAABS8/C8C46aXYhLs/s320/31148_130399726989249_100000576671181_232707_4508958_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483437714471792962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ready, set, go!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkV6Y1rXRI/AAAAAAAABTE/IP_x4QiibP8/s1600/31148_130399730322582_100000576671181_232708_4528375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkV6Y1rXRI/AAAAAAAABTE/IP_x4QiibP8/s320/31148_130399730322582_100000576671181_232708_4528375_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483438114144476434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Free cleaning service&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkdhEnVHWI/AAAAAAAABUE/yVQb-k8VXMw/s1600/DSC03173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkdhEnVHWI/AAAAAAAABUE/yVQb-k8VXMw/s320/DSC03173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483446475311881570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;A visit to Pramuka's campsite&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkWPFYJkeI/AAAAAAAABTM/u4i1TdXzj3o/s1600/31148_130399756989246_100000576671181_232713_5717466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkWPFYJkeI/AAAAAAAABTM/u4i1TdXzj3o/s320/31148_130399756989246_100000576671181_232713_5717466_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483438469697606114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkWZJVWwdI/AAAAAAAABTU/fqY_cqY9oOE/s1600/31858_130405686988653_100000576671181_232817_7422295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkWZJVWwdI/AAAAAAAABTU/fqY_cqY9oOE/s320/31858_130405686988653_100000576671181_232817_7422295_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483438642558321106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkZFih488I/AAAAAAAABTs/nB48zGarFf0/s1600/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkZFih488I/AAAAAAAABTs/nB48zGarFf0/s320/DSC03274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483441604259279810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkg9vnjZsI/AAAAAAAABUU/WWC1JL6YM2g/s1600/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkg9vnjZsI/AAAAAAAABUU/WWC1JL6YM2g/s320/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483450266426762946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkbHYCZvyI/AAAAAAAABT8/FZtoXNPUiO4/s1600/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkbHYCZvyI/AAAAAAAABT8/FZtoXNPUiO4/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483443834825850658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;At the airport&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on my facebook. Overall, the camp was an eye-opening experience. I managed to understand our cultural differences and similarities. Within just seven days, I've made lots of friends, learnt new things, did things I never thought I would ever do. Saying goodbye was hard but that's the way it had to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived, stayed at the mosque because it was already dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to the campsite, went to Istano Basa for opening ceremony. Met the other Guides and Scouts from other states (perak, pahang, negeri sembilan, johor, etc), set up the tent, Ice breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Ropes, Flying fox, abseiling, other adventurous activities, Traditional cooking, Cultural night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day off, a visit to Pramuka's campsite, a day shopping at Batu Sangkar, Cultural night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisata (sightseeing) at Bukit Tinggi, Ngalau, Strawberry farm, etc, Campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day six &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parade, Closing ceremony, Malam Jalinan Kasih at Batu Sangkar (we had to wear traditional clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight back to Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more activities, but I couldn't recall. Too many things to write about in a single post. The camp was quite tiring, our tent was always the earliest tent to doze off and the latest one to wake up the next morning. The toilets were okay, they were new with showers, food wasn't that bad either. Overall, it was alright I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-5448452196109439656?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/5448452196109439656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=5448452196109439656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5448452196109439656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/5448452196109439656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-writing-again-okay-i-know-ive-got.html' title='Sunburnt'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/TBkW_1LlTII/AAAAAAAABTc/yHGg-3zxqtQ/s72-c/DSC03079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8551030516558910278</id><published>2010-05-07T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:02:07.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been doing</title><content type='html'>I just ordered the vegetarian Domino's Pizza Ili told me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaah just when I thought I'd start eating healthy again. I googled it and I was so tempted! This way, I won't get to lose weight in a thousand years! Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to revise on &lt;strike&gt;most&lt;/strike&gt; some topics that would come out in the exam. But at least I did, even if it was still far from what I should be done with by now. I am again, attached to another Sophie Kinsella book. Books like this always get in the way of my plans &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing mind maps on some Sejarah facts, I keep on making mind maps of my own favourite fictional characters. Instead of buying educational books, I keep on buying more and more chic lits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just loveee to sleep. I've set my mind that if I don't sleep after school, I would be really really tired at night and I won't be able to concentrate during tuition lessons. This is bad. I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8551030516558910278?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8551030516558910278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8551030516558910278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8551030516558910278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8551030516558910278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-have-been-doing.html' title='What I have been doing'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4032847191931835412</id><published>2010-05-05T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:57:47.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Nenek (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4032847191931835412?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4032847191931835412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4032847191931835412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4032847191931835412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4032847191931835412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-nenek.html' title=''/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-8379177523978762404</id><published>2010-05-04T18:48:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:06:42.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Guides'/><title type='text'>Girl Guides Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FI1oq4y5I/AAAAAAAABRc/F9Nu3rnh_dA/s1600/30275_394213583702_671413702_3951021_1410056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FI1oq4y5I/AAAAAAAABRc/F9Nu3rnh_dA/s400/30275_394213583702_671413702_3951021_1410056_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467731508892060562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I've gained enough energy since the Girl Guides Camp at Sungkai. I still haven't, but I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just slept for 3 hours straight because I couldn't get enough rest yesterday. When I got back from the camp, I didn't sleep because I wanted to wait for my family. They went to Cameron Highlands with Sha's family while Sha and I went to the camp. The bungalow they stayed at looks beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the pictures, the rooms look huge, with two big beds. There were 5 rooms altogether, and the other two rooms were left unused because Sha and I wasn't there. And when I was at the camp, my mom called everyday to update me on their meals. It seemed that the cook at the bungalow was really good, and the meals were delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She surely picked a fine time to tell me about how good the foods were, while I was stuck with kuah kuning and kuah putih at the campsite (kuah lemak). But then Sha and I told the guy in charge that we were allergic with Kuah Lemak, which was quite illogical. But then the guy believed us and asked the cook to prepare sunny side ups for us. I didn't eat much, because I couldn't handle the disgusting toilet.  It's better to eat less so I could actually do my business at home. I almost puked while peeing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the not-so-good food and the disgusting toilet, I enjoyed the activities. Blind alley on the first night, Abseiling, High ropes, and Aktiviti berakit. I had to be the last person for blind alley, which frightened me at first. Our eyes were closed with a piece if cloth each, and we had to walk around the campsite in fives. Biela was the frontmost person in my group, so she had to give instructions on what's ahead of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin got a little too itchy and icky, there were too many insects around and it made me scratch my face the whole time! I scratched my ears, and I lost my left earring because of it. But I couldn't do anything because I couldn't see anything, my hands had to be on my friends' back to keep track, and to ensure that I won't lose them. We were surrounded by trees and it was quite irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abseiling was fun. We did it inside the forest, but the slope we went down to wasn't that steep. Not as steep as last year's. Then we did river crossing and we practically played and stayed there till there was literally a few people left, and the activity was almost over because Lyn wanted to see his nyummy boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FIwL15MUI/AAAAAAAABRU/wV0yOSV6CxY/s1600/30275_394214603702_671413702_3951086_5518818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FIwL15MUI/AAAAAAAABRU/wV0yOSV6CxY/s400/30275_394214603702_671413702_3951086_5518818_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467731415254249794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reaching the station.Almost there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FIokWmJFI/AAAAAAAABRM/6rPpqW4liiw/s1600/30275_394214518702_671413702_3951080_5870965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FIokWmJFI/AAAAAAAABRM/6rPpqW4liiw/s400/30275_394214518702_671413702_3951080_5870965_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467731284394910802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktiviti berakit was the most exciting activity there. It rained so heavily, and yet we didn't back off. It was really really fun, the river water was cold and fresh. High ropes was fun too, although I wasn't confident of myself initially. I never thought I would ever do such activity! I am acrophobic. After seeing others doing it, I braved myself to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played plenty of games, and taught the juniors some Girl Guides songs, together with its moves including our traditional A new friend's found dance. Since I was the AJK, I wasn't in any of the groups. I helped Biela, Mai, Zulaikha and the rest to plan the activities and games. We, the AJKs did a really retarded AJK dance after all of the groups were done with their performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, we played charades again after the tweet tweet and hoot hoot game. The bonus round made me cranky, because I was already very tired and I wanted to sleep. But the whole thing finished the way it had to be. I was satisfied. Me and my tent mates shared a secret nobody else had known about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chuckled, giggled and talked about it. I guess the people in Zulaikha's tent, which was beside ours overheard us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh have I mentioned on how we bathed? We actually bathed together using air kolah. It was awkward at first, but then I got used to it. I couldn't sleep with my body all icky, so I decided to bath anyway, even though the water didn't look that clean with all the insects inside the kolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this year's camp was a good experience. A lot of things that I started to underdstand and there were a lot of things that I actually did for the first time. Once again, I really felt the sisterhood spirit between us. It was a good preparation for my upcoming Sumatera Camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-8379177523978762404?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/8379177523978762404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=8379177523978762404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8379177523978762404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/8379177523978762404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-guides-camp.html' title='Girl Guides Camp'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S-FI1oq4y5I/AAAAAAAABRc/F9Nu3rnh_dA/s72-c/30275_394213583702_671413702_3951021_1410056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-4968716929997648402</id><published>2010-04-29T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:38:58.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Hiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating. I have been tired every single day, especially yesterday. I stayed back after school hours to move the tents upstairs, and we had to choose our own tents. We are going camping tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be fun. Me, Zulaikha, Mai and the rest of the AJKs had planned the wide games for the camp. We had to insert in some Guides knowledge as part of the wide games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp is going to be tiring, and more Guides activities. Nothing like last year, when we practically did nothing to do with Guides, there was no treasure hunts and wide games because it rained. We just did some dancing and singing, together with the hoot hoot tweet tweet game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't packed anything yet. I feel sooo lazy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just started reading a few of Lisa Kleypas' books, and now I am attached!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-4968716929997648402?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/4968716929997648402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=4968716929997648402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4968716929997648402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/4968716929997648402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-3421461596958245405</id><published>2010-04-17T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:16:34.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>I have come to the stage when I feel so lazy to do anything, and so not in the mood when it comes to books and mid year exam. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-3421461596958245405?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/3421461596958245405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=3421461596958245405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3421461596958245405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/3421461596958245405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/04/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-5862284762179788337</id><published>2010-04-14T17:33:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:59:15.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family lunch</title><content type='html'>Extended family inclusive of my parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins and auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S8WN9LNtfyI/AAAAAAAABQc/4EQWQXZTnyc/s1600/25316_386533577071_788147071_3739988_6873856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Today, teacher brought her student from Klang to actually open our eyes, and make us learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Sherry and she's a Queen's Guide. She taught us some claps, songs and the actions for the songs. She also told us some very inspiring experiences and her badges. She has lots of them :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good preparation for me, Zulaikha, Mai and Miza since we're going to a Guides camp in Sumatera. I am quite nervous because I know there will be a lot of experienced Girl Guides, and I am afraid that I won't fit in. I really hope I would though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we did survival cooking. It was my first time of cooking without gas stoves and cooking utensils. (not that I cook that much at home!) We had to gather dry leaves, firewood, start the fire, etc. It was a success, we did just as good as how the scouts did. *proud* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked rice and chicken in a bamboo stick. It tasted good, seriously because we actually wrapped the rice and the chicken using banana leaves and stuffed it inside the bamboo stick. You know how banana leaves can give the rice a mouthwatering fragrance. Other than that, we cooked an egg using a potato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would ever be able to do survival cooking, but... I did! Gonna post the pictures soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1878177517417869395?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1878177517417869395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1878177517417869395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1878177517417869395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1878177517417869395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/04/guides.html' title='Guides'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-2799914878736004088</id><published>2010-04-11T07:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:05:16.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayu is seventeen!</title><content type='html'>It's so early in the morning now, I couldn't sleep because my mom woke me up and asked for my iPod. She's listening to all of her favourite Beatles songs with my dad, and my dad's singing using his monotonous voice  &lt;br /&gt;-.- Such a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my best friend's birthday, Aisyah's particularly. So, Happy 17th Birthday Ayu! (Ayu and Aisyah are both the same person!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S8EJpMbvogI/AAAAAAAABOk/zhqvfm2hrxA/s1600/25880_383718007715_705697715_3719384_436163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S8EJpMbvogI/AAAAAAAABOk/zhqvfm2hrxA/s400/25880_383718007715_705697715_3719384_436163_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458654826666631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how we met, during those dreadful miserable form one days. Initially, she was placed in 1 Gigih, and then she changed to my class somehow. We were both prefects back then, but we resigned during the first week of school in 2007. I can still remember how I was sitting in between her and Ili while they were both fighting over something that I can't remember about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear it was awkward, having to talk with Ayu, and then turn to Ili to talk, and then back to Ayu. I keep her deepest secrets, well not the deepest but they can be considered as deep. You know, secrets of the past. She keeps mine, and that's how we roll until now. I think I've never really been in a fight with her since the day I met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendship with her has always been an easy, non-stressful, no fighting &amp; no ditching one. I like smooth friendships like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Happy 17th birthday again! We're both young, I believe there are so many things ahead of us. So, I wish you excellent health, wealth and joyful adventures. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-2799914878736004088?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/2799914878736004088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=2799914878736004088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2799914878736004088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/2799914878736004088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/04/ayu-is-seventeen.html' title='Ayu is seventeen!'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbxnTjIUIxE/S8EJpMbvogI/AAAAAAAABOk/zhqvfm2hrxA/s72-c/25880_383718007715_705697715_3719384_436163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706834581542891309.post-1826784500538576304</id><published>2010-04-10T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:09:33.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay me</title><content type='html'>Finallyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now blog using the laptop. I can go online without having to tolerate the small fonts on the phone screen. I've been relying on Lydia's blackberry, since after the laptop decided to not let me go online using it, the internet modem at my house burnt -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no internet using mobile phone also. And.. I can only go online using her blackberry at school, since we don't really see each other outside school except for tuitions and occasional outings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my uncle, all of the problems above had been solved! Yeay! I've got a tuition class to attend. GTG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4706834581542891309-1826784500538576304?l=najihahakim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/feeds/1826784500538576304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4706834581542891309&amp;postID=1826784500538576304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1826784500538576304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4706834581542891309/posts/default/1826784500538576304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://najihahakim.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeay-me.html' title='Yeay me'/><author><name>Najihah Hakim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190512943296553527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEHG3xpM-Z0/TXXWrwKa_NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MLVMzsPRBGM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-09%2Bat%2B00.31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
