tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68384429154820352282024-02-19T22:44:37.074+08:00listen hardcore, support anarchism.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-58356203422829695332013-07-20T07:08:00.003+08:002013-07-20T07:08:47.869+08:00Insignificant.How stupid you are. How stupid you are to think people actually care about you.<br />
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When someone who never really texts you to ask how you are but suddenly text saying they do but in the end you can see it all was just a big fat lie. The text is only for his/her friend because you did not get well with that friend and he/she asking you to work things out with that friend. When clearly, that friend is the one who is ignoring you.<br />
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someone who suddenly turns cold towards you because you refuse to be friend with his/her friend because it is his/her ex. What's the problem? That in this case, this 'someone' is your boyfriend. And this friend/ex of his also said she needs 'time' to be friend with you.<br />
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Why do they see it like it's your fault? Why can't they understand you? It's a two way situation okay. They don't want to be friend with you, and why would you?<br />
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One thing I've learnt, if people don't have the effort to care about you, why would you? Especially after you're the only who has been trying to work things out. Why waste your time anymore? Good enough you've waste it in the first place.<br />
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By this time, you can clearly see what kind these people are. And you just decided to stop care. Like, whatever.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-4318997909561894852013-07-02T18:11:00.001+08:002013-07-02T18:15:32.078+08:00Bibibibi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet my man. Yeah. MAN. Hahaha but most important, MY.</div>
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He's one tough guy. Well, according to him.</div>
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For me he's just fat and and boroi who just got a big arm because of the fat.</div>
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He's quite kind. Yeah, quite. He likes to bully and make me jealous by talk about better things other women have. Though I know he's right but I'll just act all jealous so that he'll comfort me. Tehee.</div>
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Of course MOST of the times he'll just ignore me and left me jealous in sad condition all by myself.</div>
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So, that's why, quite kind.</div>
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For your info, he is kind to ALL women. Including when we first met. Like, the most kind of all who will makes your heart melt right when he started talking. Sheesh. Guys with their sweet talk.</div>
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He likes to be proud of himself. Acting all tough. Makes me wanna puke.</div>
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Because I know he is not :D</div>
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He is a disaster in taking pictures. His pictures will turned out to be blurred.</div>
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Sometimes, just a pain in the ass.</div>
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But when I act all sweet he'll get all weird asking why I'm so gedik. Pffft.</div>
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Yeah. We do get in a fight sometimes. Like huge sampai taknak cakap.</div>
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<br />Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-31666454834454602572013-06-28T04:41:00.000+08:002013-06-28T04:41:30.380+08:00When. What. How.When everything doesn't goes as you imagine it'd be. As you wanted.<br />
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When everyone doesn't turn out to be what you thought they'd be. As you hoped.<br />
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When things easily became what you afraid it'd be.<br />
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When all the blames are on you. People said it is. You thought it is.<br />
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But you know it's not you. Because you're affected the most. You know what you did. You realize you did nothing wrong. You know it's not you.<br />
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But you keep thinking otherwise for the sake of others. Thinking, maybe they're right. And all the possibilities keep coming in.<br />
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But your feelings, your guts, knows best.<br />
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So here you are. Feeling all by yourself. Feeling stupid yet? Where is you knight shining armor whom you devote so much, who is going to save you?<br />
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At least that how you imagine it would be.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-8449738802383914832013-06-20T12:41:00.001+08:002013-06-20T12:41:21.464+08:00Poker face.Tau tak keadaan tu, bila lagu tu tak bagi apa-apa maksud, bila keluar kat radio, terus tukar channel. Tapi pada suatu situasi tu, bila lagu tu dimainkan kat radio, lagu tu terus masuk dalam kehidupan kita, masuk hati, keluar kat mata dalam liquid state.<div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>"</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I wish that I could stop loving you so much</span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Cause I'm the only one that's trying to keep us together</span><br style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">When all of the signs say that I should forget her</span><br style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I wish you weren't the best, the best I ever had</span><br style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">I wish that the good outweighed the bad</span><br style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Cause it'll never be over, until you tell me it's over"</span></span></div>
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<br />Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-7144447418055875182013-01-13T04:53:00.000+08:002013-01-13T04:53:27.814+08:00The Simple Act of Giving Up<span style="font-family: inherit;">Is it supposed to be simple? I said I'm fine but I don't know why I'm not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is when I started to seek for His help. Masya Allah.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">"<span style="background-color: white;">I'm a mess when I'm alone.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">and if anyone can help, I think I'm losing it</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I grab and hold on tightly but I start to slip."</span></span>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-91113028544425781192013-01-04T02:26:00.001+08:002013-01-04T02:28:01.715+08:002013<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Assalamualaikum. Hi. Lama tak jumpa :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, basically, sekarang dah tahun baru. Even though not as new as it should be, but it still felt new. With nothing new happened.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you're reading this in the future, Athirah, please remember that, kiamat predicted on 20-12-2012 did not happened and you were truly glad that those Kafir knew they were wroooong. So, awak pun sambut your 20th :) Which was awesome by the way. Being with love. Hi hi hi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be grateful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, tadi juga awak baru ambil first final paper awak bagi first part awak in degree. CTU. Yeah, awak tak pernah dapat even A- pun tu :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You must be wondering what took me so long to create a new post. Well, right now I am dead bored. Can't sleep with this huge ulcer in my mouth which keeps popping out monthly. There's something wrong with me, man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey future Athirah, I hope you get splendid results this semester, please let it be Dean's List eh? Nanti dah makin susah makin takleh dapat Dekan. Awak pula masuk SMF, makin busy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should probably at least study at this very moment. FAR is tomorrow and I am clueless. Clueless I tell you! Then a day after is CRG! I know I'll get B- on this one. Where's the three days gap?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the finals, I'll start think about settling down. Yeah. Awak, bila nak jumpa ayah? HA HA HA.</span>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-71143702142824119702012-07-23T22:37:00.000+08:002012-07-23T22:38:55.759+08:00This funny human being.<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">TIADA UNSUR MENGATA. BERKONGSI CERITA SAHAJA UNTUK DIBUAT PENGAJARAN.</span><br />
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Some people are complaining about not giving a shit about other people's stories. Or might I say, people's useless facebook status. Since I have been 'enrolled' in this 'lame' social network, I found myself an amusement or in the simplest word, idiot.</div>
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At first, yes, I was a bit jealous because she started to study early. I only started study the night before the exam. However, she only "Check!" our second course paper instead of the first one. Then, the night before the "Check!" goes to aaaalllll the first course paper. In my mind, my evil mind, "Dia ni ya ya je "Check!" jadah semua, takda la 4 flat mana pun, lagi bodoh than aku (masyaallah), tak jawab nanti hampeh juga". Don't get me wrong, I already don't like this person way back.</div>
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PPS: Mind my manner.</div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-30445330255641122542012-05-21T14:19:00.000+08:002012-05-21T14:19:27.115+08:00illusionNever knew. Never thought. Never expect.<br />
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I come here only when I have no one to turn to. No one. Congratulations, you just made 'I have only one person to turn to' to 'no one'.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-17724302382626439182012-05-08T02:37:00.000+08:002012-05-08T02:37:03.117+08:00white lies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“It’s a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what.”<br />
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So, I have no fucking idea why the hell you did so. And it don't seems like you're going to clear that out to me. Then, I have no idea what you want from me.<br />
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Taktau ke truth hurts lies kill?<br />
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Just stab me with the fucking knife. At least I'll die faster without suffering much pain.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-56587521256377958682012-04-30T00:59:00.002+08:002012-04-30T00:59:23.844+08:00heroes of our time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tak jumpa Izy punnn :(</span></div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-71868431559992325772012-04-02T01:52:00.000+08:002012-04-02T01:52:54.319+08:00this time<span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"><i>That moment when you wanna cry so hard for no reason, and you did, hoping someone will know but don't want to tell, and end up posting it in blog. Hoping something will happen.</i></span>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-22227385842779016492012-03-25T01:56:00.001+08:002012-03-25T01:57:53.464+08:00the new<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://muslimvoices.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/0prayer_bethcanphoto_85377491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://muslimvoices.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/0prayer_bethcanphoto_85377491.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking about it. It is a good thing. Great thing that should happen. But, why is it hard? I know other great things should happen first for this great thing to happen. I'm working on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know if you feel the same way. I hope you do. Not trying to freak you out. I hope this great thing will happen. The sooner the better. They might say it is impossible. You might think things will be difficult. But this great thing will be followed by, most gratefulness upon us. I'm praying for it. Things will go well because it is, what should happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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There are certain things that I hate. Wait, not hate. Get annoyed? Bugs me? Nah, just don't like it. Hey, I get to choose my own preferences okay.<br />
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Anyway, they said it's a good thing. What I stand for is a good thing. But, not all of them agree with me.<br />
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The point is, you might say I hate that song because it reminds me of your past. Your better life I might say. Or maybe because it looks like you can't get over it since you like to be reminded of your past so, that's why I hate that song.<br />
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Yes, this post is about a song. Technically, break-up songs.<br />
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Hate is a strong word but I hate Taylor Swift. She, her songs and her ideas of writing songs. Yes, she is very creative to be able to write her own songs. But based on her life? Her childhood or her family whatsoever is fine but her sad love life? Please. Just get over it. Keep your sad life story to yourself okay. Pathetic. Fine, it's her song, let her be. Whatever.<br />
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Okay fine, there are some break-up songs about you hate your ex and how you'll get over it but guess what, by writing or singing that song will remind you of it and doesn't get you over it! Duhh.<br />
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So, basically you aren't over your past, how would you think those person in your present and future will feel about that? How worthless they think they are because they will think that they can't be better than your past (if not then you wouldn't still be thinking of your past because you have a great life right now)?<br />
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No, it is fine to like sad songs. But, having your past dedicate it to you? You should really be considerate. Think of the people in your present. Or would you rather to have your past back?<br />
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<i><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">Forget <s>what hurts you in</s> the past but never forget what it taught you.</span></i></div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-28165867388216232832012-03-11T19:56:00.001+08:002012-03-11T19:58:35.733+08:00not trying to be cliché but<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/24660033/tumblr_m0pwgnW6w71rrpl6fo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/24660033/tumblr_m0pwgnW6w71rrpl6fo1_400_large.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><i>Hey, do you remember that dream I've told you?</i><br />
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My knuckles have become red because I did what I've done in that dream. It was not on purpose. Somehow I felt mad and I just did so and it didn't hurt at all because I kept doing it.<br />
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Of course no one could heard me. I was in the shower. At least pretending I'm having a shower where I ran as soon as I hung up the phone after hearing your voice.<br />
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Thank god the red is slowly fading away.<br />
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Please, don't remind me of it. Maybe you'd want me to feel bad because it was my fault. Don't. I've felt bad. How'd you think that makes me look like. I've been imagining things of what your family would think of me. I'm the one who ask for it. I want this more than you want it, trust me. Still think I don't feel bad?<br />
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Even my longest shower wasn't enough.<br />
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I'd trade anything in the world to see you there. It's fucking killing me not be able to be there and I can't do fucking anything about it!<br />
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I know it's nothing to be cry over.<br />
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Let's not talk about this anymore. Or else.Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-74779307404456798702012-03-01T01:38:00.001+08:002012-03-01T01:40:50.611+08:00speechlessSome say that <i>one who understands you most can tell you're sad even when you're smiling</i>.<br />
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Bullshit.<br />
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I'm not being cynical which I am but it is.<br />
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You're sad because your crush had a girlfriend and you're faking a smile when suddenly your bestfriend comes to you and says good things to comfort you. That's because she KNOWS that is your crush and of course you'd hurt because damn yeah she will too if that is her crush. Duhh.<br />
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Guess what, if your bestfriend does not have a damn idea that is your crush and seeing you smile all day, of course she thinks nothing's going on because she has no fucking clue!<br />
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Referring back to the 'exaggerate' quote up there, of course that person understands you, because that person knows you! Duhh.<br />
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Guess what, and if you think you've found that person who truly understands you most, you're fucking wrong. What if that person is too busy with things going on in his/her own life? That person wouldn't even knoowww or better yet, wouldn't want to knowww how you feel because that person don't have a damn clue there's something wrong!<br />
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In the end, you're own your own. Left with hopes. Feel hurt, pity and sympathy all by yourself. Boohoo.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">boob and bob :D</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>awww shegannyaa I HIHI</i></span></div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-44059781862350757352012-02-11T02:48:00.001+08:002012-02-11T02:53:10.514+08:00Mine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8GR1SXzN5nShonIuyGGx77IEkv5wZc-Wfanj6UBKBhk_ks77UGVTNR2s_bc5_lbTIeqrysrV_-s7sQu4XNipCv_efgV7Vhn5E-T2Vl2o9iEq7WFatYvZ5K6EhvDkpSxcaJFz7ncrJLl1/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8GR1SXzN5nShonIuyGGx77IEkv5wZc-Wfanj6UBKBhk_ks77UGVTNR2s_bc5_lbTIeqrysrV_-s7sQu4XNipCv_efgV7Vhn5E-T2Vl2o9iEq7WFatYvZ5K6EhvDkpSxcaJFz7ncrJLl1/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">I'm keeping this forever, <s>motherfucker</s>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">(: How fucking glad I am. I'm right where I want to be, and with whom. So does he.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now is my so-called last semester in diploma, in Puncak. Minus the short semesters where I'll be having two. First here, in Puncak and second, Induk.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Em have no damn idea what to post about, I'm just dead bored and want to waste my time. Couldn't sleep early. Need to stay up. For fun haha.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Soooooo, next week will be having the second common tests. Far, maf and tax. I don't even have the slightest idea what this FAR360 is all about -_- Damn my education :D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Aaaaaa can't wait to finish this semester, luckily the short semester is only 1 month. Then again, what will I do during the loooong break? Ohmaagaaad. I will not, I repeat, will not work. Staying at home means unpaid maid I will be. Have to face the queen's lecture everyday haiyaaaaa. Patience.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the end, thaaaank god I have someone whom I can called, guy-who-takes-on-my-shits, not literally :D Iloveyouuuuu so so muuuuch hihi <3</div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-42323613863639614892011-12-29T22:56:00.000+08:002011-12-29T22:56:34.025+08:00Today,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4100/4864791916_c49d7b3ce0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like, what did I do today? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not that I'm being ungrateful, I know I myself have been wishing to be all alone, stuck in my room for the whole day during this specific day, but when one plan, one tiny single plan happened to be in my head, I get damn fucked up if it didn't happened.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why? Because of today. Other days seem to be a lot fun, with big plans, a thousand times better. Sheesh. Now everyone wonder why I'd wanted to be left alone during this day. This is why. Being so hopeful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow this picture reminds me of my dear bestfriend <a href="http://www.joanhnisny.blogspot.com">Anis Farhanah</a> (:</div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-91190812676609591192011-12-28T01:29:00.000+08:002011-12-28T01:29:30.216+08:00(::(Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-84942769523345931062011-12-25T21:49:00.000+08:002011-12-25T21:49:27.510+08:00Bob-a-thon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Do you knowwww there'll be Spongebob-a-thon airing on Nickelodeon HIHI :) but there also will be Bob-a-thon along this week (:</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Anyhow, the main story was, I went for a short holiday to the South, Johor then Melaka with the super lovely family. Yup, short. One night stay in Melaka. My financial position went drop vigorously due to uncontrollability of shopping madness. Blame the almost 70 per cent sales.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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</i></span></div>Arghhh can't believe I just totally forgot about my tons of assignments. Must. Do. It. Tonight. I'm a work-a-holic! *buatmuka*Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838442915482035228.post-73537940301143629032011-12-22T13:07:00.002+08:002011-12-23T16:48:00.437+08:00Running.Hey, mid-sem break is coming. Today's the 22nd. I've always wish I'd forget it. I'll try. Curse you Celcom. Mother is planning to go for a holiday, all of us. Sister keeps gedik-ing wanted to go to the new Johor Outlet Premium. So, mother said we'll go there since it's the school holidays. Shopping? I don't know. I'm more to window shopping. The stores' dolls wear the clothes better than me. However, I do owe this one kid a birthday present, I guess I'll be supporting her financially when she go for a shopping, since she got straight As in her PMR this year. Congratulations. Now let's see your SPM results.<br />
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My break is only for a week. Break? Not even close. Got a lot of assignments to pass up after the break. A lot to do. Haih haih haihhhhh. This is the last semester tho. I pray.<br />
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Aaaaand guess what, I screwed my BEL's presentation. What I thought was exactly a contra of what have happened. Fuck no.<br />
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This last semester I'll be having eight courses. EIGHT. Not one of it is a co-curriculum. Not one of it is a two hours credits' course. All eight are three hours credit. A total of twenty-four hours credit. Which also means, NO free-time in a week compared to last semester's. All day FULL. Even though there's one free-time on Monday, but that is equalised by having Friday's class at 3pm. Daaamnnn. I have NEVER had evening class on Friday.<br />
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The way I see it, I don't think I can raise my CGPA. Although one intersession only have two courses, but the courses are, I think I need a spare brains, anyone?<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">PS: I am thankful for what I've gain so far but I know I can do fucking better.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I guess I was just not destined to got better?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i style="color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i style="color: yellow;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Yes, I've just google 'bersenang dahulu' since I can't remember the exact idioms.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">And I got confused with "Sesal dahulu pendapatan, sesal kemudian tiada gunanya."</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">This is, Fatin Nur Athirah, anak Omar.</span></div>Athirah Omarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14949448143466639855noreply@blogger.com0