<?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-4752503282435035888</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:33:26.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>private life?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-1341479593102417759</id><published>2009-05-12T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:45:25.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alright, now I'm going to reveal that I've a new blog. If you feel like reading it, please feel free to visit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecomplicatedira.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.thecomplicatedira.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But, I need to warn you guys that I'm free to write anything that I like. Do not 'serang' me for things that I post. For once, I need a space to scribble anything that I like. With that, I thank you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-I am complicated-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-1341479593102417759?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/1341479593102417759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=1341479593102417759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1341479593102417759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1341479593102417759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/05/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5847246091971490530</id><published>2009-02-22T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:33:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;well well well... i'm tired typing about love because truthfully, i still haven't found one. sad to say but maybe guys my age find me wierd. yeah yeah. almost all malay guys want a cute, 'manja' in sense of attitude and polite malay girl. i'm definately out of the list! i'm more to not being hipocrit by being myself. guys hate me? hell i don't care! *hahha* nevermind, i don't really mind to be loved by a guy right now. but, i really care about friendship. haih! any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; story about friends around me? yup! there're several...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;as i walked into radical group early of this semester, i realised that i missed a lot of things that happen among my classmates. so, i'd tried to catch up and i managed to be on the right track back. but, since then, many things have happened. love, friendship and conflict are all blend into a mixture of life. now, back to the main thing, friendship. what is actually a friendship all about? a friendship can only be called friendship if it has trust, care, love and loyal. all these elements are important because you can only be loyal if you care or love the person. but, you can only care or love when you trust the person. hence, trust the friendship that you've built so that you will care, love and then loyal towards your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;is a friend important in life? it depends to people's perspective. but, i do think that friends are important in some occassions. some people may lead a life without others because they are the loner type. but still, once in a moonlight, they will need help from another person. for me, my friends would be there for me when i'm devastated or frustrated. our family wouldn't be there all the time. we have our own legs to stand on our own. along the way, friends will always help us when we fall on the ground. they'll be laughing at us but they'll give their hand and pull us to stand up again. it is just the matter of choosing the right friends, trusting them and being by their side whenever needed. and, to whom in love, always remember that love can fade away but friendship will never fade away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-never loose a friend because of another friend-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5847246091971490530?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5847246091971490530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5847246091971490530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5847246091971490530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5847246091971490530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/02/interesting.html' title='interesting?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-2977749689856095002</id><published>2009-02-16T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:39:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;guys, thank you for reading my blog. i have some problems with the internet at 'beloved' mawar. so, i can't give any responses on your comments as for now. so, this post is dedicated for you guys who read my blog. THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-reading needs passion and patience-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-2977749689856095002?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/2977749689856095002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=2977749689856095002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2977749689856095002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2977749689856095002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='thank you (:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5759965509365732740</id><published>2009-02-10T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:11:07.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scandal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i had a long weekend holiday because of the 'thaipusam' celebration. so, when i came back to my 'beloved' college yesterday, i heard stories about cars, people and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SCANDAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! i'm going to dedicate this post to mr.playboy and miss raziah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;here the story goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;not a long time ago, PI020 D was shocked with the news or fact that mr.playboy and mrs.intec were a lovebird. prove? isn't necessary because almost everyone in PI020 D knew about it. they were paying each other's meal during dinner, texting each other eventhough the fact that they were in the same class and going to meet almost every single day. but, the power of love is unbreakable. *sigh* the world knew that there were something happening between them but they remained silent until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss raziah appeared in mr.playboy's life. it happened a moment after mrs.intec and mr.playboy keeping distance from each other. why? only they know the real story but they don't want to reveal it. so, in mr.playboy's life, he opened a new love story and it involved miss raziah. is the love story caused by infatuation? i hope not because the glory of love isn't real when falling in love with a person that we meet everyday. day after day, mr.playboy and miss raziah seem comfortable showing their relationship in public. what more can people say? they are like brother and sister? *sigh* no, they are trully, madly and deeply involved in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to mr.playboy, you may say that you aren't a playboy but people surrounding you see differently from you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to miss raziah, you should start praying that your relationship with mr.playboy lasts longer compare to mrs.intec and mr.playboy. *sigh* i'm joking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-love is beautiful if we understand the meaning of love-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5759965509365732740?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5759965509365732740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5759965509365732740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5759965509365732740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5759965509365732740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/02/scandal.html' title='scandal?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-4418013117538862348</id><published>2009-02-10T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:08:40.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;for months i've been keeping my distance with you, pa. but believe me, i have reasons for why i do that. it started with all the missunderstanding when i stayed with you after spm. no worries pa, your eldest daughter never have the shame feeling towards you. i know my mistakes are speechless but nobody is perfect. even you were having your love story with aunty yanie before you marry her. but, i never judge you in any ways because you were a great father to me. you were everything to me and i never felt that towards ma before. now, when she picked me up after being 'dumped' by you, she is everthing to me. should i tell everyone that the 'nafkah' you give me monthly is never enough? but i'm greatful and i live with what i have. i never questioned your credibility as a father because you are simply good. nobody can be like you. you are one in a million, honestly. the reason i type this post is for you to know that i can't accept the fact that you are now someone's husband. you are not mine anymore. i'm selfish and i can't share someone i loved so much with a stranger. FYI, i don't need to share ma with uncle because he comes to ma as a weekend husband. uncle is totally an open-minded person. he has no problem if ma wants to have a day with her children &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uncle. but aunty will haunt me by being with us [family] wherever we go. our weekends will never be the same because of aunty. it is not fair for me to get rid of her from your life because for you, she is everything. with full respect, i step away from your life just to avoid feeling sad. this is the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-letting go of someone we love is not easy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-4418013117538862348?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/4418013117538862348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=4418013117538862348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4418013117538862348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4418013117538862348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/02/dedicated-to-papa.html' title='dedicated to papa'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8107002747774886336</id><published>2009-02-04T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:24:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i've been pushed by peeps surrounding me to post a blog. so, i'm here to type something about you. read it and pretend to understand. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;there has been some misunderstanding between some people. currently, my status as the member of '&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;' is undetermined. it is because i've been busy with another group named '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Scandalness Group&lt;/span&gt;'. well, we have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;mr.playboy and miss raziah&lt;/span&gt; in the group. we have&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mr.masscom and miss heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not to forget, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;mr.loveless and miss ifa&lt;/span&gt;. for sure i will never forget the members of '&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spice Girls'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;mrs.ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;mrs.abangZ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mrs.intec&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; miss korean&lt;/span&gt;. these days, the '&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;' seldom hang out with the '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Scandalness Group&lt;/span&gt;'. so, i've been in dilemma to choose between those groups. me myself was in the '&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt;' and right now i'm involved in the '&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Scandalness Group&lt;/span&gt;'. what should i do?! i'm confused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-life is not real without obstacles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8107002747774886336?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8107002747774886336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8107002747774886336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8107002747774886336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8107002747774886336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html' title='confused?!'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5616605886922783296</id><published>2009-01-30T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:47:26.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loosing grip from her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i was sitting there alone without any disturbances. "he is cute when he sleeps like that," i thought in my mind. again, am i crushing on someone? it is really impossible because i'm not into boys right now. i took my mobile to check if any messages or calls retrieved. i saw her name in my missed call list. i was just about to text her but she stood in front of me before i get to text her. she said she wanted to have a private conversation with me. at that moment, i was only thinking will this conversation leads to any kind of goodness in the future? if not, i rather keep my mouth shut and let her do the talk. i wouldn't want to tear her heart apart. i know, my words are as sharp as a sword sometimes. but, she kept asking me and i was forced to answer. i tried to pick up words that have mild meanings but understandable. she seemed confused but what more can i say? i am loosing a friendship grip from her. it slipped away long time ago. one thing that is sure, we can still be friends now and forever. i love her as much as i did before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5616605886922783296?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5616605886922783296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5616605886922783296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5616605886922783296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5616605886922783296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/loosing-grip-from-her.html' title='loosing grip from her?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-4412660244211785333</id><published>2009-01-29T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:08:17.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;sorry folks. out for days because of fever. hurul, i guess it came from you and it was pretty bad. it's okay. i'm a fighter! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: wait for the next post. it'll be more interesting to read. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-4412660244211785333?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/4412660244211785333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=4412660244211785333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4412660244211785333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4412660244211785333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/updated-already.html' title='updated already.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-6532416893506811088</id><published>2009-01-19T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:53:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imitating AJ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nope. this post is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not an imitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i'm trying to do something interesting without using &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bombastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; words like AJ does. he's superb in what he is doing. *sigh* i'm just putting my feet into something new. *hahha* so, let the story begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;early in the morning, after i did my brushing thingy at toilet, i texted &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr.playboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. [he's not the real playboy but he claims to fame. *agagaga*] well, after replying each others text, we decided to prepare to go to the most famous shopping complex that you have never been before which is jusco klang. [sorry ayden, i took your sentence. *ngee*] after battling in front of the mirror, i rushed to have my healthy way of breakfast. eating rapidly and hungrily until i'm full of wholegrain in my stomach. whenever i'm full, i'll be childishly happy. i saw &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs.hafizi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was having her sweet time in front of the mirror. she isn't like me when it comes to mirror thingy. she's cool and fast. [tudung thing lahh!] suddenly,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; miss raziah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came into my room, accompanied by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss heartless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs.abangZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. they were perfectly and cutely make-up. girls' stuff are not my blood, at all! around 10am or more we went to the freaking mawar bus stop. people are like hell when the bus arrived. there will be lots of pushing, cursing and making ugly faces just to enter the bus. after ages waiting for the freaking bus to arrive, we saw the 603 bus and for sure everyone including the five of us rushed to the bus. i bet the bus driver is used to the hell situation at mawar bus stop. as ususal, mrs.hafizi, miss raziah, miss heartless, mrs.abangZ and me did well to enter the bus. *sigh* we've been training for the hell situation since our first semester of asasi TESL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i saw &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr.loveless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his orange reddish shirt and funny flip-flop. the six of us went to hijazi to have some food. i planned to drink 'pull tea' because i had my breakfast already. poor mr.loveless, mr and mrs.kering were having their romantic breakfast together at hijazi. [why kering? refer to both of their blog.] we ambushed them and asked about mrs.apek's condition. she seemed sick but i'm not sure if the acting lesson during drama class was good. *hahha* the breakfast was good. ouh! i forgot to mention that we met mr.playboy and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr.masscom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at hijazi. after that, the eight of us were so eager to go to klang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;arriving at the heart of klang is like the second stage of hell. vehicles were everywhere and we had some pig time to search for the bus to jusco klang. at first, we planned to go to jusco bukit raja. but, after stopping in front of the cute bus that shows jusco bukit tinggi, we changed our mind. the bus is way better than the mini bus to our faculty but still, we are fine with any kind of public transports. the journey in the bus was fine. we arrived at jusco bukit tinggi around noon. arriving there was like arriving at mrs.abangZ's mansion, according to her. [she's rich by the way.] jusco bukit tinggi, here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;here comes the best part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cannot imagine how can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly appear between&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr.playboy and miss raziah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it does. they were like two lovely birds. err... but one of the birds is 180cm in height. the other bird is 39kg or less in weight. still, they are cute to be a couple. am i right mrs.hafizi? *ngee* they were hugging each other, holding each other's hand and being sarcasticly romantic whenever they could. i saw miss heartless's sad face but i'm really bad with words especially words to make people happier. so, i kept quite because my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dato' K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was sitting for his arabic examination. talking about dato' K, i don't think i have a future with him. he's in his own fantasy world and my bet is, he's waiting for someone else. its ok with me because mama taught me that i should my best first in things that i am good at which is being myself. *hahha* [ina, aku pon tade jiwa lahh.] mr.playboy and miss raziah were pamperly fighting over lunch. i bet it was about finishing food issue. mr.playboy is freaking fussy when miss raziah could not finish up her food. huh! typical malay man will always be so fussy with all the little things. but, when it comes to marrying more than one woman, it is ok. [btol kn pa? aunty yanie mst stuju jgk. *sigh* sorry pa!] from lunch to watching bedtime stories, mr.playboy and miss raziah will always be together. so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;our journey didn't end at jusco bukit tinggi. we went to PAS because miss heartless wanted to find a cheap mobile but she changed her mind last minute. still, we went to PAS and played bowling. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO BOWLING AT PAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! it is like hell because the maintanance was freaking slow. after swinging some bowling balls, we went for some arcade games. me and mr.loveless played basketball arcade like crazy. we ended up sweating as if we were playing the real one. it is fun! we decided to dinner at kfc. after loading our stomach, we went to seksyen 2 by walking. there the lovebirds strucked each other again. they were holding hands and walked behind us. mr.masscom, mrs.hafizi, miss heartless, mrs.abangZ and me sang love songs just to heat up the night. but, we got interupted by mr.loveless's harsh voice. still, we were singing like crazy. [kn hurul? trcungap2 nynyi.*hahha*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the day ended up perfectly tired. don't think the girls' day has ended. we continued the night with gossiping about &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss troublesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her demands. well, for me, the day ended up perfect because they were all being happy without spending a lot of money. i slept with a smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s : i'm new, so do comments on my post. AJ, i am not imitating you. just trying to open up my horizon. *ngee*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-6532416893506811088?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/6532416893506811088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=6532416893506811088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6532416893506811088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6532416893506811088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/imitating-aj.html' title='imitating AJ?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-6564349781253948933</id><published>2009-01-14T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:46:26.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again;mumtaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;mumtaz... want to meet you so much! missing you like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-6564349781253948933?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/6564349781253948933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=6564349781253948933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6564349781253948933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6564349781253948933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/againmumtaz.html' title='again;mumtaz'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-1919925490965438487</id><published>2009-01-14T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:32:10.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to;former spice girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;these days have been busy for me, and for my friends as well. still, i really want to post this one because of my friendship towards my beloved jaja, tuan, jaty and myra. to start with, i am really pissed off and sad with all this reshuffling classes. the fact that jaja, jenny, aj, ina, winnie and effy being saparated from the rest of us is like slapping my face hardly. But, the fact that new faces in my class has open up my mind to be a better student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, here is the really thing i would want jaja, tuan, jaty and myra to know. it is so much different for us when the semester 2 opened a few weeks back. we were fine during the 'BTN' thingy. but, i realize something fishy between us is happening right now. i really don't know if i am the black sheep in this situation. but, i am really sorry. deeply inside me, i am hoping for us to be like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jaja : sdey sgt2 kaw da kt kls laen. aku cm terkontang-kanting je kaw xde. seyes ni. xtpu! apesal diorg dengki nk pisahkan kte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tuan : i could say that kaw mmg sempoi la tuan. ble aku nk someone to listen to me, kaw mst sudi kn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jaty : kaw mmg adik yg paling aku rndu ar wey! air yg dicincang takkan putus. tapi kte putus je. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;myra : aku rse dgn kaw la plg byk bnde aku nk ckap tp sumer xtrungkap. xpelah, the day will come kott. thanks for all your kindess since the day i know u which was back during 'MMS'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what have i posted, i am trully madly deeply sorry if anyone feels angry, mad or sad. but all these are my PRIVATE LIFE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-1919925490965438487?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/1919925490965438487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=1919925490965438487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1919925490965438487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1919925490965438487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/toformer-spice-girls.html' title='to;former spice girls'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8364547266737675505</id><published>2009-01-10T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:30:08.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to;mumtaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;mumtaz... jahan is missing you so much. what am i suppose to do? meeting u again, can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8364547266737675505?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8364547266737675505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8364547266737675505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8364547266737675505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8364547266737675505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomumtaz_10.html' title='to;mumtaz'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5971121494972503832</id><published>2009-01-09T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:13:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood;lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;at last, i'm typing something for my blog. its been a long time since i last updated my blog. whats new? errr... my targets for 2009. i have a few to share with you guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. being a better person [physically and mentally]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. being a better daughter and sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. getting better cgpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. being a good friend [to people who wants to be a friend of mine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. buying a new laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6. buying iphone [want it so much]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i guess six is too much. but, who cares?! *sigh* so, to people that have extra cash, put a few thousands ringgit in my maybank account. JOKING! but, the first three is a must. pray the best for me. daA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5971121494972503832?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5971121494972503832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5971121494972503832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5971121494972503832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5971121494972503832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/moodlazy.html' title='mood;lazy'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5692676280182137124</id><published>2009-01-03T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:18:59.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;who says &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life is easy&lt;/span&gt;? i would be the first one to deny that fact. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life is not easy&lt;/span&gt;, at all! right now, i'm going through a tough time in my life. i know, in the future there will be more tougher time. but sometimes, i feel commit suicide is the only solution. ASTAGHFIRULLAH! but, that is the truth. life is like driving a car on a road. we overtake a car in front, there are still cars to overtake after that. life is always about solving problems. after a problem being solved, another problem being served to us. like it or not, solve it. we can't always rely on people. when you die, we are not sharing the grave together. [like i want!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'm eighteen and nineteen is just around the corner. problems that i need to overcome are more than my age. family, friends, attitude, feelings, bla bla bla. but still, i'm coping with all the problems. professionally? sometimes. i'm the person that you don't want to meet when i'm mad or sad. i'll be the cruel one. WTF? like i care if people's feelings are hurting at that moment. but, life is not all about me. but i remember, what goes around comes back around. do nice nice things to people even though they do sucks on me. because i believe in the day hereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/s : i'm a muslim. JIHAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5692676280182137124?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5692676280182137124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5692676280182137124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5692676280182137124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5692676280182137124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-easy.html' title='life is easy?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-7104886998443545259</id><published>2008-12-31T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:34:00.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumtazku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;mumtaz, jahan sudah delete sumer yg ade psl ash. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7104886998443545259?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7104886998443545259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7104886998443545259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7104886998443545259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7104886998443545259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumtazku.html' title='mumtazku...'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-358393515147984120</id><published>2008-12-29T04:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:37:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real love in a fake world,chuck and sarah &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SVfgs_EkOsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dSiS4QnC2eo/s1600-h/wayne+rooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284939751192017602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SVfgs_EkOsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dSiS4QnC2eo/s320/wayne+rooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i had combined these moments of both &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zachary levi [chuck]&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yvonne strahovski [sarah]&lt;/span&gt; to become a nice picture. i dedicated specially for them and hoping they'll be together in real life. they are adorable and unique in their own ways. believe me, they'll make a good couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the best for both of them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-358393515147984120?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/358393515147984120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=358393515147984120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/358393515147984120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/358393515147984120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-love-in-fake-worldchuck-and-sarah.html' title='real love in a fake world,chuck and sarah &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SVfgs_EkOsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dSiS4QnC2eo/s72-c/wayne+rooney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8112205961913024348</id><published>2008-12-24T02:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:35:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complete life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;life isn't about you being happy but making people happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;life isn't about you being rich but making people rich.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;life isn't about you being satisfied but making people satisfied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life isn't about you but people in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the point is, life teach us not to be selfish, self-centered and egoistic. you are living with your surrounding that consist of your family, friends and others. if you are happy, rich and satisfied, ask your surrounding if they are happy, rich and satisfied too. if they are, you are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt;. but, if they aren't, you are still missing something in life. believe me, there are always reasons for things that happened. stop complaining about people's mistakes. you yourself should look into a mirror and see your own mistakes. if you can't determine your own mistakes, you are nobody to fix people's mistakes. i am writing this because i see into me and i find my mistakes. i don't want my surrounding to do or repeat the same thing.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you with all my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8112205961913024348?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8112205961913024348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8112205961913024348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8112205961913024348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8112205961913024348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/12/complete-life.html' title='complete life.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-7773229017043455166</id><published>2008-12-13T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:42:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid BTN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont understand why we have to go to BTN and before that wasting money to buy &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;BLACK SHOES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BAJU KURUNG PUTIH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T-SHIRT PUTIH LENGAN PANJANG&lt;/span&gt;. first and foremost, not everyone has all that stuff. so, we had to buy a brand new just for that BTN. to be honest, i've been to a few BTN camp and none of the camp requires brand new thingy. this BTN camp is just wasting my money. i really dont mind with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;holiday time&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;they have taken&lt;/span&gt; from my semester break. but, dont make us spend on things that will be used once or twice. i am neither rich nor poor, still making noise on spending money. can you imagine how about the poor ones? stupid, stupid and stupid. HUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7773229017043455166?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7773229017043455166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7773229017043455166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7773229017043455166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7773229017043455166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-btn.html' title='stupid BTN.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-685199783212805738</id><published>2008-12-01T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:20:55.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you loved me (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all those times you stood by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all the truth that you made me see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all the wrong that you made right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For every dream you made come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For all the love I found in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're the one who held me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never let me fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're the one who saw me through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You gave me faith 'cuz you believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You said no star was out of reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had your love I had it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You gave me faith 'cuz you believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were always there for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The tender wind that carried me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've been my inspiration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Through the lies you were the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My world is a better place because of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You gave me faith 'cuz you believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You gave me faith 'cuz you believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-685199783212805738?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-6046179479287813028</id><published>2008-12-01T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:36:48.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are young talented people (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;guys, i swear that they are so talented and so much younger than their gifted talent. check all these links and you'll know what do i really mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyHuNnIdp64&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyHuNnIdp64&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5Jj7GOcvU8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5Jj7GOcvU8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-6046179479287813028?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/6046179479287813028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=6046179479287813028' 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type='text'>this is a talent (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NEhY8CZFmQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NEhY8CZFmQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/media/20080919_tows_charice"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/media/20080919_tows_charice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guys, i beg you to click at links above this. if you have ever heard about this young talent, don't bother me. even oprah, ellen and david foster are amazed. the name is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;charice&lt;/span&gt;. she is only sixteen and she came from a broken family. her father almost killed her mother when she was three years old. she started to discover her talent when she was four years old. i admire her when i saw her for the first time on oprah winfrey show. i can only describe her with 9 alphebets, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7789970698891753686?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7789970698891753686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7789970698891753686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7789970698891753686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7789970698891753686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-talent.html' title='this is a talent (:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-6234559642170708386</id><published>2008-11-29T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:06:11.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>review on twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;finally! i was among the first batch to watch twilight on the first day it is released at cinemas in malaysia. as for me, i enjoyed the movie because i like love stories especially when it comes to teenagers love story. i know, winnie would say it is such a LAME story as she always said to people the word LAME. XP but, come on! it is not that bad. guys, if you feel like it is such a waste to watch twilight, better don't hesitate with your thoughts. but, i feel like watching it again with my little BIG sister. she is one of the biggest fan of ROBERT THOMAS PATTINSON a.k.a EDWARD CULLEN. till then, daA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-6234559642170708386?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/6234559642170708386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=6234559642170708386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6234559642170708386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6234559642170708386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/review-on-twilight.html' title='review on twilight.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-3851747403042924725</id><published>2008-11-26T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:25:26.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SS0HuPcDCuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GXqYk0k5f2A/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272879229720267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SS0HuPcDCuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GXqYk0k5f2A/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;twilight! twilight! twilight! *sigh* i was waiting for the movie since i read the novel last two weeks. i can't wait for tomorrow. actually, i hate reading novels especially english novels. but stephenie mayer has made me love novels so much! thanks to her, i have read twilight many times and i still find it interesting. tomorrow! i hope the movie is fantastic too. *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-3851747403042924725?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/3851747403042924725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=3851747403042924725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/3851747403042924725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/3851747403042924725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='twilight! (:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SS0HuPcDCuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GXqYk0k5f2A/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-4222881657615767358</id><published>2008-11-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:51:41.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing all of you! d:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCVLD4ejI/AAAAAAAAAFA/atgDXGgvPHY/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271184451630037554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCVLD4ejI/AAAAAAAAAFA/atgDXGgvPHY/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;venue: dataran shah alam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCUrVkkJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oCFdho4EJnc/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271184443114295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCUrVkkJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oCFdho4EJnc/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;venue: SAC, Faculty of Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCUNL3Y7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/h7LEE_oZZ-A/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271184435020522418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCUNL3Y7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/h7LEE_oZZ-A/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Venue: SAC, Faculty of Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-4222881657615767358?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/4222881657615767358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=4222881657615767358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4222881657615767358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4222881657615767358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-all-of-you-d.html' title='missing all of you! d:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SScCVLD4ejI/AAAAAAAAAFA/atgDXGgvPHY/s72-c/IMG_2646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-1662314385447830729</id><published>2008-11-22T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:21:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another point of view.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;days gone without giving any sign of stopping. she thought she would reach a day that she can change people's life. but, she is definately wrong. she herself is still getting used with her changing lifestyle. loved ones, friends, enemy and even unknown people look the same. how to differentiate? sincerity, that's for sure. since money has blinded humanity, she has to make a choice between being selfish or vice versa. she'd have a good past life and fantastic childhood. as she stands here, in the present, she isn't sure of anything even for deciding the simplest thing. what should she do? reverse the time? that is so out-dated idea. she rather jump of the klcc tower and let the fate determines her living. as for now, she stills stand a chance to wake up from her nightmare; people keep pushing her to be a better human being. she thought she did but she didn't. she is still a young adult that for sure bagged for help to go through today's insanity of life. everyone seems to chase money instead of happiness. she rather chase a rat instead of money. benefits of chasing a rat are way better than chasing money. still, she is in this big world all by herself. once, she held her hand to find help but people refused. why? money, power and position. even if she was gasping for air, people still chase her money before they ask what to help. one thing for sure, she is not that money maker person. either being stabbed by a knife, or being knocked hard with a stick, she choose to get closer to the perfect one; Allah Almighty. she survived each day with the help of the Almighty. she is thankful, enough to survive another day of insanity of life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-1662314385447830729?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/1662314385447830729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=1662314385447830729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1662314385447830729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1662314385447830729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-point-of-view.html' title='another point of view.'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-2710519582733407058</id><published>2008-11-20T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:27:49.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black memories~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ9PC5l22I/AAAAAAAAAEI/M3sH5lk7s18/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270404792616082274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ9PC5l22I/AAAAAAAAAEI/M3sH5lk7s18/s400/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; one of the last pictures that we had as a family. now, they are all &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;black memories&lt;/span&gt; because papa betrayed our love for someone else. sad? not anymore, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-2710519582733407058?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/2710519582733407058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=2710519582733407058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2710519582733407058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2710519582733407058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-memories.html' title='black memories~'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ9PC5l22I/AAAAAAAAAEI/M3sH5lk7s18/s72-c/DSC03148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5973196841909220232</id><published>2008-11-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:13:49.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>private life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha! guys, that is why i put a question mark after the word life. if you read my blog, my life is no longer a secret. plus, i am so crushed on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MR.CATCHMYMIND&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;haiyo! guys, happy holiday! hope to see you all soon. please,"jangan buat-buat lupa BTN disember!" i typed that in malay so that you guys have no reasons for not coming to that stupid BTN [kacau cuti aku]. but, i don't think i want to come. XP just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;p/s: ayin and myra, no more secret. *sigh* anis and hasrul, i thought that picture reveals too much. so, i had to delete it. but anis, you have seen it right? XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5973196841909220232?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5973196841909220232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5973196841909220232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5973196841909220232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5973196841909220232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/private-life.html' title='private life?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-20853045522886473</id><published>2008-11-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:47:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you from me. C:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ0tMmelpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyu0adZ0yM0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395415011694226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ0tMmelpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyu0adZ0yM0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope you wouldn't mind i created this picture dear. *ngeE!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-20853045522886473?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/20853045522886473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=20853045522886473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/20853045522886473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/20853045522886473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you-from-me-c.html' title='for you from me. C:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSQ0tMmelpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyu0adZ0yM0/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-2021585342536342836</id><published>2008-11-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:41:44.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asrari! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;haiyo! i miss you la dear. when are we going to hang out together again? this time round, without islaey. :P joking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-2021585342536342836?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/2021585342536342836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=2021585342536342836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2021585342536342836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2021585342536342836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/asrari.html' title='asrari! :)'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8737982980688913558</id><published>2008-11-18T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:41:49.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blur. . . ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as usual, i'll be craping again in this post. *sigh* this semester break is the first for me as a university student, precisely as a UiTM student. plans have been made and i guess i'll follow my plans. family, little LITTLE sister and friends! hold on! where is mr.catchmymind in my plan? no worries! he is in the friends catogory. *ngeE!* tomorrow, syam and irfan will start their first day of tuition with harris. irfan hates study so much until he says to mama that he only wants the tuition twice. haha! sorry irfan, you can't. your english result scares us. he managed to score 82% for his mathematics but he passed 'excellently' for his english. can you imagine he got 69% for his english? me and syam laughed when he told us his english result. mama was quite ashamed. what to do. he is living with a 'kampung' type step mother. mama told me my 'beloved' step mother gave syam a birthday card that is written in malay. "selamat hari lahir syam. semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki." *ngeE!* that was created by me. i didn't read the card and i don't want to. haha! in fact, irfan is now calling our step mother 'umi'. i'm sorry.what a LAME! come on! we are not your children. please don't make us call you 'umi' or whatsoever. if i was i irfan, i'll call you 'PAPA'S STEALER'. you stole papa from us! *duh* i guess, that's all after 'mengutuk' session finished. daA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8737982980688913558?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8737982980688913558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8737982980688913558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8737982980688913558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8737982980688913558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/11/blur.html' title='blur. . . ^_^'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-9127590676874673707</id><published>2008-11-01T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:59:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again for you little LITTLE SISTER! (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQvQjmC82bI/AAAAAAAAADg/5dpNUkv9b1U/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263529899439479218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQvQjmC82bI/AAAAAAAAADg/5dpNUkv9b1U/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;venue: SACC's secret recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;taken by: little BIG sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;menu: chocolate strawberry cake; darjeling tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;again, this is a picture specially for you! i love to eat as much as i love to smile. huk3! dear, i hope you like this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-9127590676874673707?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/9127590676874673707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=9127590676874673707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/9127590676874673707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/9127590676874673707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/again-for-you-little-little-sister.html' title='again for you little LITTLE SISTER! (;'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQvQjmC82bI/AAAAAAAAADg/5dpNUkv9b1U/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-7325001374734865214</id><published>2008-10-31T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:38:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to little LITTLE sister! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQrGmSv5x7I/AAAAAAAAADY/4PkxJORbbsk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263237475705931698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQrGmSv5x7I/AAAAAAAAADY/4PkxJORbbsk/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;venue: UiTM's swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;attire: myra's sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;camera: sony ericsson W660i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this picture is dedicated for you; little LITTLE sister! this noon, she sent me a message. "U da lunch? Eyt, u ltk r kt ur blog pic2 u tym u wtpape je r." her message was like that. so, this picture is specially for you sis! *ngee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7325001374734865214?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7325001374734865214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7325001374734865214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7325001374734865214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7325001374734865214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedicated-to-little-little-sister.html' title='dedicated to little LITTLE sister! (:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQrGmSv5x7I/AAAAAAAAADY/4PkxJORbbsk/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-5358969461425630101</id><published>2008-10-31T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:34:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to haris. . . (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQqXyTEdPiI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMoSGfIYSzg/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263186004904066594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQqXyTEdPiI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMoSGfIYSzg/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DR.NOOR HANIM BT RAHMAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-5358969461425630101?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/5358969461425630101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=5358969461425630101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5358969461425630101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/5358969461425630101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedicated-to-haris.html' title='dedicated to haris. . . (:'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQqXyTEdPiI/AAAAAAAAADA/UMoSGfIYSzg/s72-c/DSC00213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-2078415037699541720</id><published>2008-10-28T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:33:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yesterday was my &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TSL021-college writing skills&lt;/span&gt; paper. the topics given weren't that hard but to do a 400-450 words essay is pretty darn hard. i spent almost my 1 hour to just do my prewriting.*hush* i chose topic number one. it is about take parts in sports is one way to stay active and explain with examples on it. i really don't know what was i bubbling in that essay but what i know is i don't think i can score.*sigh* mama,don't get mad okay? but, the happy part is when i got my carry marks for &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TSL011-college reading&lt;/span&gt;. the full mark is 60%. nobody [even from other groups as well] gets 50% and above. i manage to get 42.9%. alhamdulillah! mama said,"beautiful!" may ALLAH bless you miss salliza. hoho! okay guys, i want to prepare myself. friends will wait for me at 11.15 for our brunch! pray for my &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TMS071-malaysian studies&lt;/span&gt;! daA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-2078415037699541720?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/2078415037699541720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=2078415037699541720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2078415037699541720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/2078415037699541720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-examination.html' title='writing?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8656467104617666493</id><published>2008-10-27T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:48:25.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQS4AjCrIWI/AAAAAAAAACw/q-ipFGU_rxY/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261532584221548898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQS4AjCrIWI/AAAAAAAAACw/q-ipFGU_rxY/s400/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love this picture so much! we were in the komuter on the way back from klcc i guess. the picture tells you a lot about me and my little BIG sister. we love to wear same attire! and . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8656467104617666493?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8656467104617666493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8656467104617666493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8656467104617666493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8656467104617666493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-this-picture-so-much-we-were-in.html' title='what a day!'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SQS4AjCrIWI/AAAAAAAAACw/q-ipFGU_rxY/s72-c/DSC00559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-7002479093862313788</id><published>2008-10-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:46:02.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i thought when mama left my little BIG sister and me at home, it is going to be sad. but, i guess we are having &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY DAYS&lt;/span&gt;! i arrived home on saturday morning and i had to wake my little BIG sister up because she was sleeping and making noise with her snore. agagaga! then, i offered her to follow me to klcc and crash on movies and kinokuniya. guess what? there were two more stooges followed us. for national security, the identity will not be revealed. lets make it easy. . me, my little BIG sister, my another little LITTLE sister and her friend. at first, i planned to watch HSM3 but both of the stooges wanted KAMI. so, fine with us and we followed their decision. i was scared because my little BIG sister doesn't really enjoy malay movies. but she seemed to enjoy it. for me,okay la. . out of five, i give three and a half stars to KAMI the movie. we came back at 8++ and i was damn frustrated with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;manchester united&lt;/span&gt; game against everton. draw 1-1. at least they snatched one point away. *duh* well, today my sister and me had a good bruch prepared by me! scrumble egg, nuggets and sausage. nicey! then, rushed on CSI back to back. one of our all-time favourites. at five o'clock++,we went to somewhere we called P.A.S (Plaza Alam Sentral) to fix my little BIG sister's mp3. then, we went to S.A.C.C (Shah Alam City Centre) to find her friends' birthday presents. lastly, we went to secret recipe to have our dinner+supper. it was a splendid time. oh! she studied for her final exam and i read twilight. ah! fun, fun and fun! those &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy days&lt;/span&gt; . . . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7002479093862313788?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7002479093862313788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7002479093862313788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7002479093862313788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7002479093862313788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-days.html' title='happy days!'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-4465949799825120483</id><published>2008-10-26T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:34:59.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;without realizing, it has come to the end of the semester. just need to walk through final examination and MUET! i am now in relaxing mode. after the 3 damn hectic weeks, i get to sleep early and wake up late. sounds freeky but that is the truth! recently, our college study skills was quite a burden on shoulder. it is aidin's favourite lecturer who teaches us that subject. he is so in love with her until he cannot stand from not calling her every friday. *sigh* i quite do not get it. is she actually okay with me or not? before this, she was like being apart from me. but the day after i typed the bloggy thingy, she has change a bit. what the heck? haha! let it be. i do not care for you as i care you before &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#### ######## ## ###### #####&lt;/span&gt;. nice words huh? as for me, i am not starting a new page of life without a friend that i rely on before. well, to answer my title above.. the answer is no! this is not the end of my life. still,18 going to be 19 next year. guys, have you all listen to daughtry's new single;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what about now&lt;/span&gt;? it has nice lyrics and nice melody. listen! okay? daA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-4465949799825120483?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/4465949799825120483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=4465949799825120483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4465949799825120483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/4465949799825120483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-this-end.html' title='is this the end?'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-6650908477895798119</id><published>2008-10-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:16:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRaIWwI2I/AAAAAAAAACY/T4gVwNuA0UI/s1600-h/marching+squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238342967436130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRaIWwI2I/AAAAAAAAACY/T4gVwNuA0UI/s400/marching+squad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRaUZLfKI/AAAAAAAAACg/z0vyJjJCRDU/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238346198842530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRaUZLfKI/AAAAAAAAACg/z0vyJjJCRDU/s400/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRa7eKlFI/AAAAAAAAACo/angMhwSyo6M/s1600-h/SAF+nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238356688737362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRa7eKlFI/AAAAAAAAACo/angMhwSyo6M/s400/SAF+nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;these are pictures of me being happy and proud of my life. if i have the power to turn back the time, i shall turn the time to these times. i am happy if my surroundings are happy. honestly, i am totally not selfish in making people happy. anything would be done to make sure you guys happy. believe it or not~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-6650908477895798119?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/6650908477895798119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=6650908477895798119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6650908477895798119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/6650908477895798119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-memories.html' title='sweet memories'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SPyRaIWwI2I/AAAAAAAAACY/T4gVwNuA0UI/s72-c/marching+squad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-1599146705774932167</id><published>2008-10-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:38:52.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*empty*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;at this moment, i am struggling to finish up my assignments. yet, i still type this thing just to ensure you guys know i am in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. with who? of course Allah Almighty, prophet muhammad, family and you guys. but, lately.. there's someone that catch my mind and my heart. argh! i am being too ambitious. still okay lorh! he is so catching my mind right now. why? why? why? maybe because he is the only one who pays attention to what i have done all this while. aha! to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'mr.catchmymind'&lt;/span&gt;, please give me all the good responses that i want to. i have fall stupidly into your 'love' trap weeks ago. talking and thinking about him makes me flash my mind back to those years when i secretly admire him. peeps who knows about him, please help me to come back into my reality. THANK YOU~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-1599146705774932167?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/1599146705774932167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=1599146705774932167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1599146705774932167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/1599146705774932167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/empty.html' title='*empty*'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-3239138325979496147</id><published>2008-10-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:39:27.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countries with meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i got a message from a friend of mine this evening and i tend to like the message. read it and i hope you guys like it too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These are some of the romantic countries in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H.O.L.L.A.N.D&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hope Our Love Last And Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I.T.A.L.Y&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I Trust And Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;L.I.B.Y.A&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love Is Beautiful; You Also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F.R.A.N.C.E&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Friendship Remains And Never Can End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-3239138325979496147?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/3239138325979496147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=3239138325979496147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/3239138325979496147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/3239138325979496147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/countries-with-meaning.html' title='countries with meaning'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-7521390459198035314</id><published>2008-10-19T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:37:13.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18october2008; 0836am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the person that i called a 'friend' would not do such thing to me. nothing about betraying but it is EVERYTHING about friendship. stupidly, all this while i believed that she is my friend. all the secrets that have been hiding behind the truth are now all revealed. who is she for GOD sake?! she is the damn liar. i hate to be in this situation because it seems that i am loosing the real her. for once, i thought i knew her. but, i had never know her. DREAM ON IRA! bye lies,,hello truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18october2008; 1032am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world is unfair. why? i really do not know. insanely, i am freaking sad because i care for her more than i care about me myself. perhaps, my life would be ended tragically. more than i ever wanted is only a sincere friendship. that is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18october2008; 1356pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is having a culture shock, i guess. when i knew her earlier, she was fine. but nowadays.. she seems to be like a person that i do not know. who the hell is she? fine, i accidently met her earlier. she is just the person that pass by in my life. no footstep left.i missed trhe old her. now, she seems to be a stranger. stranger in my life. ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-7521390459198035314?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/7521390459198035314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=7521390459198035314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7521390459198035314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/7521390459198035314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-about-her.html' title='all about her'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8182153881199850008</id><published>2008-10-19T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:10:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;first and foremost, i appologize due to my 'not updated blog'. these past few weeks were so hectic and i barely managed my time properly. but,no worries and hasitate towards me. i'm back here and be ready to read my 'private life'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4752503282435035888-8182153881199850008?l=irasyaqira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/feeds/8182153881199850008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4752503282435035888&amp;postID=8182153881199850008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8182153881199850008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4752503282435035888/posts/default/8182153881199850008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irasyaqira.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>IRSYQRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203665916134586673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34PpvYqxgYU/SSRCAc7fHRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQ6Yj_1D6LU/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4752503282435035888.post-8160533487085463602</id><published>2008-10-07T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:58:00.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passenger in an aeroplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;name; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ira syaqira sukimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;d.o.b; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;27 april 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.o.b; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;taiping,perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siblings; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eldest out of 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;occupation; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;full-time daughter &amp;amp; student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;single but not available!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hobbies; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;listening to music &amp;amp; 'sms'ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ambition; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to be a good human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i am a pessenger in an aeroplane. the destination is my future. i am departing from the past and will arrive at my future one day later. the passengers are my surroundings that consists of my family members, my educators, my friends and my enemies for sure. the pilot is my effort while the co-pilot is my faith. all the cabin crews are my guiders when i am in trouble. if the pilot and the co-pilot cooperate together, everyone in the plane will arrive safely. if the passengers play their own role without bothering people's business, everyone will have a pleasure journey. sometimes, i need the cabin crews to show me where is the restroom, serve me food and ensure my comforty along the journey. well, make sense? think about it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; 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