tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60257318521634318992024-03-05T00:09:17.227-08:00There's more to life than just making lemonades !I write loud. very.Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-14140884380255682472014-10-20T15:36:00.003-07:002014-10-20T15:36:20.992-07:00Rustic and abandoned. <div style="text-align: justify;">
It always feels like everything needs a spurt of growth so that life will continue to revolve around a sensible periphery outwards. Men always put that the past is a foreign country. and that it shouldn't linger too long as it is just a waste of time. To be honest, all I wanna do now is to be catapulted backwards. I want to walk and travel the pasts. and see whatever chance I've missed to embrace, whatever stakes I've inevitably agreed in moving forward. </div>
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Needing a period of inward growth. Maybe I should dream of shrinking tonight </div>
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Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-23978464646076036682013-04-09T14:14:00.002-07:002013-04-09T14:14:29.510-07:00Growing up.I realized when reaching twenty years of age, friends all around you just change. They get more matured, more fashionable, some gets fitter and some even get to model and do ads :O yes, a lot to digest and with these changes of the surrounding, we tend to jump on the bandwagon without too much care.<br />
And in the jump, we tend to compete, who's the fastest to run the miles with zillionth swag and Facebook likes. Friends become enemies, popular people tend to group themselves so they'll match each others' speed and swag, some are just trying too hard, and fell, and try, some are trying to build too much network, yeah, spider's networking is the strongest, they said. some just don't even care, they'll reach the end point anyways. (Quiz: what's the endpoint?)<br />
Pacing too fast on this road of mine, somehow, I don't quite know how distinguish whether a conversation you had on any social network is really genuine or fake, because well, it's a public arena, people stalk and judge, and judge and stalk (note to self :P)<br />
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And girls can't get away with being too involve with fashion too. Tremendous change in one's fashion is a good thing nonetheless. It means we're growing up, ditching the old-school way of styling oneself cause we believe we're one grown up, and need to dress like one. True.<br />
But sometimes people got lost. Yes, rubric is tough!<br />
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Trends and labels can be ridiculous too. <br />
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'Spiky things are just so in! Awwwhhh I need to get one of those!!!'.<br />
'Color blocking alllllllll the wayyy bro!<br />
'Let's go tribal!'<br />
'Moustache fever's ON'. wear it like... everywhere?! (Mo-vember)<br />
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EKK.<br />
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Yes, things are going insane, with trends, labels, etc. In this desperation, people will try to get themselves recognized, seen and involved. and some got lost. Yes, I got lost in mine too, no doubt. But I realized in the end that as a matter of fact, you don't need to always be the IT GIRL and follow every single things
that the 'artists', the 'models' and the 'idols' are wearing.<br />
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You can be fashionable, following the current 'in' things and all. But you don't have to put on things you dislike. define your personality and work from there on. Not every new trend is pleasant to the eye though, and branded goods are not always promising either. Not worth it to fork out too much of money just to feel 'oh well, I got one so what?' *straight to the heart, eh? hee*. <br />
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be fun and be comfortable! =)<br />
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Toodles xxx<br />
Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-91726342282309641932013-04-04T14:39:00.000-07:002013-04-04T14:41:54.097-07:00HELLOU! it's been awhile! :D<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's like Reese Witherspoon (can't recall her character's name?) went back to Alabama, and studying back her past, her childhood keepsakes and get all tangled up with the melancholy. MY CASE EXACTLY!</div>
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Was away for quite sometimes. life's been too hectic, or too muted I should say? kinda needing this space now just to head bang my head into over my low tidal season especially.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;">So yeah, mummy's homeeee!! </span>ho ho ho</span></b></div>
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Got that weaknesses overlooked, bring the humiliation rested. Perish those jealousies. Stop winning sympathizers.<br />
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Sometimes we need to realize that we are not always on the top of every Sundaes. We are not the Queen for every Spade, Clubs, Diamond and Hearts. To let some people basking sunshine at the top may be deemed as incompetent or whatever you may call, so just call, cause people always call. This is not deliberately written to salute or call out excess moderation, nor excessive baggage of self-comforting whistles, but being able to appreciate your long silent barefooted stroll along the beach can be too serene, with sea shells and beach sands kissing your soles.<br />
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Life's more than sprinting to the top. Find wonders in every degradation. </div>
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And lucky to know these are<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b><span style="color: #b45f06;"> self-termed. </span></b></u></span></div>
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<b>My hello to the overrated hot Summer days! </b></div>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-75844785464909441322012-05-23T06:45:00.000-07:002012-06-01T18:56:10.339-07:00#140: My almost expired ordeal.<br />
If you want to wake up and knock down people hates,<br />
If you want to keep the middle spot reserved for your late, <br />
If you want to etch wisdom on your bright yellow plate, <br />
If you want to keep sane when munching chocolate chips bread, <br />
If you want people to help you out when you fall off the skate,<br />
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The world is itself not a playground for shades, <br />
Not for bet,<br />
Upon collision, you might shed. <br />
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No matter how far your age weight,<br />
It'll find it's way to break and to take, <br />
Hey exam is just a state,<br />
for the aforementioned stakes,<br />
and for a perfect zig zag,<br />
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You'll do great!<br />
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<i>#My random everyday disorder that I can't sedate: writing in no cue.</i><b> <u style="color: #cc0000;">Even on exam days.</u></b><br />
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It's weird how I start to dream of the things I might do after exams whilst the exam will only commence tomorrow. But, yeah, two weeks consume in no time, so here's my post-exam checklists:</div>
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<li>Start a healthy life, yet again.</li>
<li>Bake brownies; someone raised this menu on my craving table! *battling eyelashes*</li>
<li>Exploit gym membership to the maxx!</li>
<li>Go on a curbed shopping spree! *suppressing my shopping disorder hormones*</li>
<li>Sleepover, movie nite, cooking experimental together with coursemates perhaps?</li>
<li>New Girl, Heart Strings, and Bones marathons. =D</li>
<li>And the most annoying one, for the 23456789th time, My Princess marathon.</li>
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These may sound purely bleak. Whatevers.<br />
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<i>p/s: I am struggling to not sleep to kill the longest 23 minutes in my life (literally) waiting for Subuh. Subuh is now at 1.30 am! Happy me :)</i>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-88507100262303922782012-04-30T03:24:00.001-07:002012-05-01T09:30:35.665-07:00#138: YAY! it's the E-day!!!! =D<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, May-June is the official exam period for those in any Uni generally and the same applies to me. Truth to tell, I am kinda anxious, knowing the fact that some parts of the lectures were left unfathomed, were left to pile up at my 'to revise' imaginary desk. </div>
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People can talk so fast, they forgot that there are more than one pair of ears in the class. If the front girl nodded, it did not mean that everyone will. You may put your the slideshows fonts in your very own 'educational-interpretation' colors, but sometimes, too many eyes may find it differently. <br />
- I've spilled some of the complains I've had in my very own complaints head-dashboard. Sorry if the spillage hurts. uh-huh.<br />
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So I should just stop and get my hands on books back then.</div>
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<b>Happy exams to everyone</b>! He'll ease insyaAllah. <br />
*fist bump bump bump*</div>
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<span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;">My super-upset-Sunday story: </span><br />
I am living in a hall, shared amongst 10 people of different walks of life, and we are sharing kitchen and toilet. I am not saying that I am a super clean momstah, who'll find dirt or get disgusted easily, no I'm not. But I am just trying to knock common sense. If you're sharing bathrooms, do you expect other people to flush the toilet for you? Don't you feel a tiny bit of responsibilities to remove your own hairs after shower? And if the shower get clogged, what about people who love to shower, like me? =( *sigh*. Common sense does not diverge too far among people, just saying. <br /><br /><i>#My random makcik-makcik-like tantrum after cleaning a super-clogged shower room. If it wasn't of my fetish to 1-hour bathe everyday, seriously, I won't do it. =( </i><br />
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I pray him the best of every seconds, health, and judgement.<br />
I pray to not overlook his little sacrifices.<br />
I pray to have him everyday; for his long life, health, and for him to not grow old. </div>
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I pray him easiness, in life and Hereafter. </div>
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And when I wished him birthday today, he moaned, in a jokingly playful tone,<br />
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I know, for him it may sound funny or shall I say, 'ngade-ngade', but it occurred to me, that numbers are over weighing his age; that he's growing old. for every time I'd scream around wanting to grow up, to work and get my own salary, get married or whatever chases, he's having his times growing old and greyer.</div>
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I am clueless to as why for this time around, it hurts me a tiny bit too much when wanting to wish him birthday, especially to shout aloud his age. Maybe due to being miles away. </div>
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One Direction infection is very contagious I shall say. If you are nearing your finals, or whatever petty tests you may call, this can incur a lot of damages. How to know if you are one?:</div>
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1) You need to listen to their song everyday. Like a daily dose. <br />
2) You can outstretch your morning or night, youtube-ing all of their vids, with the thought that, 'well, vids won't be much to count, so give me an hour, I'll fast-forward everything'- A plain wrong.</div>
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3) you can tell who is actually singing for every part of every song. Not just 'What Makes You Beautiful'.</div>
4) You start to dig on their twitter timeline. Down to the time it is born.<br />
5) Instagrammmmmmmmmm-stalked. :D<br />
6) Your phone's wallpaper happens to be - them.<br />
7) Starting to search for their tour date near your place.<br />
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These are the 7 healthy signs confirming you're sickeningly infected. Yay if you're one !! Hazza is just my top favorite, and mind you, i'm not sharing :P<br />
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<br />Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-91317188534876920512012-04-10T09:01:00.000-07:002012-04-10T09:01:18.321-07:00#134: Au Revoir, France ! Till we meet again =)<div style="text-align: justify;">Just got back from my wondersome France vacation. With a group of 11, 5 lads, 6 gorgeous ladies, we've covered Paris, Nice and Monte Carlo, Monaco in six days. Maybe not so much on the magnitude, but the keepsakes of God's admiring views and memories had make it more than sufficient to go beyond level best. </div><br />
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I'm all sun-burnt, exhausted and demotivated to get back studying. and also, badly missing saying 'Merci', 'Bonjour' and parroting any French admiring letter 'R' pronunciation excessively.<br />
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Just my newest find-out about self. Deep inside and trying to self-comfort, this is utterly interplanetary! </div>
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Being a sort of compulsive shopaholic is silently assassinating your bank account figures. And the effect becomes more severe when the overwhelming satisfaction you had after purchasing some 'real' good stuff with 'good' price tag snowballing each time you get yourself a more expensive good than the previous. When you walk into the outlets shops, marked by 50% off some more, some part of you just melting, boiling to the fact that, you wanna buy everything, not only for yourself but for everyone else back home. Even if you have already have that sort of good, you'll always find a way to scrutinize tiny bits of difference; just a way of 'trying' to be rational. Subsequently pulling up this cliche remark,</div>
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I can now understand why people like Rebecca Bloomwood exists. And if you're one, get a rehab, try to restraint your wild wants. Remember that, one person couldn't always get all the best things, <b style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><span style="color: black;">NOT EVEN WHEN HE HAS ALL THE MONEY.</span></b></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As long as you're not carried away, get confused of a debating scene with your social life, always attentively listen to others opinion though it may sound blatant wrong, and put it in a subtle and an un-offending way, yes, you can move on with those above either in friendships or any relationships. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYoTckgWHwEjCJY5F0sW3-fpYyRevosA92QofEKKbOs3F2ssK6v5V1-UnjM5XWLhII9LCzruuvGb9BKbNb1DEJtC5eg6LCqlyurzf3m0QoQYYCy4H_qkAZk6CDttfUVGTMLM3uNrIhXY/s1600/argument-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKYoTckgWHwEjCJY5F0sW3-fpYyRevosA92QofEKKbOs3F2ssK6v5V1-UnjM5XWLhII9LCzruuvGb9BKbNb1DEJtC5eg6LCqlyurzf3m0QoQYYCy4H_qkAZk6CDttfUVGTMLM3uNrIhXY/s320/argument-cartoon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And sometimes to get it right, maybe you can try to learn how to let others win the argument. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">The spotlight does not have to always fall on you to make your heart looks beautiful =)</span></div>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-69881215911401694542012-03-03T15:03:00.004-08:002012-03-05T09:41:31.400-08:00#128: making ketupat makes me so traditional malaysian !!!<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">T</span></b></i>o cut short, orang muda-mudi, baik lelaki atau pun wanita, please lah learn how to roll daun kelapa to anyam ketupat. Trust me, your Eid will be much much better every time u get to eat your own anyam-ed ketupat. It is like, your little heart of your hearts is all contented with pure satisfaction. Nuff' said. <br />
I know right, this is so atuk-atuk like, but look, i just wanna eat ketupat in daun kelapa not in plastic when i get older one fine day. See my good point here. So in my attempt to provide this, I got to teach a few highly-educated 'students' of Leeds University to anyam ketupat. Boil down to the conclusion,<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: black; color: orange;">But i simply love when some of them went outraged over not being able to do it right. It was simply gratifying to see the enthusiasm ! love you peeps, heaps =)</b></div>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-91236438707957933742012-03-03T09:06:00.002-08:002012-03-03T15:09:31.094-08:00#127: Tangerine.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>N</b></i></span>o matter how sweet a <b><u><span style="background-color: orange; color: black;">tangerine</span></u></b> initially is, it'll finally end up sour. Don't let yourself too consume or too dependent on the shallow expectation. dolphins aren't always tame, earth ain't always green, snow ain't always virgin. I could name lots more. what should you do is just learn how to roll with the punches, without needing to patch your bruises, over some dried-dead leaves. Cause in the end, what you get are just infections. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-76688792952417972992012-02-25T10:18:00.004-08:002012-03-05T09:57:51.860-08:00#126: my only exception. *pirouette*As a girl, we do have our very own dieting rules or more precise, mental tortures, intentionally to stop ourselves from drooling over the whole shebang well you name. As for me, I do have my own do's and don't's as well (still trying to persist though) but just to get away with it, I also award myself with a vacation to the 'Moon' on these few occasions : <br />
<ul><li> to reward myself after a day in the Hades (zzz, literally), </li>
<li>sucks at any tests or exams, </li>
<li>trying to awaken your sleepy self just to get back studying, </li>
<li>as my late night munch-mate, omnomnom, </li>
<li>or even 'that time of the month' pre- and post- syndromes.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">It's so hard to not anticipate any of these when all you have everyday are bowls of cereals, and sandwiches. I've had distant myself from rich-luxurious meals cause I really really need to drop few kilos I've been dramatically gaining throughout last year's winter. talk about paranoia. yeah I am. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
So today's family skyping session is all about my random cravings. Pengat pisang, pengat durian, lempeng, bubur jagung, Mom's mee bandung, soto, and the list went on until my emak became all sleepy and not anymore in the mood to 'layan' ! lols. Oh yeah, I am surprisingly very traditional when it comes to food. though not as traditional as my sister. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFsSiRALPEfkRQVfNLRQmlENsnMWvNYJnolnLb-ZH8jVQpF6FjLqw8CbHIe3SgoYJxBX7p5v8vLYpZd5PnCimBGkuXa-53C0XziMXDzu9HhDKDw6to4HckHRe3OE9ofDAReNIa5jjoJk/s1600/pengat2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFsSiRALPEfkRQVfNLRQmlENsnMWvNYJnolnLb-ZH8jVQpF6FjLqw8CbHIe3SgoYJxBX7p5v8vLYpZd5PnCimBGkuXa-53C0XziMXDzu9HhDKDw6to4HckHRe3OE9ofDAReNIa5jjoJk/s320/pengat2.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v-iGnYg4_M8" width="420"></iframe>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-38296619869403624322012-02-18T16:27:00.003-08:002012-03-03T15:08:05.170-08:00#124: so im perhaps that sweet 21 or shall i say sour 21? :O<div style="text-align: justify;">2012 marks another year where I've been again betrayed by time. Stained with another bigger figures. Going up one more step across my growth ladder. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">As the adage goes, <span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"A year older and a year<u> <span style="background-color: #ffd966; color: red;">wiser</span></u>"</b></span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> So this bothers the kid out of me. Well, however, the kind of 'wise' definition here isn't any closer to being knowledgeable, awfully brilliant, first class standout and whatnot. Well I am talking about <b>maturity</b>. For the love of God, to talk maturity out into bits will literally consume another year, so let's cut it into what lies on the surface; <b>the way you address yourself, your friends specifically your Malay friends. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So i am that kita-awak kind of woman. Throughout my years of being a teenager, I never even fluent in pronouncing 'aku'. Yes, I have suffered those kind of sniggers and alienation from the boys in my school years. So I always avoid my best to not get engaged in any conversation with boys. Well, you know, being mocked with 'kita-awak' kind of mockery can either be embarrassing or just purely awkward. Embarrassment can still be fine since it will only produce one fine result but being engaged to awkwardness is utterly a caught up, finger crossing that I could just dissolve down the floor, or the blocks or someone could ghostly chime in between seconds, offering a sort of divine intervention.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So why don't use 'I' ? modern, urban, ?? zzz. heck.<br />
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Well for God's sake, I've tried! lols. and I don't know why, the voice in my head just find it too mainstream. and and. too grown up, professional-like, etc! i know right, using ' I ' isn't enough to define maturity just yet, but it does surface part of maturity no? So I've practiced it halfway, but as soon as I get to mix with kita-awak people, my attempt just soiled, the epic just failed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe i need a knock on the head to realize that being 21, is not anymore young in anybody's dictionary. My freaking avoidance from grown-up stuff succeeds in preserving my naivety kid-like reflex action but just an utter failure to a solemn growth of a woman. <br />
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Hello Sunday! </div>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-5617149064562376042012-02-04T04:38:00.001-08:002012-03-03T15:07:37.991-08:00#123 I thank You !Thank you for my wondersome birthday surprises, well-wishes, foodies, cakes and to top them all, remembrances. and hoping for Him to get us all on a whirlwind of good health, blessed life, and easy breathings. That'll be the biggest sort of present we could all ask. Amiin.<br />
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seems like forever has gotten into the buds of a perpetual happiness.<br />
but the most obvious one would be: I have to double my sit up work out !<br />
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yezza :DNur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-65177795060191478642012-01-23T02:42:00.001-08:002012-03-03T15:06:59.755-08:00#122: the start of an age: in the name of Allah, the beneficent the merciful.so this is the freaking Monday. The kind of Monday that I have drawn to despise, that I have drawn to shrill at, literally. I'm gonna soon, in 1 hour more start my second semester in my First MEng Year. The little kid inside me is never the type that loves schooling, neither loves dropping out. It's just that, we found love in this hopeless place, where hope is hoped to be born. I know, this sounds a bit emo, but perhaps, no one could beat my laziness so far, so yeah, I've got every right to become this reluctant. <br />
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"I pray so that You could resurrect the love of the past, so I could yield back, what have gone to waste."<br />
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P/s: Hello my super packed timetable, I'm back in business ! Aja- Aja ? ^-^Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-13596796704441055292011-12-10T05:38:00.002-08:002012-03-03T15:06:25.148-08:00#121 BON BON BON FIREEEE!<div style="text-align: justify;">and so we were so excited to go to this Bonfire Night [t<i>he usual First Year Syndrome</i>]. Basically, it was nothing else but a huge fire lit up in the middle of the Hyde Park with giant fire crackers shoot up in the sky, which I reckoned to source from the huge burning. they have perhaps embedded them in between the woods burnt,well, just an idea. </div><br />
<b>So what's the best thing happened?</b><br />
Cause everyone was in their Wellington. the one that Pua Chu Kang got? remember? the yellow thingy? *chuckles*<br />
because, we apparently not a Pua Chu Kang type. so yeah. bracing 'idk what people might say' daredevil-ish attitude, we went there with <b>slippers</b>. not the ordinary one. but toilet slippers. oink oink ^.^<br />
<i>[initially, it was that 'im cool liddat' feeling accomodated right in every moves] </i><br />
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not until we went down the muddy, slurry <i>[what else what else? hurm]</i> high viscosity pool of mud to catch a glimpse of what was there in the middle of the park.<br />
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<b>The 'oh no what happened!!' moment. </b><br />
we ended up with a pair of muddy feet, mud-soaked jeans's hems, and laughing mat sallehs' stares from many faces I didn't bother to get a close-up >.<<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Though this was a bit stupid, moron-like strive, but this is just a good girl-gone-wild times ! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Dwell with the pains, let your guard down, do something that was never done, break your routine, and stop being a <i>germaphobic-sanitizerobsessed </i>OCD" </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6025731852163431899.post-36243722381936917142011-10-07T02:01:00.001-07:002012-03-03T09:22:41.536-08:00#120 Love Radiation.Couldn't believe that everything has started. <br />
i never even ready for the green light to flash yet.<br />
with so much times i've wasted intentionally<br />
of doing everything but nothing to breed the loves<br />
im so missing home, my tears are ready to row the stream<br />
of hopes and dreams. of the unconditional loves<br />
I've worshiped with all my heart, the tiniest bones, and cuticles. <br />
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thank you for holding me up when i was tearing apart.<br />
thank you for putting up with my despicable selfishness<br />
thank you for righting my wrongs, my stutters, and my bad.<br />
thank you for unearthing everything that a soul wants right from the ground of your hearts, and sweats.<br />
thank you for delighting the room when everything seems so small, forlorn and black. <br />
thank you for detangling the unwanted mess schools have hugged me with<br />
thank you for saying 'you'll be just fine' during those bumpy roads and stormy nights<br />
thank you for instilling me with the beauty of Syahadah.<br />
thank you for raising me good enough that i am me.<br />
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and I thank You for them, the precious two beautiful humans on this latitude im living in. <br />
Emak and Abah,<br />
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I just never thank you enough.Nur Afiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806277496723426853noreply@blogger.com0