<?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-30872606</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:10:51.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canvas of My Life!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of my life,my hopes and my dreams. This is what i called my real life canvas!. Born on 27 June 1980, no 2 out of 4. Living with my insane sistah, nanie for this time being in Kota Damansara.She's 2 yrs younger than me. I have an elder bro{Amirul}-we fight a lot- and sis in law(Anis).Not to forget the lil kiddo (Mira) and Her Majesty (My Mom).Well it will be a complete one if my dad is still here!!!Redha,Al fatihah. And the love of my life,AB...my other half!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-539583245807145975</id><published>2009-11-24T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:44:06.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about me???</title><content type='html'>WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: plain water2. Last phone call: Hayashi san…&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Mira…wants to go swimming with me&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Demi Cinta-Kerispatih&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: few mins ago…missing him badly!!!huhhuhuHAVE YOU EVER:6. Dated someone twice: once..abee sorry…I am soo confused that time!!7. Been cheated on: hell yeah..and he’s a jerk!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: should i?...hahahah…&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: hmm...nauzubillah min zaliq…&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: all da time&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: love drunk counts? Nanie might threw up instead of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. RED&lt;br /&gt;13. BLACK&lt;br /&gt;14. BLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: one or 2 new friends..&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: hope not&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: oh yeah...once, with nanie...&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: changed me, inspired me, make this world a better place to live on by making the best out of shit…my other half!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: hell yeah…lucky to have them&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: am I that popular?..wow..haven’t noticed that&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: eeeeeewwwwwaaaahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: all of ‘em&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: x&gt;1, x&lt;3, x=kids..heheheh&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: hell no..i love my lovely name&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: blowing candles, on my lovely choc cake(abee bought that!!), surrounded by colourful balloons, a romantic present from abee&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 6.45am...hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: lying on bed thinking of him…hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Abee!!...&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: Saturday, after having dinner with my family..before she went off to my aunt’s house&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: to be truly happy and smile again…&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: the sound of my heartbeat…&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: should i?&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: stinky hall!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: facebook…LOL&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: Alina Munirah&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: line(abee calls me this), niena,mok(nanie call me)…fatxy!!&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: complicated,hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: SRK Sri Laksamana&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: Science Tuanku Jaafar&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college: International Islamic University Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Long&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 175cm&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Nope..think someone has a crush on me..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: ME..heheheh&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: HARAM&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: HARAM&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: righty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: nope&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: refer to #49&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Pak, my beloved father, then comes nanie…my crazy sistah!!&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Netball…as GD..&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: hmmm I think Singapore, Sentosa Island with my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: LA Gears…dad bought that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: Spaghetti Seafood(Olive garlic) at William’s&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Plain water&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: smack toby’s butt, for pissing on my comforter&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: the honking sound, remembering the time when I was in Hyderabad, bustling city with lots of honking cars early morning!!&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for : ME to come to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: yep..insyaAllah…&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: Of course, but only with him, none other!!&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Section Manager, hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes..he love that so much&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: both excessively please..&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: at least the same height with me, hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: Not too old and not too young, maturity matters more&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: both please…at least I will not be bored…hahaha&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: nice ass?..hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Refer #71 please&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship laaa…no 1 night stand kinda stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: none of the above!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: eeeewwwwhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Haram laaaa&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: not wearing any…&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: Eeeeeeewwwaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart : hhaahahah loads…&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: yeah…when I was 9 for riding motorcycle illegally, it was in an estate for goodness sake…&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: few times…I have my own priorities….please respect that ok?...hahahha&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: yeah...who is closed to me…I am not that emotional&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: yeah, and now he’s the love of my life!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: yes…I am a diamond…I am strong!!&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: yes…with the will of Allah S.W.T&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: maybe….&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: and hell...yeah..indeed&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: who?..Pak Ali Roti Canai I believe…&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Hahahaha I am not cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;92. Malaikat: yerp…&lt;br /&gt;93. Allah, Muhammad, Alam Ghaib: yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: 4 years ago, yes…now..NO..&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yerp, Down-Jay Sean&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: yes..but not with Abee&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time what will you do? treat her better? or guide her to be better : if you are referring ‘her’ as my mom…yes…I will treat her better, give her everything that I possibly can to make her happy and smile again…&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: 18 July 2008, Bengaluru International Airport, India. My whole being been lifted with so much love, joy and happiness the moment I saw him standing casually in front of the Arrival Entrance. Relive it?...Hell yeah…&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: No…I am a risk taker&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: probably..what do you think?..hahaha :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-539583245807145975?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/539583245807145975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=539583245807145975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/539583245807145975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/539583245807145975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-about-me.html' title='The truth about me???'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-851174041298117333</id><published>2009-02-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:41:49.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>1.      Do you think violent video games make people behave violently?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…crosses my mind sometimes, but it depends on the individual to justify one’s act. I played once, but it doesn’t turn me into a Zionist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       How about violent movies?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I am still here right? Not in jail so far for acting violently.&lt;br /&gt;Again, depends on one’s mindset, if they can easily be affected watching violent acts, so all I can say that they have a weak mind!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      How about violent music?&lt;br /&gt;Huh, please refer answer no 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Do you think they should ban smoking in places like bars?&lt;br /&gt;Erk…no comment. Honest opinion!...They should ban smoking in places where there’s kids and women around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.      yes or no...American troops should be in Iraq right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. Take care of your own country. Why must you bother others?...Huh…&lt;br /&gt;Let them settle their own internal affairs….Penyibuk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      Should you be allowed to drive and talk on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;No. Even when on headphones or Bluetooth. I am so much bothered talking on phone while driving.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t concentrate driving and will be so pissed off whenever received gossip calls…huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.      Should medical marijuana be legal?&lt;br /&gt;I think there’s no harm using that to ease pains. As long as it is within right doses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Should marijuana be legal for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah…hahahah if you want us to be immoral people..Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha…so everyone will be an addict!!...Can imagine what it will be by then!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think all states should have to require you to have your car inspected?&lt;br /&gt;No…arghhh I want hassle free environment, now u want to add pain in the ass thing?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!!!...I am a good Samaritan!! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yes or no...do you believe in the death penalty?&lt;br /&gt;Both. Yes…if the convicted is too stubborn to change even after sending him to reform (based on human laws!!)&lt;br /&gt;No…ppl deserves 2nd chance. We, human being don’t have the rights to take one’s life even with our human laws.&lt;br /&gt;Allah created us, and He’s the only one who can take back what he created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-851174041298117333?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/851174041298117333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=851174041298117333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/851174041298117333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/851174041298117333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/questionnaire.html' title='Questionnaire'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-5214929244720351251</id><published>2008-08-24T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:17:20.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of HOPE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have stop hoping&lt;br /&gt;With what u had given me&lt;br /&gt;I am stranded here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the corner to my last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have stop believing&lt;br /&gt;The use of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Which used to lighten up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The corner of my bleak heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have stop dreaming…&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the night to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till at a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There’s no more love for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why there is pain?&lt;br /&gt;When you created happiness&lt;br /&gt;Why there should be black?&lt;br /&gt;When white is so consoling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am leaving…&lt;br /&gt;Without vengeance&lt;br /&gt;I accepted..my defeat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am leaving…&lt;br /&gt;Without vengeance..&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledged your triumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You taught me happiness&lt;br /&gt;You taught me pain&lt;br /&gt;You showed me happiness&lt;br /&gt;You showed me pain…&lt;br /&gt;You gave me happiness…&lt;br /&gt;You gave me pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting on my soul&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go slowly…&lt;br /&gt;Someday…you will know…&lt;br /&gt;All…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-5214929244720351251?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5214929244720351251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=5214929244720351251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/5214929244720351251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/5214929244720351251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-hope.html' title='The end of HOPE....'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-4313202427142307103</id><published>2008-06-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:44:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish…is defined as to have a desire for (as something unattainable). A simple word, with great meanings. We all have our own wishes…sometimes…our wish comes true…and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little…I wish I will be loved…unconditionally. And again…it’s just a wish…a wish will stay as a wish…as it is. Then here I am again, 27 yrs later, wishing for the same. Still holding on to my wish, did my wish ever come true?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes…about 4 years ago…I dunno how it happens… Fates do play its role…Met a wonderful guy…with a big heart, intelligent mind, hmmmm…well so many good things about him. A long list it seems. So shall I say that my wish come true?...To be honest…partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him…as much as he loves me. He gave me what others can’t. A pure love…People were against us…Our friends…even best friends being skeptical about us. None can understand us.  I know I have to wake up soon from this wonderful dream of mine. But am I ready?...To wake up and finds that abee is no longer there…the one who offered me the world….sheltered me with his  comforting words…He is my life support…my oxygen…without him….hmmmmm life would be sooo…hmmmmm I will be lifeless…I hmmm never blame our fates…Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again….do I need to hold on to my wish?...Reflecting back…way back..when I was a lil girl…hiding inside an empty water tank….at the back of our house, crying softly…for the things happened to me that day…I was 8 yrs old that time…I wish that my family would love me unconditionally, the same as they love my brother and my sister. When I was 11 yrs old, still wish the same, when I was kept outside alone during midnite, for not doing house chores, when I was 13, it rained heavily, and I am left alone outside, crying helplessly …for not doing what mom asked me to do. When I was 15, beaten up badly on my knees and seeing all my clothes being burn…a punishment to me. And still I was holding to my wish..firmly…to be loved…unconditionally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 20 yrs old back then, things getting tough for me…I lost my beloved dad, the one and only person who cared for me the most…And…I am still holding on to my wish…even stronger than anyone would have expected…Until I met him…Yes…he’s the one who makes me felt belonged…The one who taught me that this world is a wonderful place to live…and even better if we shared with someone we love. And I love him for that…I love everything about him. His dazzling eyes, breathtaking smiles, his wonderful heart,…an angel sent from above. But…my angel…his time is up..he needs to leave me…huhuhhuhuuh…he will be leaving me soon…and…hmmmm like a lil girl I was back then…crying helplessly…alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hmmmm I think…I already gave up my wish…wishing to be loved unconditionally…At least…I already felt that…loved by abee unconditionally…though its temporary…hmmmmm….now my wish is…hmmm for abee to be happy always…forever!!!!!!...he had given me soo much!!...now its my turn.  Thank you for loving me all these years…We’ve been through a lot lately abee…and we both know when this chaos will end…Please take care honey…I love you soo much….none can understand this…only you…who knows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-4313202427142307103?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4313202427142307103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=4313202427142307103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/4313202427142307103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/4313202427142307103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/wish.html' title='WISH...'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-6782254033256999684</id><published>2008-04-20T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:13:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter For My Abee...2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did u know ab…I nearly died 24 yrs ago…I was 3 that time…I played beside a swimming pool…I slipped and drowned….my father thought that I’m going to die…My whole body turned blue..well..i think i’m supposed to die that time…but…I think I’ve changed my fate. If I die…I will be remembered and loved…rite?...Not like right now….I already messed up with my fate (taqdir)…I think people keep forgetting about me ..People who are so near to me…forget to love me….and I am lost….without love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until u came into my life….U saw me…and cherished me with ur love…You are thousand miles away from me…but u had given me this world…u never failed to give me that…the care and love ..larger than life…and …honestly…I am happy…to have someone like you…I am truly happy whenever u are around…who will always be there for me….and appreciates me…and love me…u make me alive again….felt the warmth and comfort from someone who is so faraway yet so near and close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…what if….what if u r not there for me anymore?... what will happen to me…Will I have the same feeling with someone else?...I am ur diamond…but…I can’t live without you anymore dear…I am not that strong anymore…I’ve lost someone dear to me…and I don’t want to face the same situation…I know that for sure…Waiting for you on the net every single day …But what if this thing never happen again…Am I ready to handle this again?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be lost again…You filled my days with so much hopes and dreams…You gave me love…You gave me support…You are now my strength… I love you for goodness sake…I want you to be always be there for me…accompany me in every steps that I take....make me believe that you are meant for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for anything…from anyone…because I know I can’t have that since I was small…but now every single day of my life…I prayed to Allah…asking for ur well being…to give u health and wealth….so that u can always be there for me…Yes..i am selfish….I want my abee…to always be there beside me..so that I can live my life….bearing in mind that someone out there waiting for me and wish that…every single breath that u take...u will be thinking of me…as what I am doing to u now...every single breath that I take…every beat of my heart….beating for you…and breathing with u….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to expressed it spontaneously dear…its just me…I have so many things to say to u….Whenever I’m with u..i will be lost…lost in words…within ur smiles…and ur comforting presence…I don’t know what else to say…what I do know now is that u will be asking me to be realistic….and yes…we can’t be together…but…hmmmmm…I do pray nite and day that…u will be mine….i am not afraid to say that to u loudly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm…. I just want u to know..that I will always and forever be yours…Who will love you for the rest of my life….That is my vow….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-6782254033256999684?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6782254033256999684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=6782254033256999684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/6782254033256999684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/6782254033256999684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-for-my-abee2004.html' title='Letter For My Abee...2004'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-1459660438095755722</id><published>2008-04-20T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:06:48.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOVE...FROM A DISTANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmmm…Sometimes its so hard to digest and comprehend things happened between us…A soul so far away from mine…separated by seas, mountains, rivers….thousand miles away from me…yet my heart beats for him…Every sec, it beats for my abee…he’s my tranqualizer… He’s my everything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday…abee talked about presence…and absent too. He’s right…When we are together…we both felt a strong connection…we both felt each other presence, we both felt that the clock stop ticking, and we have the world…only for us, exchange smiles and laughter. Are we doing the right thing?...are we hurting each other more?... Abee asked me…where are we? Where are we heading to?... hmmm..a barrier between us….Abee dear…wish I have the answers to all these… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ughhhhh..i love him for goodness sake…more than anything else…is there any appropriate word to describe my heart towards him? Greater than Love?....Hmmmm …My abee…he’s like a forcefield…surrounding me…That is what I feel all this while…Nothing can come near me..hurt me…as abee’s shield is there to protect me…from any harm that may come…A strong shield…yet…so soft and tender…embracing me with his love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love his heart…His pure heart…He loves me, as I am nothing in someone else’s eyes…like an ugly duckling I am…but…in his eyes, he treated me like I am his beautiful swan…he makes me happy…he makes me smile…he makes me feel everything I am….He sees me…right through me…Hmmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I hurting myself more?...I don’t know….Reality sucks…Honestly…I am in pain…I don’t deserve to be happy like someone else?...Why make things sooo difficult for me? Why me?...Please…please stop these pain of mine…please…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He’s the only one who can mend my wounded heart. Please don’t take him away from me. It’s like pulling the oxygen plug from me. He’s my life support. I know I’m too dependent…but…please …please understand me. Put urself in my shoes…you will then feel how I felt…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes…selfishness drives me away from being compassionate. I ignore his feelings, the consequence that he may have to face in future. Hmmmmm….i don’t want to be cruel abee…I am happy for what I have now…happy that at least…u r with me…though afar…u r still near…in my heart, my mind and my soul…You’re my oxygen abee….and I love you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tearless cry, A lonely smile,&lt;br /&gt;A written fate, I failed to deny…&lt;br /&gt;Like a forlorn wind, Breezing in despair&lt;br /&gt;The heart of mine trapped in solitaire…&lt;/strong&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/30872606-1459660438095755722?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1459660438095755722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=1459660438095755722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/1459660438095755722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/1459660438095755722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/lovefrom-distance.html' title='A LOVE...FROM A DISTANCE'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-7214849791461241600</id><published>2008-04-20T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:06:11.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter For My Abee...2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Abee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   No words can describe how much you meant to me. All these years, I fall asleep…A soundless sleep, until u came and woke me up. A light touch on my eyes and heart is enough to make me awake, and foresee life. You make me breath again, as proper as it should be. You make me see again, as I am blinded before. You grasp my hands and guide me, walk through this darkness of mine, towards the bright lights. You truly are my guardian angel, my prayers have been answered all this long…and I am so blessed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Abee,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   All my life, I was so insecure. Am I that transparent to u dear?...How could it be?...No one ever see me as u did? Why I am so predictable to u when I am in ur hands, for I am known for being so secretive and unpredictable?... I too live in my own shell. Hard shell outside, yet so soft and fragile in the inside. Should I blame my childhood fears?...I don’t know…What I know for sure is that I feared that people will leave me, It was so painful and hurtful to be unwanted. I’ll tend to please people, making them happy and comfortable with me…so that in return, they will never leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   How selfish I am dear? I was so afraid dear…really are afraid that they will drift away from me, leaving me alone. I don’t want to be left alone anymore. It was so harsh experience. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night crying and feeling the unbearable loneliness anymore Too painful to look back again. It’s not just the lost of my dearest father it’s just a fraction of my fears.&lt;br /&gt;But then u came along into my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   You stirred unsolved emotions of mine and make me realize how blessed I am to have you. I never felt this immense love before dear ab. And never realize that someone could love me as much as you did. And never feel as secured as I am now. I always doubt that no one could never ever be able to love me truly. There must be something that makes them love me, my services to them…I treat myself as a slave in order to make them happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   But you…you see something in me…u see me as an individual, a soul…u see my heart, and u honored me as your angel. This makes me so grateful…I will make myself happy, equal sharing and enjoyment without sacrificing my needs and feelings for you. I don’t want to be a disappointment to you continuously dear. I am still a diamond…I will live up to that word until death do me apart. Thank you for being you…As u too are my guardian angel…watching me from afar and taking care of me unconditionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest Abee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;   You have a sacred and special place in my eyes, my mind, and my heart…my whole being. You are the air that I breathe my heartbeat…the sun that shines me. I am ur fire, the one u desire…and u are my air, the one I breath to keep me alive. Hope that I will not cause u burden by telling u the truth, how much I felt for you. You too have abundant responsibilities with you, and to see you in such troubles is inconceivable. As I said before and will say it again, I will not be and will not allow myself to be a liability to you, I am happy with what we already have and share. I love you, and will always be in love with you. Dengarlah sayu tangisanku, kau tahu ku amat menyayangi mu!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-7214849791461241600?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7214849791461241600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=7214849791461241600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/7214849791461241600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/7214849791461241600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-for-my-abee2006.html' title='Letter For My Abee...2006'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-4913741374164050415</id><published>2007-04-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:18:52.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Really There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Really There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Shaela N. Calderon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those feelings I had&lt;br /&gt;seem to have been in vain,&lt;br /&gt;because once again my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;and I'm left alone to withstand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I was hoping for something different&lt;br /&gt;thinking the sun would finally rise&lt;br /&gt;and that someday he'd be right beside me...&lt;br /&gt;to bring new hope into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile that's what I thought I had&lt;br /&gt;and my heart seemed finally free&lt;br /&gt;it was thanks to him -the only one-&lt;br /&gt;who had ever brought such joy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the feelings inside were overwhelming me&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing I could do&lt;br /&gt;to make him accept the love I had to give&lt;br /&gt;and maybe even give some back, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me how- is there a way&lt;br /&gt;to mend this broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to ease this pain&lt;br /&gt;and make a new start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, deep down, I always knew&lt;br /&gt;that he would never really care.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wasn't meant to be-&lt;br /&gt;since for him it was never really there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-4913741374164050415?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4913741374164050415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=4913741374164050415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/4913741374164050415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/4913741374164050415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-really-there.html' title='Never Really There...'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-116593774559168575</id><published>2006-12-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:35:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are times…when I felt how wonderful this world would be for me if Ab is there….sharing our thoughts….laughter…sadness….Seriously it is the most perfect situation I would like it to be…I am deeply in love with him….he knows and even share my pains…he sees me in every angle he can possibly do. He accepts me as I am…he never fails to console and comfort me. Sacrificing his own self…And… as usual like selfish spoil brat…always demands for more of his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…why?...why must I have to bare this pain….being sooo far away from him…Can only touch my monitor….as if I’m caressing him from afar….am I not worthy enough to have him?...Am I not worthy enough to have some love?....Oh Allah Almighty….Please here my woes…I am dying inside….I pretend to be strong…but only You who knows well how much i am struggling myself to withstand this pain…. I am dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab….my heart lives for your heart. Patiently…I will wait for my ab…even if it took a thousand years for us to be together. You are the only one who have a special place in my heart. You are my life dearest ab…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My expectations....that will never be fulfilled. To be with ab for the rest of my life. Devote my life to him and love him until death do me apart. To have good as well as bad times with ab. I rather spent my time with ab when he is down instead of having good times with someone else. To have a family with him and grow old together...which i know it's impossible and oooh God..i am in tears while writing this...hmmmmmm....and this is my wish that will never ever come true...i am stuck between rational and selfishness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-116593774559168575?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116593774559168575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=116593774559168575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116593774559168575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116593774559168575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-expectations.html' title='My Expectations'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-116231129308641223</id><published>2006-11-01T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:14:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending With No Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everyone has their own version of happy endings for their love life…But do i?...I am afraid….Afraid to face the reality…To loose ab…I would love to voiced out my version of happy ending…shared with my close friends….with him…but is it worth it?...Will I be able to live up to my dreams…deep down I know it’s impossible…unrealistic dream…as ab would like to labeled it…Shattered dream of mine….Arrgghhh what the heck…I don’t want to have regrets later on…Besides, ab will never find this out…and never have the chance to read my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes…I never thought ab will be the one for me. I don’t even know whether he is the one. But, a year ago…I dream of someone…Back then, I’m not sure about the guy in my dream. I was in a room; it was like a saloon-like room. A few chairs…a small pond with a fountain. It has small windmill powered by moving waters. Then…I sat down on a chair beside him. Honestly, in my dream…I am feeling a bit sober and lonely. He held my hand and smile. Suddenly I felt calm and never felt so secured before…That day, I woke up with confused thoughts. Who is he?...How come can he make me feel so comfortable and hmmm make me feel so belonged?...I never stop thinking about that dream, and I do know now that it was Ab. It was him, wearing checkered shirt (which he usually wears) with a moustache and sweet smile. It was ab all along. But does it makes him the one for me?...I still wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks back, I had another dream. This time I was outcast by my family. Actually, in my dream, they force me to go somewhere else, far away from home. I was so sad and angry at the same time. I was sent to an island. Unfamiliar faces, felt so lonely and unwanted. So weak and helpless. Facing the sea, I cried…cried so hard….until I heard a soft voice…Whispering to my ears…I will take care of you lini…don’t cry…touched my hand and hug me tightly. I woke up in tears during azan subuh. It was him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…nobody knows how much I love him. I love him with all my heart and my soul. And it bleeds inside…he was the one I’m looking for all my life. But he will never be mine…Not even in million years…And it hurts a lot…like thousand knives stabbing me…Ab dear…it hurts a lot…I can’t bear this pain anymore…it’s too painful…huhuhhhuhhu…I thought I am strong…but I am not…I’m getting weaker by day…and dying inside….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know ab,…I always imagine u wearing maroon baju melayu with black sampin (johorian style) along with songkok. U looks so gorgeous, walking out from Masjid Sik. And I, waiting for u at the other side of the road, wearing maroon baju kurung…Urghh it was only a dream that will never come true. But, that is my wish, to be urs, ur life partner until hereafter. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Ab...I love you so much...U change my world...U are my life...my oxygen...my fire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-116231129308641223?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116231129308641223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=116231129308641223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116231129308641223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116231129308641223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/ending-with-no-ends.html' title='Ending With No Ends'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-116058694357056454</id><published>2006-10-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:15:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I Am Given A Chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’m anxious to find answers, the things that happen to my life lately. About him. What about him?...He was the one and only man in my life…my everything…He called me his angel…Only Allah knows how much I love him….So much until it hurts me. Until it makes me bleed silently inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him in my life. Yes, I am selfish. Even though there is no 100% guarantee that life will be beautiful and pleasant forever. I am willing to take the challenge. To face everything in this world with him. Either bad or good, I want to be there with him. Is it possible?. I wish to be with him. But…I can’t. My hands are tied. Same with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware, we usually won’t get what we wish for. But…hmmmm…Oh Allah Almighty!!!, I wish to be with him forever in my life, as my lawful husband. He makes me happy, my source of happiness. But it’s impossible for us to be united. To much nuisance circulating in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?...My Oxygen …why this life is so cruel to me. Giving me happiness for temporary relief but not forever…Why?...My fate is just a game?...Wish Pak was here…At least I can seek for his warmth and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were given a chance, I will make him know that he belongs here. In my heart forever. All my hopes and dreams are only for him. Engraved his name on my heart and soul. You are my biggest secret, which I unable to describe. I will hold you close to my heart, until death do me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to love you dear….and with that obligation, I am ready to except the pain of losing you. Without fear or favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Ur Linny…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-116058694357056454?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116058694357056454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=116058694357056454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116058694357056454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116058694357056454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-i-am-given-chance.html' title='IF I Am Given A Chance...'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-116058650357608261</id><published>2006-10-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:12:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady : Whom do you love in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man : You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady : Who am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man : ( Thinking, and look directly to her face with assurance)&lt;br /&gt;You, my rib. My other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because Allah Almighty saw Adam and he was so lonely. Then, one day, during his sleep, Allah took a part of Adam’s rib and creates Hawa (Eve). All men are searching for the lost part of his rib, his other half. And when he already found his lost rib, he will never felt pain in his heart again. Because it makes him perfect, a complete body of mind and soul. A Single entity with 2 souls inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couples married each other. It is the most sweet and pleasant time of their life. But it only last for a while. Years later, they were busy with their career and own life, gradually it becomes so dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruelty of life changed them and they started ignoring their dreams. They lost their love and passion for each other. They quarrel nite and day. One day, during a fight, the lady walk out from their house and yelled towards her husband&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; “You don’t love me anymore!!!!”.&lt;/span&gt; He was so furious and hated her for the immature statement and replied &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“I regret this marriage. You are not my rib…Not my other half!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was so stunned. For a while she kept herself silent and suddenly tears dropped from her pale cheeks. With heavy heart, she packed her things and determined to leave her husband. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“If I am not part of ur ribs, and not meant for you…please let me go. Let us lead our own life and search for our true companion”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5 years later, he still remains single and working hard searching for his ex-wife. He understands that she remarried with a foreigner and already divorced with that guy. He was so frustrated knowing his ex-wife did not wait for him, as he did for her. That nite, he drank a coffee alone, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart. He was to ego to admit that he missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they met at KLIA…She was there for a business trip and he was waiting for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man : How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady : Fine, thank you. Did you finally meet your lost rib?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man : Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lady: I will be in New York and taking this next flight. I will be here after 2 weeks. Call me if u are free. You know my number right?I’m still using the old number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smile lovingly and said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Goodbye dear “.&lt;/span&gt; He just stared at her without saying a single word as she walks towards the departure area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, He received the news that she was one of the WTC casualties. That nite, he drank his coffee again and felt the pain in his heart. He know deep down inside, he missed her. She was his rib…his long lost rib he longed for all these years. He cried and regretted to say those harsh words to her. The pain he is having all this years are due to his longing for his wife. Their memories of love. The treasure he never realized all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral Of the Story:&lt;br /&gt;Think before u say things, whether it is equivalent to the consequences that you will have to deal in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-116058650357608261?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116058650357608261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=116058650357608261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116058650357608261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/116058650357608261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-rib.html' title='My Rib'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-115829973334239891</id><published>2006-09-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:55:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplainable Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have u ever felt someone so far is actually so near to you? Even though u’re thousands of miles apart, but his/her presence is only a matter of centimeters. Well, others will label me as insane, but I do believe in this fact, and honestly I felt his presence. U may call me melancholy or whatsoever but it is what I felt, mutual feelings from both ends…Heheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I madly in love with him? Yes, I am. Truly, Madly, Deeply in love with him. Whenever I open or close my eyes, I can feel his heartbeat and his presence…hmmmm what a unique feeling. I know the rest of you felt the same way as I do. Heheheh don’t cheat urself. Be honest!!!. Guess u guys will call me gila bayang!!!...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thousand miles apart. Separated by mountains and seas, urgh and it’s heartbreaking whenever I see other couples having fun with each other. But honestly, I treasure every sec of my life when I’m with him…in our own way. It is the most wonderful and precious moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of u are used to this phrase “U make me complete!” Well I bet u do!. Frankly, it’s true…even though u’re surrounded by your friends and family, but u do feel lonely and hollow. As if there’s missing pieces inside ur jigsaw puzzled heart. For me, I used to have that until I met him. He helped me to search for those missing pieces, and solved the jigsaw puzzle for me. He makes me consider that life is worthy and thought me to value my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he met with minor accident. Hot oil burst from one of the pipeline and his neck and chest got burnt. It’s unbearable to know that he’s in such pain. Ya Allah! Hanya padaMu aku bermohon dan berserah, kurangkanlah kesakitan yang Ab alami. Semoga dirinya cepat sembuh dan sihat seperti sediakala. Amin Amin Yarabballalamin. His pain is my pain. Hmmmm. Wish to be there, to tend his pain. But….hmmm InsyaAllah…one day..If Allah permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, I can feel it. Can even hear him calling my name from afar. Am I insane? This is what I called unexplainable presence. Sometimes, teardrops falling whenever I think of him. Mixed feelings, calm and ruffled at the same time as I felt his presence. Prayed every nite and day that he will never fades away from my life. A poem dedicated to my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Listen to the whispering wind,&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the voice of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a melody of pure love,&lt;br /&gt;A gift sincerely meant for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dive into the deepest ocean,&lt;br /&gt;And even climb the highest mountain,&lt;br /&gt;Confront various obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;Craving for your love and comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You,&lt;br /&gt;My life is worthless,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is absolute and pure,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go, as there are no other you,&lt;br /&gt;Even in this place, this world or after life,&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are kept within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And wish you will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you doubt my sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you doubt my hopes,&lt;br /&gt;As I gave u all my love and soul&lt;br /&gt;And its all for you to hold…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Lots of Hugs and Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alina aka Ur lini&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/30872606-115829973334239891?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115829973334239891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=115829973334239891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/115829973334239891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/115829973334239891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/09/unexplainable-presence.html' title='Unexplainable Presence'/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30872606.post-115817588115759097</id><published>2006-09-14T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:31:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the one who detest it, they call it responsibility&lt;br /&gt;For the one who play with it, they call it a game&lt;br /&gt;For the one who doesn’t own it, they call it hope,&lt;br /&gt;For the one who is in love, they call it as destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what is best for you,&lt;br /&gt;He tests you by hardship.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He hurt you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But His wisdoms will be kept deeply in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;For you to understand the true meanings of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lost our love, there will be reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So difficult to comprehend and grasp,&lt;br /&gt;But do have faith,&lt;br /&gt;For when He took something from us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He already prepared you something which is much worthier than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why must you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Because, when you make decisions, you don’t want to rush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because, when you're in hurry, you don’t want to be hasty,&lt;br /&gt;Because, when you met with your other half, you don’t want to loose your dignity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you run, do learn to walk,&lt;br /&gt;Before you swim, do learn to float,&lt;br /&gt;Before be loved, do learn to love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it's good for you to wait for someone you love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;instead of going for someone who is there,&lt;br /&gt;Still, it’s better to wait for someone you desire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;instead of being satisfied with what is already there&lt;br /&gt;Still, it’s best to wait for someone who is right for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because life is too short to waste by choosing the wrong one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting has a mysterious purpose in your life&lt;br /&gt;Flowers can't bloom within a night,&lt;br /&gt;So as to Rome, it is not built within a day,&lt;br /&gt;In which life, it is beared inside mother's womb for 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;But true love, it grows for a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Most of the wonderful and beautiful things in life take a long time to achieve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wait patiently is worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30872606-115817588115759097?l=alinamunirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/feeds/115817588115759097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30872606&amp;postID=115817588115759097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/115817588115759097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30872606/posts/default/115817588115759097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinamunirah.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-love-for-one-who-detest-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alina Munirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02176243867577745477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqZHq5ML73Q/SwgQ6s6gC5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4smDGX62wKM/S220/P6250146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
