<?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-5154870341168466812</id><updated>2012-01-22T20:43:34.071+08:00</updated><category term='Photos Journal'/><category term='Best Friends Forever'/><category term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Ieka Ahmad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7400305846066629367</id><published>2012-01-03T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:59:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new melody of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_ltolitPHyT1qao678o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;Happy New Year 2012 everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;Like everyone else, I’m blown away by the beautiful melody and lyrics of A Thousand Years. I love listening to the lyrics. I agree. It is a beautiful song. Sometimes, words which are unspoken are best described by song, isn’t it? Well, same goes to me. At times, it’s hard for me to explain my situation by words. And to express it, I’ll listen to a song which suits well with my feeling. I guess that's one of the reasons why I rarely blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I want this year is to let go of my yesterday, move on with what I have today and complete my future with something good. No more ‘sad song’ playing everyday in my life. It's time to sing a ‘happy song’. I know I'm stronger than this and I'm sure I can make it through. So last but not least, I wish you all a good year 2012. Happy New Year again from me, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-7400305846066629367?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7400305846066629367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-melody-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7400305846066629367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7400305846066629367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-melody-of-life.html' title='A new melody of life'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4276212038983138152</id><published>2011-12-25T15:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:55:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 572px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/dd507cb02f7411e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“...it feels like you want to travel away from where you belong; somewhere where nobody knows who you are. A place somewhere that no one knows.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I’ve decided to be away from every social network I have and stick with my blog since this is the only place where I feel safe enough to express my feeling. Everything about my personal life has turned into something complicated now. I don’t want to make it even more complicated by posting it randomly. Hence, I’ve decided to let the feeling go here, in this blog. There are a few things that my head can’t stop questioning and I can’t sleep thinking about it. Even worse, I cry myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Let me take a deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;This ugly feeling, it feels like you want to travel away from where you belong; somewhere where nobody knows who you are. A place somewhere that no one knows. It’s too hard to express it by words. It’s just too hard. I’ve packed it all in my head but I couldn’t express it any better. Forgive me, dear heart. I have to burden you with all these. I know this is a test. Deep down inside I don’t want to feel this way. But I’m only human. Sometimes I keep too much, and I end up crying all night long. It’s like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Whenever I cry, I tell myself; “this is life, Ieka. We can’t always have the sun shining every day. You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain. Someday you’ll taste the feeling of happiness again. Allah has a better plan for you. Stop crying and be thankful to Him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-4276212038983138152?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4276212038983138152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/12/somewhere-far-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4276212038983138152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4276212038983138152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/12/somewhere-far-away.html' title='Somewhere far away'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-8354030992560013313</id><published>2011-12-24T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:40:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lvrrk1JT9y1r09l4io1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“...And the most important thing I’ve learned is to never hurt your parents feelings because in life we need the blessings of our parents in everything we do...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a very long time now. I didn't write much these days. After all, I really miss the feeling of expressing every thought that I have in mind. For some people, they might think that writing is easy, but for me it isn’t. I must say that I miss all the fun that I had here in this blog. I love to write. First and foremost, forgive me for any of my grammatical errors in this post. Life for me, as for now, not much of an adventure. I’ve been spending half of the year doing nothing. I miss studying. I miss all the chaotic life I had as a student. I tend to be a little bit jealous looking at those who’d finished their first semester. I’ve been waiting for the offer letter almost six months now. And I have to admit that I had almost given up. To be honest, I didn’t get accepted to enter my dream university. I was rejected. I should’ve known it better, but I was putting too much hope instead of putting too much effort. Six months of a very painful waiting, I began to realize that this isn’t just about a-painful-waiting. I’ve learned a lot; I’ve learned to be more patient. I’ve learned to rely on Allah. I’ve learned that in order to achieve what I want; I have to put in extra effort. I’ve learned to accept the fact that sometimes we cannot always have what we want no matter how much we’ve tried. Sometimes, things happen for a reason and if Allah wills it, it will happen. I’ve also learned a valuable lesson from my own mistake, do not delay things that you’ve intended to do. And the most important thing I’ve learned is to never hurt your parents feelings because in life we need the blessings of our parents in everything we do. Please, take whatever I've shared here as lessons of a lifetime. I believe that Allah has a better plan for me. Maybe even better than what I have in mind, even greater than my plan. Maybe someday I will fulfill my dream, but not now. Whatever the reason is, Allah knows what’s best for me. For now, yes, I am still trying, but this time, I leave everything in Allah’s hands. Again, if Allah wills it, it will happen. I pray for the best. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-8354030992560013313?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/8354030992560013313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/12/patience.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8354030992560013313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8354030992560013313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/12/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-428173543873618052</id><published>2011-10-26T00:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:22:55.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sadness and tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;October 26th, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lthzpcfTrN1qhrcxwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“To me, the only thing which feels so real is this place. Where I can narrate my story and let go of my feelings. My sadness. My happiness. A space for me to breathe freely. A place where I can write everything about you without knowing if you've already moved on or not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I wish you could understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I wish you could see what I had to go through. I wish I could turn back time, but sadly, the only thing I can do now is just flashback our memories with tears. Before, I used to do it with a smile on my face and laughter. But I realized it has already ended, it's over now between us and then I continued to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-428173543873618052?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/428173543873618052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-sadness-and-tears.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/428173543873618052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/428173543873618052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-sadness-and-tears.html' title='Of sadness and tears'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1353360046062071570</id><published>2011-10-26T00:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:51:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I understand why memories can be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The day I met you, my life changed. The way you make me feel is hard to explain. You make me smile in a special kind of way. You make me fall deeper for you every day and when I look into your eyes, I know it’s true. There’s no one else in this world for me but you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-1353360046062071570?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1353360046062071570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1353360046062071570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1353360046062071570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-886163983535244618</id><published>2011-10-26T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:30:53.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_l7nljnaGAv1qaafqpo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the daydreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me, doing what I should have done months ago, saying goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-886163983535244618?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/886163983535244618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-time-to-let-you-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/886163983535244618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/886163983535244618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-time-to-let-you-go.html' title='It&apos;s time to let you go'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-519436274389868807</id><published>2011-10-16T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:59:55.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lsjm25RZJ41qmdi0lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-519436274389868807?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/519436274389868807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/519436274389868807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/519436274389868807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3198113364784706332</id><published>2011-10-16T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:25:47.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding a little bit inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you happy living in a lonely world?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;To me, friendship is important. The world will be a boring place to live without friends. And I think that’s why He created us differently, so that we can meet new friends and learn new cultures. To me, friendship is all about helping friends and always be there together through thick and thin. But other than that, to me, the most vital thing in friendship is to take care of your friends’ feeling. I believe that everyone is sensitive. If any of you say no, you’re different, you’re not sensitive. I take it you must be a very egoistic person. Forgive me if I’ve hurt your feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;I’m only human and I have feelings too. Sometimes I don’t understand a friend who considers the sensitive things as jokes. It’s not funny, not at all. I can’t respect friends who disrespect their own friends. To joke about others’ weaknesses once is fine but more than that it isn’t normal. You’ve just created an unhealthy friendship. If I’ve avoided you, it is probably because I am not comfortable around you. Not because I hate you. I don’t like hating people because I believe everyone makes mistakes. I was ignorant back then and yes I did it too, hating people, but I’ve learned that instead of hating, it’s best to forgive. I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;We are all born with different strengths and weaknesses. We just have to appreciate what we have and help our friends to be thankful for what they have too. Besides, what are the benefits of letting your friend down? None, in fact, you’re just going to lose more friends. Without friends, your life will be lonely. Are you happy living in a lonely world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-3198113364784706332?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3198113364784706332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/hiding-little-bit-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3198113364784706332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3198113364784706332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/hiding-little-bit-inside.html' title='Hiding a little bit inside'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7528644737565498571</id><published>2011-10-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:26:15.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_ls2o2cV32o1qcri28o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;I wrote this while listening to Adele’s “Hiding My Heart”. I’m not quite sure what I feel right now. All I know is something is bothering me. I think it’s time for me to come clean. It’s almost a year now and the memories keep haunting me. It makes me realize how hurtful love can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“…I can’t spend my whole life hiding my heart away”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;I wish I could let go of this feeling and bury the memories. I wish our love could have remained as effortless and as simple as that. I wish it would have been easy for us. It wasn't. It’s not easy for me up until today and I wish I could tell you this. But I’m not that strong anymore to face you. As my heart couldn’t take it, listening to your voice and reading your messages, my heart just couldn’t take it anymore. I wrote this merely to express what I feel. Though I know you won’t be reading this. I’m still trying to move on. Still. I take it you’re happy now with your life. I wish I could be happy with my life too just like you. And though, I am no longer the reason behind your smile, I still wish I am. But it’s fine for me. Seeing you smile is enough for me now. Knowing you happy makes me happy too. I hope you’re doing fine there and remember me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;So, I guess time will heal everything. I just have to keep moving. I think that’s enough, of hiding my heart away. And let it open again but only this time, this time I want it to be safe and protected. I’ll wait for the right person. In a meantime, I’ll pray to Allah earnestly that someday when He feel that the time has come and send me someone, I want that someone to be the best for me. InshaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-7528644737565498571?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7528644737565498571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7528644737565498571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7528644737565498571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-heart.html' title='From the heart'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-9038755294694859067</id><published>2011-10-07T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:15:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple note about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lrxf978ziz1qb2g1po1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Love can hurt us so bad…but at the same time it can heal us too. Love can drive us mad. It can drive us crazy. But one thing for sure, if we truly love someone with sincerity, no matter how bad they’ve treated us, we’ll never get tired of listening to “I’m sorry” or “it won’t happen again, I promise” repeatedly. Love is a human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;However, in my case, I guess I’m not trying to resist love. I just don’t want to be hurt anymore. For now, I think chasing His love is the most vital thing to do. Because I believe that in the end, I’ll meet someone who will fight for me and who is worth fighting for. It is only the matter of time. Everyone has their own dream guy and I have my own too. But in order for me to meet my dream guy, I have to improve myself and change the bad side of me first. I am not perfect, indeed I’m not. I did a load of mistakes in my past and slowly it taught me a new lesson in life each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I will always believe that true love exists.  Though, I’ve been hurt so many times but I think it’s fair enough because I hurt others too. I’m sorry. It was never my intention to hurt anyone. Sometimes things can be so hard to explain. And sometimes the most important part is the hardest thing to tell. If I say that living the single life is fun, that’s the biggest lie ever. It drags you into emptiness. Your heart feels cold and at some point you forgot what it feels like to love someone. Yet, I believe everything happens for a reason. I am slowly drowning in the sea of His love. He loves us unconditionally, and I want to love Him unconditionally too. By loving Him with all my heart, I’ve found peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;At certain times in life, things don’t work out exactly like what we want. The future is unpredictable. We can’t have a rainbow without a little rain, remember? Have faith in Him. Believe that He is the best planner of all and his plans are always the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-9038755294694859067?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/9038755294694859067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-note-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/9038755294694859067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/9038755294694859067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-note-about-love.html' title='A simple note about love'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7511847563013564435</id><published>2011-10-05T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:43:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Gordon-Levitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lqs370E6431qatyd2o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I think he's cute :')&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/5154870341168466812-7511847563013564435?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7511847563013564435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/joseph-gordon-levitt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7511847563013564435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7511847563013564435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/joseph-gordon-levitt.html' title='Joseph Gordon-Levitt'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-984851466791807990</id><published>2011-10-05T11:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:27:53.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_96532-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Smile is the best medicine. &lt;br /&gt;A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;So keep on smiling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-984851466791807990?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/984851466791807990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-of-woman.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/984851466791807990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/984851466791807990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-of-woman.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5978433081169607503</id><published>2011-10-04T17:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:58:52.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5938465366_ef8cdf4e22.jpg" alt="Summer Intoxication - Day 343/365" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Emma Goldman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;It's 6.54 pm. The sun had finally moved toward the western sky. I've spent my whole day at home today. The past few days were the most tiring day for me. I've been thinking to start on a few projects since I have nothing to do at home. In a meantime, while waiting for the offer letter to arrive, I can value my free time with something profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm a fan of roses and I love butterflies. I've noticed that lately I began to love the lavender. I like it because of its colour. Don't you think it's pretty? The purplish-grey colour. To me it's beautiful. So beautiful. I love flowers. I really do. A flower to me is a symbol of a woman. It's a metaphor. The beautiful one, which I love to equate it with roses, have thorns to protect themselves from being touched. 'Beautiful' not only from the outside but as well as from the inside. A beautiful woman won't easily let herself being touched by a man. As far as I can see from my dictionary of life, that is one of the reasons why I love roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-5978433081169607503?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5978433081169607503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/lavender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5978433081169607503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5978433081169607503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/lavender.html' title='Lavender'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5938465366_ef8cdf4e22_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2951031841658798111</id><published>2011-10-04T10:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:18:08.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My camera lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/ieka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;These days, I rarely post or upload pictures in my blog and Facebook. I accidentally broke my camera lens. It saddens me to think about it because I would usually fill in my free time with photographing here and there. I haven't told my parents about it and I feel sick to my stomach. I'm worried about how my dad will react when he finds out about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I went out with my family. My little brother just bought a new camera, Lomo Instax Instant Mini. Phew, I don't even know how to shorten the name ! Anyway, so he went to Pixel to buy the instant film. It's a store selling cameras and so forth. So I was thinking that maybe I could go and check out how much the lens will cost. I started searching as soon as I entered the store and stopped when I saw Canon. Unfortunately, I could do nothing but stared at the price. I remembered a few days back, I was studying the lens because I was so curious thinking how did it happen? And I said to myself, never mind, it already happened I'll buy myself a new lens. I thought I could get it for maybe RM 600 or less. Back to where I was, I stared at the lenses, the cheapest one cost for RM 1000. A few steps away, two figures were standing at the counter. My dad and my little brother were about to finish and a few seconds later they went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can do nothing but zip my mouth waiting for the right time to tell my dad about it. Oh well, I hope I have the courage to tell him now. In a meantime, I can only use my webcam or blackberry to take pictures. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-2951031841658798111?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2951031841658798111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-camera-lens.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2951031841658798111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2951031841658798111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-camera-lens.html' title='My camera lens'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4469830258282592284</id><published>2011-10-01T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:54:24.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello October</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lscm9ceqmG1qlaytso1_500_large.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;October has finally arrived ! I'm going to miss September 2011. I know things won't be the same again for the next September. I guess that's the beauty of life. Anyway, I pray to Allah to bring more happiness in my life and to bring back the colour into my life. Amin :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&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/5154870341168466812-4469830258282592284?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4469830258282592284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-october.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4469830258282592284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4469830258282592284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-october.html' title='Hello October'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7673390562110717952</id><published>2011-09-21T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:21:38.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;One of my favourite song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who followed me on Twitter, this might sound familiar to you :P&lt;br /&gt;Dear future husband, will you sing this song for me someday?&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aAJfhZamFmo?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sittin’ here on this lonely dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watch the rain play on the ocean top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the things I feel I need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can’t explain in any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I need to be bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Finally see you were naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The one to make it so easy when you showed me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yeah, yeah I’d rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now here’s the sun come to dry the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Warm my shoulders and relieve my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re the one thing that I’m missing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With you beside me I no longer fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to be bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally see you were naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one to make it so easy when you showed me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, yeah I’d rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could have saved so much time for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had I seen the way to get to where I am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You waited on me for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now listen to me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to be bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally see you were naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one to make it so easy when you showed me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, yeah I’d rather be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Say you feel the way I do&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/5154870341168466812-7673390562110717952?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7673390562110717952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/id-rather-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7673390562110717952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7673390562110717952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/id-rather-be-with-you.html' title='I&apos;d rather be with you'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aAJfhZamFmo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-8523711766102791344</id><published>2011-09-20T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:56:52.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lr971lG4F41qb2g1po1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;― Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout life you will find one person who is unlike any other, brighten your day with his or her smile and sing you a lullaby at night. Who is unlike any other, treat you like a queen. Who will always be there for you when you're down, hold you tight and say it's okay, everything will be alright cause I'm here with you, by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn that in love; sincerity, trust, loyalty, honesty, understanding, and commitment are the most important things that you must have. Somehow, love taught me the meaning of maturity; to decide things, to think positive, to be optimist. With love, you'll learn to appreciate the one that you love. With love, you'll learn to accept his or her imperfections. With love, you'll learn about sincerity, trust, loyalty, honesty, understanding, and commitment. Love is such a wonderful feeling. It gives you smile, but the smile different than your everyday smile. Yet sometimes love can hurt ourselves too. That can be a sign. No matter how much you love someone, remember to love Him and His Messenger completely first. Because the one who gave you that feeling, is Him. Love that person because of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you've finally found someone who accept your imperfections, love you for who you are, who change your world to a better one and always be there for you at your weakest, don't let him or her go. Love is not always perfect. But by loving his or her imperfections, everything will be perfect. So if you've found one, appreciate them. Love them with all your heart. Cause they're the one who is worth keeping and worth for you to fighting for. Think of how differently it would be if you never met the one who changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone who means alot to me. Someone who is special to me. Zaid, thank you. Thank you for everything. The memories. The fun and laughter, everything. I've learned a lot from you. You taught me so many things without you happen to realize that you actually did that to me. Thank you :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-8523711766102791344?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/8523711766102791344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8523711766102791344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8523711766102791344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-love.html' title='With love'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5463925484374542097</id><published>2011-09-19T06:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:18:38.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/5991772638_f3b7c26715_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Do you have one? Dreams, I mean. Anything. Dreams about love, future, anything. Do you have one? Wonderful isn't it? How it encourages us to strive. To get what we want. What we really, really want. Yes, I admit it's hard to achieve our dreams. But trust me, with efforts, faith, hopes and prayer, He'll make it easy for us. InshaAllah. You know what is the greatest thing about dream? What makes it so special? It's all about how far you've come from the obstacles, barriers, tribulations and the risks that you have to face. To look at yourself, how stronger you've become from time to time. To appreciate your abilities, to appreciate you, yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams. My dream is to become a successful daughter so that I can give back to my parents and also to help poor people. I want to travel the world. I want to learn new cultures. I want to explore the world. I want to see His creation so that I will always be thankful and never stop saying thank you to Him for everything that He gave. My dream is to become a good wife and a mother, to have a house with a garden filled with flowers and butterflies, a beautifully decorated home with roses wallpapers and wonderful family. InshaAllah. Amin ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not wrong to keep and have a dream. Cause in the end all that matters is you. It's your life. Your choice. It's up to you. Everything is in your hand. Have faith. Believe in your dreams. Put some effort. Keep on praying, praying and praying. If Allah wills it, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5463925484374542097?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5463925484374542097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5463925484374542097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5463925484374542097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1294387663685925517</id><published>2011-09-17T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:28:49.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/52148_457567922977_791467977_5473564_2277668_o-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;The man you see in the picture above, that man has been the one who inspired me throughout my life. The guy who lift me up when I was down. The guy who taught me the meaning of life. The guy who never leave his children behind. The guy who always, I repeat, always love us with all his heart. His face is always calm. His words are always in the form of advice. That man my friend, is my dad. My inspiration. I hope I can shout to the world how lucky I am to be your daughter. How lucky I am to have a wonderful dad like you. Thank you, Allah. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this dream; to travel the world someday. To learn other cultures. To live independently but most of all to see His creation. Seeing him travelling the world and learning new cultures has inspired me a lot. I want to be like him. I want to travel the world like him. I want to give back to my parents like what he did to his parents too. He taught us the meaning of hardship. And what it feels like to get a good result from your hard work. His parents were poor. And he told us how hard things back then for him to live his life in university. The most he could get was RM 50, given by his uncle. A pocket money for a month. He has worked so hard to change the fate of his family. And he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/57302_457568537977_791467977_5473583_1430570_o-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, daddy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best dad in the world ! We, we have the best dad in the world. Who understand us a lot, who always be there for us through thick and thin, who believe and support our dreams and never get tired of listening to our stories, to share our thoughts. And I thank Allah for everything. Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Allah. Again, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someday, I will travel the world just like him. InshaAllah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-1294387663685925517?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1294387663685925517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/travel-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1294387663685925517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1294387663685925517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/travel-world.html' title='Travel the world'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-816897518641356595</id><published>2011-09-05T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:53:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lotcbgUa8m1qcdypyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;"But she's better than the girl of my dreams. She's real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-816897518641356595?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/816897518641356595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/500-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/816897518641356595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/816897518641356595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of summer'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5555968566071864430</id><published>2011-09-03T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:02:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple note</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_l4w3uwrkx11qzcmcno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Keep on smiling sweethearts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5555968566071864430?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5555968566071864430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5555968566071864430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5555968566071864430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple-note.html' title='A simple note'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-739462465658278647</id><published>2011-09-01T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:17:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear September</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lqu91sIoB31qzciz2o1_500_large.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;In just a blink of an eye, we are now in the beginning of September. Happy September everyone. I pray that this month will be a better month for me. Hoping that this month will be better than last month and a few months ago. Hoping that Allah will bring more joy and happiness in my life. Amin. I know I've been away from blogging for quite a while. Unmotivated, that's the word that can describe everything. So, here me again, trying to motivate myself. There is something that I would love to express here. To know that every single thing that I shared here has helped you to go through the pain in your life means a lot to me. Indeed. Please don't get me wrong. Forgive me if what I'm trying to say sound like I'm making myself proud. No. In fact, indeed I'm happy. I'm happy that I can be that person who keeps you motivated when you're down. Alhamdulillah. Thank you for all the beautiful words I get when I was unmotivated :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, I have my own September wish. Wishes, I mean. But let's just keep it between me and Him. It's been a very hard journey for me. Deep inside my heart, I really hope that all the wishes will come true. Amin ya Allah. Yet I believe everything happens for a reason. Keep reminding myself that Allah is the best planner and his plans are always the best, inshaAllah. Sometimes, not everything can be described by words. And sometimes not all words can describe the situation. So I chose to remain silent because for me I find it hard to describe everything. But I know that I must have faith in Allah. With prayer, inshaAllah, everything will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;By the way, I hope it's not too late for me to wish everyone a Happy Eid Mubarak !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;I'm sorry for any wrong doings. May Allah bless you. Amin :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&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/5154870341168466812-739462465658278647?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/739462465658278647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-with-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/739462465658278647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/739462465658278647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-with-love.html' title='Dear September'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6174095507775880100</id><published>2011-08-26T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:36:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta sejati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setiap orang impikan percintaan yang sempurna. Yang ikhlas dari hati ke hati. Dan, of course, yang berkekalan. Tapi kadangkala, apa yang kita impikan tu mungkin tak seperti yang kita sangkakan. Cinta itu banyak ceritanya. Banyak pahit dan manisnya. Banyak tawa dan tangisannya. Banyak rintangannya. Cinta itu indah. Kadangkala tak terungkap keindahannya. Hanya mampu dibalas dengan senyuman. Tak dapat diungkapkan dengan kata-kata. Memang tidak dinafikan dalam setiap percintaan pasti akan ada air mata yang jatuh. Dan pasti akan ada hati yang terluka. Itulah cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cinta itu terlalu besar maknanya. Terlalu banyak kisahnya. Tapi pengertian saya sendiri, cinta itu memerlukan pengorbanan. Bukan pengorbanan yang merosakkan diri. Bukan. Tapi pengorbanan yang ikhlas. Cinta tidak semestinya memiliki. Dan pengorbanan cinta yang sejati ialah dengan mendoakan dia yang kita sayang walaupun setelah berpisah. Ya, cinta tidak semestinya memiliki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lepaskanlah cinta. Sekiranya ia datang kembali,&lt;br /&gt;itulah cinta sebenar-benar cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-6174095507775880100?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6174095507775880100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinta-yang-sejati.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6174095507775880100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6174095507775880100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinta-yang-sejati.html' title='Cinta sejati'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7859647711834173490</id><published>2011-08-16T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:43:21.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lpjkvejdfW1qcri28o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be my imam for my prayers. Be my qari and read the quran for me.&lt;br /&gt;Be the one who leads me to Allah :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-7859647711834173490?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7859647711834173490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/wishes-for-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7859647711834173490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7859647711834173490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/wishes-for-you.html' title='Wishes for you'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3594950784313296435</id><published>2011-08-16T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:01:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I feel sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pRztmbnyV70" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;When I feel sad, besides praying to Allah, I'll listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this song, it's beautiful indeed ! Subhanallah :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3594950784313296435?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3594950784313296435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-i-feel-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3594950784313296435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3594950784313296435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-i-feel-sad.html' title='When I feel sad'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pRztmbnyV70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-478303520953922210</id><published>2011-07-28T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:39:18.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what I've found</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/l_718eff937b30474930431428af806bf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The old photos of mine ! I went through all the folders and I've found these. Okay, a little bit excited I guess. If I'm not mistaken, I took these pictures when I was 15 year-old. By that time I was in Form 3. I can't believe that I still have it in my laptop ! There are many more but let's just keep it private. I'm sure you don't want to see the rest of it. Oh, I have so many memories back then :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-478303520953922210?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/478303520953922210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-at-what-ive-found.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/478303520953922210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/478303520953922210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-at-what-ive-found.html' title='Look at what I&apos;ve found'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4722068707867245659</id><published>2011-07-28T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:59:31.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_9220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kadang-kadang benda kecil pun boleh buat kita excited bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love my new sling bag ! :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-4722068707867245659?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4722068707867245659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/womens-favourite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4722068707867245659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4722068707867245659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/womens-favourite.html' title='Women&apos;s favourite'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3597206660356819053</id><published>2011-07-25T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:38:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lofc5c5k1o1qdpgzm_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;When you look at this picture, what really comes into your mind? I feel compassion, love and loyalty. A "stormy" love. It makes me calm. You know what is more beautiful?  When we realize that our patience all this time are worthwhile. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know there will be a day I fall in love with someone. But don't let me forget you."&lt;br /&gt;- Anis Ashaari&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, don't let me forget You. I need You forever in my life. The best thing in my life is to think about You, to love You, to have You and to share my pain and my happiness with You. Everything. The best thing in my life is everything about You. Thank you, Allah. Thank you :')  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3597206660356819053?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3597206660356819053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3597206660356819053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3597206660356819053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7230197098943738697</id><published>2011-07-14T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:32:44.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses that blooms again</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lh2r3yEdX31qh4jw6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies are flying again.&lt;br /&gt;As well as the roses, they are all blooming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for making me happy :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-7230197098943738697?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7230197098943738697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/roses-that-blooms-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7230197098943738697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7230197098943738697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/roses-that-blooms-again.html' title='Roses that blooms again'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1936642026892929397</id><published>2011-07-06T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:28:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/220253_10150180941818632_708983631_6739459_1688337_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Well, I know I've introduced her long time ago. In my old entries which I've deleted few months ago. Anyway, I admire her for quite a long time. She inspires me a lot. Especially when it comes to study. She's my sister, my cousin to be precise. But I'd love to call her my sister because to us we are all siblings. A one big family. I'm grateful that I have her as my idol. She's now in Russia pursuing studies in Medicine. We've made a promise...well, let's just keep it private. Anyhow, I hope that the promise can be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Keep your heart open to dreams,&lt;br /&gt;for as long as there is a dream,&lt;br /&gt;there is hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Have you ever dream of something that you desire a lot in your life? I have a dream which I kept to myself for years. And still keeping it until I achieve it. I respect those who have thousands of dreams. Because the feeling is so amazing. It drives you to do whatever it takes to achieve it. I finally get it right now. For years I've been dreaming to achieve it, obstacles came along. So I took some time to look back, I believe that it has something to do with your real intention. If that's what you want, that's what you get. Well, in my case, I guess I have to understand the extent of my ability. We don't have to burden ourselves to get what we want. Sometimes we will get it but in different situation. Different than what we've plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you always get what you want, you're lucky. If things doesn't always come in your way, you're lucky too that Allah allows you to achieve what you want as what He plans. La tahzan, remember that His plan is the best for us. Besides, what life's going to be without a little bit of adventure? Be thankful. Always believe that the sky is the limit for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-1936642026892929397?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1936642026892929397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1936642026892929397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1936642026892929397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7979233709778530021</id><published>2011-07-04T00:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:59:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati dan perasaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Bila bercakap tentang cinta dan kasih sayang, saya bukanlah arif sangat. Tapi yang saya tahu cinta tu anugerah Allah yang paling indah. Tadi saya dan saudara yang lain keluar luangkan masa bersama. As usual, tempat lepak terbaru kami Kopitiam. Perbualan yang agak panjang. Mostly mengenai arwah abang. Arwah abang adalah inspirasi saya bila bercakap mengenai cinta. Tiada manusia yang sempurna di muka bumi Allah ini. Tapi di mata saya, dia sangat sempurna. Setahu saya arwah abang tidak pernah sakiti hati mana-mana wanita yang dia kenali. Arwah abang tidak pernah mahu berkata 'tidak'. Sentiasa berpandangan jauh. MashaAllah. Saya tahu kebanyakkan wanita di luar sana impikan seorang kekasih yang baik dan soleh. Begitu juga sebaliknya untuk kaum lelaki. Dan bagi saya, itu tidak mustahil sama sekali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Untukmu lelaki, kalau engkau mengaku susah untuk mencari wanita solehah janganlah engkau mencari di mana dia tetapi berusahalah untuk mengubah diri agar menjadi seorang lelaki yang baik. Kerana janji Allah itu pasti, wanita yang baik adalah untuk lelaki yang baik. Begitu juga untukmu wanita :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Arwah abang mengajar saya bahawa kedua-dua cinta dan kasih sayang tu adalah sesuatu yang luhur. Perasaan itu sesuatu yang luar biasa. Dan saya percaya bila kita mencintai seseorang itu dengan ikhlas dan penuh kasih sayang, perasaan itu akan terus kekal biarpun pasangan hidup kita bukanlah dia. Tanyalah mana-mana lelaki, walaupun banyak helah mereka tapi percayalah bila ditanya soal hati mereka akan tetap setia pada yang satu. Tanyalah mana-mana lelaki, kalau cinta tu cinta sejati, 20 tahun dari sekarang mereka akan masih teringatkan cinta sejati mereka. Kalau ianya kuat, mereka akan cari sehinggalah bisa bertemu semula. Saya mulai faham dan minda terbuka bila berfikir tentang segala kesilapan saya dalam hubungan dahulu. Tapi, saya juga manusia yang tidak lari daripada melakukan kesilapan. Kadang kala hubungan percintaan tu mengajar kita lebih mendalam tentang perasaan dan persefahaman antara satu sama lain. Dan saya setuju, hubungan percintaan tu mengajar perasaan, fikiran dan tingkah laku kita tentang erti kematangan. Yang paling penting, dalam mana-mana percintaan pun, pastikan cinta kita terhadap manusia tu tidak melebihi cinta kita kepada Allah dan Muhammad saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-7979233709778530021?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7979233709778530021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/hati-dan-perasaan.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7979233709778530021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7979233709778530021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/hati-dan-perasaan.html' title='Hati dan perasaan'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5700908948691265315</id><published>2011-07-04T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:49:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still keep it</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 400px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_98502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I still keep it. Memories, feelings and promises.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I promised you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5700908948691265315?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5700908948691265315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-still-keep-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5700908948691265315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5700908948691265315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-still-keep-it.html' title='I still keep it'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7299762331151371828</id><published>2011-06-29T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:31:55.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A step away from dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lmwh6gzSey1qkoax8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, the result has been released about a week ago, 22nd June 2011. I was so scared and I didn't check it on that day. Why? Hurm. I thought I couldn't make it. My instinct told me that I'm going to fail one of the subject. So instead of checking my result on that day, I check it on Friday. I couldn't express how happy I am up until today. And how thankful I am to Allah. It's true, if you believe in Allah and you put faith in Him, He will listen to you. To your prayers. Thank you, Allah. Thank you. I realised that I couldn't make it without prayers no matter how much effort I've put on. Have faith in Allah, my dear brothers and sisters. Have faith. Alhamdulillah, I passed all the subjects. Thought I have to take another semester. What happened was an eye-opener for me. Sometimes we don't always get what we want, whatever we have now, be thankful to Allah cause there's always a reason beneath it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;I know I've been away for so long. Maybe I just couldn't live without writing. It's my passion and no matter how much I've tried to be away from it, I will always miss it. Blog is where I express my feelings and thoughts. Where I can meet fantasy, although I've been living in reality my entire life. I'm not sharing, I'm expressing. Maybe that's why I always love to write. And I hope I will never quit from writing, no matter what. I hope you will enjoy reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Life's good so far. Well, sometimes I feel lonely too. It's almost a year now. Living a single life is hard too. I never thought it could be this tough. I agree, two is better than one. But I still believe in true love. And will always wait for that day to come. Maybe it's not now. Sometimes I ask myself, am I still holding on the past? Up until now, I don't have the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;As for my studies, I am now applying universities in New Zealand and Australia. I hope I can make it. Of course I don't want to burden my parents to achieve what I want, so I'm going to apply for scholarship soon. And again I hope they will choose me. A step away from my dream. Allah has shown me His greatness, I couldn't believe it till now. Subhanallah. InshaAllah, have faith in Allah. Have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;In a nutshell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve. So if you think you can, you can. Lastly, prays always prays and when you pray put a hundred percent faith in Allah. Put your own effort to your studies. Believe in Allah. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-7299762331151371828?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7299762331151371828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/06/step-away-from-dream.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7299762331151371828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7299762331151371828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/06/step-away-from-dream.html' title='A step away from dream'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1289591853584558034</id><published>2011-05-24T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:18:38.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Sahabat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Lagi beberapa hari kami akan menamatkan pengajian di Sunway University. Happy ada, sebak pun ada. Mungkin ada yang rasa relaks sebab inshaAllah lepas ni boleh jumpa lagi kat Monash University. Tapi ada yang rasa mungkin ni kali terakhir kitorang bersama. Tak pernah seumur hidup rasa erti persahabatan yang sebegitu murni dan luhur. Apa pun masalah, kitorang luahkan bersama. Bersama-sama kitorang membimbing antara satu sama lain. Rasa macam alangkah bertuahnya diri ni Allah takdirkan pertemuan dengan mereka. Kitorang belajar bersama, gelak ketawa bersama. SubhanaAllah. Semua ni mungkin mustahil tanpa usaha Ustazah Yazilmiwati. Berkat usaha dan doa beliau, mengubah segalanya dengan izin Allah. Siapa tahu orang yang dulu kita sangkakan sombong sekarang sahabat kita. Sahabat yang bersama ketika waktu senang dan susah. Yang bercakap jujur. Yang tidak mengutuk atau mengkritik kita di belakang. Itulah sahabat. Rasa kasih sayang dapat dirasakan antara satu sama lain. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu tak sangka, begini besar hikmah yang Allah berikan. Dulu tak sangka, bila masuk University ni akan mengubah seluruh hidup. Mudah-mudahan Allah berkati ukhuwwah kita wahai sahabat sekalian :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"  &gt;Kumpulan saya, "Muadz" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gambar-gambar semasa camping bulan Mac lepas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sahabat yang mampu menangis bersama, belum tentu adalah sahabat yang terbaik buat kita. Tetapi sahabat yang terbaik itu hakikatnya, adalah sahabat yang menarik kita kepada Allah Yang Maha Esa".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-1289591853584558034?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1289591853584558034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/sahabat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1289591853584558034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1289591853584558034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/sahabat.html' title='Sahabat'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2550774852543900185</id><published>2011-05-24T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:07:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What she chooses to show</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 586px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_ljr7hlxbo31qj6rfso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t be so quick to judge, you only see what she chooses to show.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-2550774852543900185?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2550774852543900185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-she-chooses-to-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2550774852543900185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2550774852543900185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-she-chooses-to-show.html' title='What she chooses to show'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-273851858273268453</id><published>2011-05-24T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:44:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is better to give</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with his Professor. The professor was commonly called the ‘student’s friend’, from his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes. They belonged to a poor man who was employed in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day’s work. The student turned to the professor, saying: “Lets play a trick on this man.” “We will hide his shoes and hide behind those bushes there and see what he does when he cannot find them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;The student did so &amp;amp; they both hid nearby. The poor man soon finished work &amp;amp; came out of the field to where he had left his coat &amp;amp; shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonished and full of wonder he gazed upon the coin, turned it around, and looked at it again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his knees, looked up to the heavens and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife who was sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand,would save from perishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: “It’s more blessed to give than to receive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Abdullah bin Abbas (RA) reported that the Prophet (SAW) said that encouraging good, prohibiting evil, lifting the burden of the weak person and removing an offensive thing from a path are all acceptable prayers to Allah. - Ibn Majah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-273851858273268453?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/273851858273268453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-better-to-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/273851858273268453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/273851858273268453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-better-to-give.html' title='It is better to give'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4442456749499812422</id><published>2011-05-10T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:45:29.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Women's Beauty in Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So when this woman, before leaves the house, like the other woman, she looks in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But they're looking in the mirror for something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the woman in the street looks in the mirror, she makes sure she has the best style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She looks good, she can attract the men! But this woman, when she looks in the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she makes sure she's dressed appropriately, makes sure that Allah is pleased with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;makes sure she's covered, so when she goes out in the street and she's covered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to please ALLAH and she does that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_l9w9q08W7e1qaj5mzo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-4442456749499812422?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4442456749499812422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/value-of-womens-beauty-in-islam.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4442456749499812422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4442456749499812422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/value-of-womens-beauty-in-islam.html' title='The Value of Women&apos;s Beauty in Islam'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3525067913218163156</id><published>2011-05-08T13:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:46:51.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Ibu dan Ayah</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_0754-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;Entri khas yang ditujukan buat kedua orang tua ku tercinta. Jauh di sudut hati, ingin ku balas satu persatu jasamu, ayah dan ibu. Setiap hari adalah hari ibu, begitu juga ayah. Dan hadiah yang mampu ku berikan hanyalah doa. Doa dari seorang anak yang dahagakan rahmat dan restu dari Ilahi. Dan tidak lain tidak bukan. Sudah tentu...hadiah sebuah kejayaan. Perjuangan anakmu ini belum selesai. Selagi Allah mengizinkan aku untuk bernafas di bumi ini, tanggungjawab ku sebagai seorang anak tidak akan pernah selesai. Akan ku hadiahi kalian berdua segulung sijil suatu hari nanti. Dengan izin-NYA. Sebagai tanda kesyukuran atas segala usaha yang kalian berikan selama ini akhirnya membuahkan hasil. Meskipun mungkin ianya mengambil masa yang lama untukku. Hati ini tersentuh bila memikirkan kau menghabiskan keringatmu siang dan malam untuk menghasilkan mujahid dan mujahidah yang berjaya di dunia dan akhirat. InsyaAllah. Kerana Allah, akan ku teruskan perjuangan yang belum selesai ini. Selamat Hari Ibu dan Ayah :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3525067913218163156?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3525067913218163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/selamat-hari-ibu-dan-ayah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3525067913218163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3525067913218163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/selamat-hari-ibu-dan-ayah.html' title='Selamat Hari Ibu dan Ayah'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5460476752074158420</id><published>2011-05-07T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:47:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;In the end, each and one of us is sure to enjoy their success. Life is beautiful. Everyone has their own story. We can't live our life exactly like theirs but we can make it as an exemplary for us. The key of enjoying your own life without comparing it with others is to learn more about yourself. Know your own limits, know what you want, fight for it until you get what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've treated myself unfairly. I began to realize that I compared myself a lot with others. I'm not going to give up easily. Remember...you can't make a rainbow without a little rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you only knew what the future holds, after a hurricane comes a rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5460476752074158420?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5460476752074158420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/unfinished-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5460476752074158420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5460476752074158420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/unfinished-business.html' title='The Unfinished Business'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5421321346593433682</id><published>2011-05-06T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:11:53.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5421321346593433682?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5421321346593433682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5421321346593433682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5421321346593433682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2953281150855373908</id><published>2011-05-06T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:48:56.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends Forever'/><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;I was watching the video that I took during our trip to Kuala Lumpur last year. What more can I say...I miss my best friends so much :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_13482-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/75388_1245541714515_1708579513_437534_3900542_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-2953281150855373908?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2953281150855373908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2953281150855373908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2953281150855373908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2462508568492642113</id><published>2011-05-05T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:49:31.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Dinner at Murni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;We went to Murni again! We had lots of fun. Can't stop laughing and seriously it was fun. Unfortunately, Era couldn't come. Never mind, we'll do this again next time :) Oh and we had a bowling tournament last Friday. I brought my camera but I forgot to charge it. How I wish I can share it here. Oh well. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-2462508568492642113?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2462508568492642113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/dinner-at-murni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2462508568492642113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2462508568492642113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/dinner-at-murni.html' title='Dinner at Murni'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5114915068594607471</id><published>2011-05-05T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:50:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My May</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lk7w3aCBpZ1qzrkblo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;Well hello! What do you know...it's May already. I have nothing to say but disappointment. I couldn't say much. I just hope that in the end, every single effort that I've put on will give a good result. Amin ya Rabbi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5114915068594607471?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5114915068594607471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5114915068594607471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5114915068594607471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-may.html' title='My May'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-8496907339179229301</id><published>2011-04-30T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:50:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peringatan Kecil</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkEBUC0APMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkEBUC0APMg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;Allah Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang. Buktinya, Dia memudahkan kita untuk mendapatkan pahala dengan menciptakan tangan, kaki, mulut, lidah dan hati agar kita dapat menunaikan kewajipan kita sebagai seorang muslim. Tapi kita lalai. Jatuh tersungkur hanyut di lautan dunia yang deras. Lalu Allah tarik satu persatu nikmat yang telah diberikan oleh-Nya. Renung-renungkanlah. Ingat, dunia ini hanyalah satu persinggahan agar kita dapat mencari bekalan dan membawa bekalan tersebut ke akhirat kelak. Dan ingat, akhirnya hanya akan ada dua tempat yang kekal abadi. Syurga atau Neraka. Jazakallah khair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-8496907339179229301?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/8496907339179229301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/peringatan-kecil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8496907339179229301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8496907339179229301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/peringatan-kecil.html' title='Peringatan Kecil'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1176429108560595489</id><published>2011-04-30T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:28:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmness breeds happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-1176429108560595489?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1176429108560595489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/calmness-breeds-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1176429108560595489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1176429108560595489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/calmness-breeds-happiness.html' title='Calmness breeds happiness'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3132067902920793085</id><published>2011-04-30T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:52:32.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrusted Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;There was once a very pious and knowledgeable scholar whose son passed away at the tender age of 6. The scholar was deeply affected by his loss. He would go to the masjid for Salah and would return home immediately afterwards, not giving any lectures or evening daras, as he would usually do. Outside of his home he had stopped talking to people who lived in his neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing this routine for several weeks, the people of the town were severely concerned. They wished to help the Alim but did not know how to approach him.&lt;br /&gt;A woman who was witnessing all of this came up with a plan, using her wisdom which Allah had blessed her with. She decided to take matters into her own hands and pay the scholar a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching his house she asked permission to enter. The Alim’s wife told the woman to wait and went to her husband. Hearing this, the Alim was very disturbed. He told his wife to go back and tell the woman he wished not to speak to her. He told her to ask someone else. The woman was very reluctant in leaving. She continuously pleaded with the Alim that there was no one else who had studied Ilm and that she needed a specific question answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alim gave in and told the woman to go ahead and ask the question. The woman began speaking. “The question I wanted to ask has to be answered in accordance to Islamic law.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alim nodded and gestured her to carry on. “A friend of mine was given a Amanat (a possession which needed to be kept safe). She had the Amanat for a few years and grown fond of it. On the return to the owner she became upset and didn’t want to give the Amanat back. Should she keep it or return it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alim answered with ease and told her that the answer was to simply return the item as it did not belong to her friend in the first place. The woman asked again to make sure she had the right answer. “So even though my friend looked after the possession for so long, she still has to return it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alim repeated the answer again and added, “Your friend should be grateful to the owner that the Amanat had been taken back so its not in her care anymore.” Then the woman spoke. “In the same way Allah had blessed you with a son. But he returned to Allah who was ultimately the owner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With saying that the woman left. The Alim thanked Allah for opening his eyes. He raised his hands in Dua. The Scholar then returned to his normal self much to the happiness of all the townspeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;مِنْهَا خَلَقْنَاكُمْ وَفِيهَا نُعِيدُكُمْ وَمِنْهَا نُخْرِجُكُمْ تَارَةً أُخْرَىٰ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;‘From the (earth) did We create you, and into it shall We return you, and from it shall We bring you out once again.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;(Surah Ta’ha 20:55)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source from Islamic Thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3132067902920793085?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3132067902920793085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/entrusted-gifts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3132067902920793085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3132067902920793085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/entrusted-gifts.html' title='Entrusted Gifts'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3707486590161862575</id><published>2011-04-30T08:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:53:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On spending wisely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;This is not a good time to be lazy. A few more weeks to go before final and I'm still lounging, sitting and wasting my time in front of the laptop. Listening to the latest song. Oh dear. Anyhow, that's not exactly what I wanted to write. So, let's proceed shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a painful week for me. And I learn a big lesson from it. I swear I did. Think about it soon as you finish reading. Honestly, I'm helpless when it comes to shopping. I couldn't help myself either everyone around me whenever I feel like buying things (including the unnecessary things). So here goes the story. I ran out of cash. For the first time in my entire life I live with less than ten box in a week and two box for two days. I ended up eating breads for breakfast, lunch and dinner (at times I skipped my dinner). Actually, I didn't spent all my money over clothes or skirts or jeans (like I usually did). This time I waste it all for food! I swear I ate a lot. There was a time when I ordered McDonalds for breakfast consecutively in a week. Good thing after suffering a week without money is I learn a valuable lesson. To spend the money wisely! And I learn to eat in a healthy way. No more junk food. But yeah still consuming caffeine (for the sake of burning the midnight oil). As soon as I received money from my dad I went to the nearest cafe to eat. I swear I almost cried. I realized that I should spend my money wisely. There are many kids and teens out there who suffered a lot in order to get money to eat. I will try my best to use my money for necessary things only. InsyaAllah. Frankly speaking, it is hard for me. But insyaAllah I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-3707486590161862575?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3707486590161862575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-spending-wisely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3707486590161862575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3707486590161862575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-spending-wisely.html' title='On spending wisely'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-981772120865124494</id><published>2011-04-28T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:54:53.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>Turning Over a New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 767px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_954322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;I have deleted my oldest entries and keep the latest. I hope I can write something that all of us can take it as a lesson and learn from it. InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-981772120865124494?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/981772120865124494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/turning-over-new-leaf.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/981772120865124494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/981772120865124494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/turning-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turning Over a New Leaf'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3188409239221764468</id><published>2011-04-26T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:54:01.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika belum siap cintailah dia dalam diam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;Bila belum siap melangkah lebih jauh dengan seseorang,&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah cintai dia dalam diam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerana diammu adalah salah satu bukti cintamu padanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau ingin memuliakan dia,&lt;br /&gt;dengan tidak mengajaknya menjalin hubungan yang terlarang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau tak mahu merosak kesucian dan penjagaan hatinya itu,&lt;br /&gt;kerana diammu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3188409239221764468?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3188409239221764468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/jika-belum-siap-cintailah-dia-dalam.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3188409239221764468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3188409239221764468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/jika-belum-siap-cintailah-dia-dalam.html' title='Jika belum siap cintailah dia dalam diam'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-694772868722082438</id><published>2011-04-25T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:54:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More time to think</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_ldfqfgKYCQ1qciek8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;The truth is I'm nervous. Nervous thinking about my future. Will I ever get the chance to fulfil my dream? And the answer will always be "keep on trying". At times, I wish I can skip the reality and move to the world of fantasy. Just be Alice for awhile. But I guess even Alice had to deal with difficult decisions. Well. I guess nothing is as easy as it seems. I need more time to think. And to decide. I have to choose between two courses. Hurm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-694772868722082438?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/694772868722082438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-time-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/694772868722082438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/694772868722082438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-time-to-think.html' title='More time to think'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7004132149793137781</id><published>2011-04-21T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:56:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On childhood dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:10px;" &gt;I remember the day when I decided to become a doctor someday. That was when I was young. Hurm. Let me think. When I was 13 if I'm not mistaken. Then I remember the day when I decided to further my studies abroad and so forth. I remember things that I've wrote on a piece of paper and stick it on the board in front of my study table. The point is merely to motivate myself every time laziness strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in Form 2, Tuan Haji asked me about my ambition. Said I want to be a doctor someday. Asked me again have you done any researches and findings on the career you've chosen. I answered him with a 'no'. Years after years, now I understand why. It's not an easy task. You need to sacrifice a lot. As a woman, I have to think optimistically for the sake of my future too. Someday there will be bigger tasks awaits me. Tasks that has something to deal with between you and human, as well as you and Ar-Rahman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-7004132149793137781?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7004132149793137781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-childhood-dream.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7004132149793137781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7004132149793137781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-childhood-dream.html' title='On childhood dream'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5852217731732650134</id><published>2011-04-16T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:11:53.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beneath it lies thousands of stories of happiness and sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm a girl with big dreams&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-5852217731732650134?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5852217731732650134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/eyes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5852217731732650134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5852217731732650134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-199594225905846092</id><published>2011-04-15T20:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:11:53.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>Beauty is in the eye of the beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;— Scott Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-199594225905846092?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/199594225905846092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/199594225905846092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/199594225905846092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-753852108334220386</id><published>2011-04-15T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:39:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—  Stephen Colbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-753852108334220386?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/753852108334220386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/young-and-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/753852108334220386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/753852108334220386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/young-and-fool.html' title='Young and Yes'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5046950098993208971</id><published>2011-04-15T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:56:25.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knowledge of Aurat in Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my opinion, this is what the hijabers community in Malaysia ought to do (click the link below to watch the video). Not just fashion, but to spread the knowledge of Islam. There are some who have wrong perceptions about hijab. Some only wears hijab to follow the latest trend. And some reflected hijab in a wrong way. Wearing hijab with leggings. It will only reflect the beauty of Islam in a wrong way. Islam and women. We have been given the conditions in covering the aurat. And there are conditions in ornamenting ourselves too. Among the conditions are not to wear tight clothes, short and not too much. Cover your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why I love Indonesian people? Watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://dianrainbow.blogspot.com/2011/04/hijabers-community-recitation.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; clip :) It's wonderful that this community spread the knowledge of aurat in Islam and at the same time keep abreast of current fashion. Subhanallah. May Allah bless this noble work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Diriwayatkan dari Abdullah bin Amru bin Al-Ash radhiallahu ‘anhuma, dia berkata : Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam berkata, “Makan, minum, bersedekah dan berpakaianlah kalian tanpa berlebih-lebihan dan berbuat kesombongan”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5046950098993208971?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5046950098993208971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/knowledge-of-aurat-in-islam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5046950098993208971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5046950098993208971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/knowledge-of-aurat-in-islam.html' title='The Knowledge of Aurat in Islam'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7863444039851935586</id><published>2011-04-13T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:32:35.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 440px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/207520_191905540852625_100000995424935_497780_2614670_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Best Vacation Ever !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the pictures tell you the whole story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love Malacca !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_7164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-7863444039851935586?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7863444039851935586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/melaka.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7863444039851935586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7863444039851935586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/melaka.html' title='Melaka'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6960809124533185380</id><published>2011-04-09T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:44:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indahnya hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_53062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kalau diimbas kembali perjalanan hidup selama 19 tahun memang banyak pahit dan manisnya. Hidup di muka bumi sebagai seorang hamba Allah, tidak pernah lari dari melakukan kesilapan. Kadang kala bila ada masa lapang. Duduk di sudut meja. Berfikir sejenak. Betapa indahnya kehidupan. Indahnya takdir. Indahnya Qada' dan Qadar Ilahi. Merungkai satu demi satu perkara seperti mana yang termaktub di dalam Kitabullah. Dan akhirnya muncul satu perkataan dalam sanubari. Subhanallah ! Indahnya Allah swt. Kagum ! Cukup kagum. Rasa rendah diri dan bersyukur kepada Allah. Alhamdulillah. Syukran ya rabbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-6960809124533185380?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6960809124533185380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/indahnya-hidup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6960809124533185380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6960809124533185380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/indahnya-hidup.html' title='Indahnya hidup'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-8534885368042004154</id><published>2011-04-09T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:28:11.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bila manusia dalam perbuatan maksiat, imannya ditarik Allah selama dia dalam perbuatan maksiat itu. Namun, bila dia bertaubat, menyesal dan menangis, kemungkinan besar itulah saat imannya berada di kemuncak :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 175, 186);"&gt;Subhanallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-8534885368042004154?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/8534885368042004154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/iman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8534885368042004154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8534885368042004154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/iman.html' title='Iman'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7333268801921518484</id><published>2011-04-08T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:32:35.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Antara banyak-banyak entri, entri ni yang rasa overexcited nak tulis. Hehehe. 25 til 27 March lepas kitorang ada camping for Islamic Studies. Camping ni memang best ! Camping paling best yang saya pernah pergi rasanya. Aktiviti semua cool gila. Actually, masa camping ni perasaan excited tu bercampur dengan stress. So nak kata excited sangat tu taklah. Stress sebab assignments tak siap lagi masa tu. Kebetulan on Monday, I have Biology presentation. Slides pun tak siap lagi. Cuak pun ada. So masa camping tu memang enjoylah. Cuma stress tu tak boleh hilang. Overall, memang best !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 409px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dulu sebelum masuk Sunway University, rasa cuak jugak sebab asyik dengar benda negatif pasal IPTS ni. Tapi Alhamdulillah, meskipun bilangan Malaysian students yang beragama Islam tu sikit tapi tidak menghalang program-program berbentuk Islami macam ni diadakan :) Best sangat ! Rasa macam sedih ja bila dah nak habis semester. Entah lepas ni ada peluang lagi tak kitorang dapat gather macam ni. Kitorang dah macam one big family ! Sayang kawan-kawan saya sangat sangat :) Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-7333268801921518484?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7333268801921518484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7333268801921518484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7333268801921518484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-9173165688299116746</id><published>2011-04-08T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:32:35.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Bowling dekat Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. Dah habis satu cerita. Ada lagi satu cerita. Ni lah akibatnya menangguh entri. Hehehe. 31 March yang lepas, Monash University Foundation Year or MUFY (program yang saya buat sekarang) organized MUFY Games. Pernah tak saya bagitau betapa sayangnya saya pada Sunway University ni ! Memang remaja lah MUFY ni. Haha. Kalau last semester MUFY organized Sharity event, semester ni pula diorang buat aktiviti bersukan. Tapi bukan nak cerita pasal tu. One day before MUFY Games, kitorang lepak kat Summit. Sebab kawan-kawan saya ni joined bowling for MUFY Games. So nak pendekkan cerita, lepak kat Summit main bowling ni untuk practice. Hehe. Memang best !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 599px; height: 400px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dah puas main bowling after that kitorang pergi makan kat SS15. Haaa. Makanan dia memang sedap ! Memang betul apa yang Shazea cakap. Sampai sekarang duk mengidam nak makan Buttermilk lagi. Yang bestnya, bila dah sampai kat restoran tu tetiba perasan kedai Button My Buttons located kat 1st floor memang kat atas restoran tu. Excited sangat sebab dah lama nak pergi kedai Shahida Shariff ni :) Okay. Tambah excited bila ternampak Tiz Zaqyah. Hehehe. Memang best ! Mana dengan lawak Iqbal pasal camping hari tu. Best gila dapat lepak makan makanan yang sedap malam tu. Time dah sampai kat Casa Subang, sempat pulak melalak  dengan kawan-kawan kat dalam kereta Shazea. Haha okay fine. Memang rindulah ! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-9173165688299116746?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/9173165688299116746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/bowling-dekat-summit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/9173165688299116746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/9173165688299116746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/bowling-dekat-summit.html' title='Bowling dekat Summit'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3020707395498063944</id><published>2011-04-05T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:32:35.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Restoran Murni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entri berupa diari harian yang telah lama terperap sebagai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;draft&lt;/span&gt; ini akhirnya berjaya saya published. Banyak lagi entri-entri macam ni duk terperap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a draft&lt;/span&gt; sebab tiada masa nak update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_6515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teka siapa. Cepat cepat teka cepat ! Inilah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://senozea.blogspot.com"&gt;Shazea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yang tersayang ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay ceritanya begini. Khamis lepas kitorang ada post-mortem sempena camping Islamic Studies yang lepas. Then kitorang buat jamuan sikit. Makan Domino's Pizza. Shazea yang ordered. Although dah makan two slices, tapi perut ni still rasa lapar. So kitorang lepak and dinner together malam tu. Kalau tak silap nama restoran tu Restoran Murni. Kitorang semua ada lapan orang. So kena guna dua kereta, kereta Shazea and Affan. Yang bestnya malam tu, rasa heaven gila. Makanan sedap! Serius sedap. Then kitorang order tiga large drinks. Tamak gila. Tapi Alhamdulillah habis jugak. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil-sambil makan tu sempatlah juga kitorang ambil gambar. Tapi tak banyak. Kalau banyak pun tak semua masuk kat blog ni. Haha. Apa pun malam tu full blast gila :) Tapi tak complete sebab Fatin Amirah tak dapat join. Fatin Amirah ni kalau dah bergabung dengan Shazea (macam Power Rangers tu), memang tak kering gusi lah kitorang. Sebab tu tak meriah kalau takde salah seorang dari diorang ni. Haha. But that's okay sebab next week kitorang akan bercuti ke Melaka ! :D Excited excited. Ni lah first trip kitorang bercuti ramai-ramai. And yang paling excited dapat pergi dengan diorang ni hah :D Can't wait !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3020707395498063944?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3020707395498063944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/restoran-murni.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3020707395498063944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3020707395498063944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/restoran-murni.html' title='Restoran Murni'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4893384812336906213</id><published>2011-04-02T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:33:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sheltering Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an interesting story to tell. May Allah bless us all. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are involved in religious work sometimes have to point out the faults of others in order to save them from acts of sin. In these instances it is essential to ensure that one does not belittle the person he is advising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was once a man from the Banu Israel, whose piety was so great that Allah SWT had instructed a cloud to shelter him at all times. Once whilst this pious person was resting during a journey a person who was renowned for his sins passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon seeing the pious person this sinful person thought to himself that let me benefit from the company of this pious servant of Allah. Thus the sinner came and sat right next to the pious man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The pious person immediately &amp;amp; with great anger got up from his place. For he could not bear the fact that such a great sinner should sit next to him. As he stood up however the pious person noticed to his amazement that the cloud was no longer sheltering him. Rather, it was sheltering the sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In confusion the pious man at once went to the Prophet of that time &amp;amp; requested him to explain what has happened. The Prophet explained: Because the man who came to you came with admiration for your taqwah Allah SWT elevated him to your status  and because you looked down upon him Allah SWT degraded you to his status. As a result the cloud was removed from you and given to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look down upon no soul. For you know not what is in their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“And whether you hide your word or publish it, He certainly has full knowledge, of the secrets of all hearts.” (Quran 67:13)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Source from Islamic Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-4893384812336906213?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4893384812336906213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/sheltering-cloud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4893384812336906213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4893384812336906213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/sheltering-cloud.html' title='The Sheltering Cloud'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6695432656279037801</id><published>2011-04-02T09:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:09:28.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear little sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 359px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_52012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A special entry dedicated to a wonderful sister that I've ever had. I've known you for seventeen years three months and two days. And it's been a pleasant journey indeed. Though at certain moments we were in a cat-dog situation. Funny whenever I recall those moments back...it only creates a smile. And now you're going to leave us to achieve your ambition soon. Half of me feel proud. Nevertheless, I feel sad. Soon as I finish my studies and go back home, you're about to leave. Or maybe had left. Sometimes it makes me think, how fast the time goes by that you're about to become a woman. We. About to become a woman. I miss all the fun that we had. The time we'd spent together. The gossip. Tears. Laughter. Not everyone can have the kind of relationship we have. I'm grateful. You're my sister and my best friend. Someday we're going to be a housewife, a mother. I wonder...can we still enjoy the fun like we used to have during childhood? Philippines. I know it's not that far as from here to London nor America. But still it is far from our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do it. I know. Cause I've put all my trust on you for seventeen years. And you never disappoint me. Dear pilot to be, listen to your heart. Go on and fulfil your dream. Remember. We'll always be sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear little sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good luck with your studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From me, your good friend, your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-6695432656279037801?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6695432656279037801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-little-sister.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6695432656279037801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6695432656279037801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-little-sister.html' title='Dear little sister'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6494747447356620464</id><published>2011-04-02T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:07:28.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just had my breakfast. Alhamdulillah. For those who have left their blog links, I've added yours to my blog. Thank you so much. I had fun reading your posts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-6494747447356620464?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6494747447356620464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-note.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6494747447356620464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6494747447356620464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-note.html' title='Short Note'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-8139122028677346811</id><published>2011-04-01T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:12:15.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>You and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 386px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_4846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I believe that two people are connected at heart, and it doesn’t matter what you do or who you are or where you live, there are no boundaries or barriers of two people are destined to be together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Julia Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-8139122028677346811?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/8139122028677346811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8139122028677346811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/8139122028677346811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-and-i.html' title='You and I'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6696099991603818670</id><published>2011-03-31T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:49:40.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you only knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss every single thing about us&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If and only you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-6696099991603818670?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6696099991603818670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-only-knew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6696099991603818670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6696099991603818670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-only-knew.html' title='If you only knew'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-446930241933992876</id><published>2011-03-29T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:27:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LillahiTaala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lhrw3zz2Th1qhar2so1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love flowers. I love butterflies. I love roses. All of them are beautiful. As beautiful as the Creator. I love nature. Cause it's natural. Everything. How the rivers flow. How the trees grow. It's amazing how He had created everything. I love winter. I love white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Try to love everything lillahiTaala (because of Allah). With His permission, everything will be wonderful. May Allah bless us all. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-446930241933992876?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/446930241933992876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/lillahitaala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/446930241933992876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/446930241933992876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/lillahitaala.html' title='LillahiTaala'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5384374689414333852</id><published>2011-03-29T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:29:06.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lgcpmw2SQd1qd1m1xo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 175, 186);"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt; things can go back the way they were before.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5384374689414333852?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5384374689414333852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5384374689414333852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5384374689414333852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2922040843848820705</id><published>2011-03-21T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:26:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Islam and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A British man came to Sheikh and asked: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why is not permissible in Islam for women to shake hands with a man?&lt;/span&gt; The Sheikh said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Can you shake hands with Queen Elizabeth?&lt;/span&gt; British man said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of course not, there are only certain people who can shake hands with Queen Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;. Sheikh replied: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Our women are queens and queens do not shake hands with strange men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-2922040843848820705?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2922040843848820705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/islam-and-women.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2922040843848820705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2922040843848820705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/islam-and-women.html' title='Islam and Women'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-2301411246678919211</id><published>2011-03-18T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:11:53.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>Face it all with a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 473px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation- but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides that makes the whole thing worthwhile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Nicholas Sparks (The Last Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-2301411246678919211?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/2301411246678919211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/face-it-all-with-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2301411246678919211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/2301411246678919211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/face-it-all-with-smile.html' title='Face it all with a smile'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-208118607919350540</id><published>2011-03-18T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:23:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lfykpxbr2D1qfateqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't describe how stressful I am lately. And how addicted I am with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mountain Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I know I had a lot of caffeine for the past few days. It's unhealthy. Well. Both are just the same. Unhealthy. The weather outside is perfect enough for me to take a nap. I'm so tired with homework, presentation, tests, as well as the rest of the assignments. Desperate for a vacation. That's exactly how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-208118607919350540?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/208118607919350540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-describe-how-stressful-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/208118607919350540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/208118607919350540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-describe-how-stressful-i-am.html' title='Sighing'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3589061627042604997</id><published>2011-03-16T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:30:55.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—  Jane Austen (Northanger Abbey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3589061627042604997?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3589061627042604997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/value-of-friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3589061627042604997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3589061627042604997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/value-of-friendship.html' title='The Value of Friendship'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3808178654941295828</id><published>2011-03-12T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:44:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_9357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss her and my family back in Sabah :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3808178654941295828?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3808178654941295828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3808178654941295828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3808178654941295828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5853157854463081074</id><published>2011-03-12T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:19:56.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still reading your beautiful and awesome blogs. Hehe Too many interesting topics to read. Oh and I will add your link(s) soon. Will continue reading in a bit. I've been sitting in this chair since this evening. Hehe thanks for the url(s) everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5853157854463081074?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5853157854463081074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderful-stories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5853157854463081074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5853157854463081074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonderful-stories.html' title='Wonderful stories'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-4820978839689964815</id><published>2011-03-12T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:33:06.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me your link</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys and girls, if you don't mind please drop your link here (click comment). Blog or tumblr, both will do. Or if you have a blog shop, you can drop your blog shop link too. I don't mind. As long as I have something to read on. Merely to fulfill my time. I really need to avoid books for awhile. Thanks! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-4820978839689964815?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/4820978839689964815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/give-me-your-link.html#comment-form' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4820978839689964815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/4820978839689964815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/give-me-your-link.html' title='Give me your link'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5720181204821652234</id><published>2011-03-12T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:25:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 602px; height: 387px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_5018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always wanted to take pictures of the city and edit it this way. Thanks to my beloved guy best friend, Ejad! He taught me how. Picture above shows the nearest shopping mall located near Sunway University (which is just a five-minutes-walk through the Canopy bridge) - Sunway Pyramid. I can't wait to take more pictures. Oh, this picture was taken from my room (yes I have the most wonderful view ever). You can see Sunway Lagoon too from here. Walaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5720181204821652234?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5720181204821652234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/neon-light.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5720181204821652234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5720181204821652234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/neon-light.html' title='Neon Light'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1558034078529949752</id><published>2011-03-11T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:40:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl with big dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/tumblr_lhss67mgdi1qciek8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale" - Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;There are many things inspired me lately. There comes a time where I feel like almost giving up. I admit that. Although I haven't really achieve what I want, I'm still proud of myself that I can stand in here for this long. Instead of giving up, I move forward and chose to proceed without looking back. I've almost forgotten that I have a dream to achieve. A dream which I've built in my heart and mind since I was little. A dream which I am really that eager to achieve. The only thing that I lack of is effort. Well, that is what as far as I can see. Sometimes we don't always get what we want. And sometimes we will get what we want but it's just a matter of time. Just believe that God has a better plan for us. As I go through each day of my life, I began to realize why there are always obstacles in everything that I've planned in order to achieve my dream. Trust me, if you ever go through this kind of situation, you'll realize sooner or later that life is wonderful. I'm grateful and thankful to God that I have both of my parents, my two wonderful siblings and best friends to support me. Well...not all of the people which I've known are that supportive. Sometimes it hurts to hear negative responses from others. But in the end, it is all yours. Your own decision. Determination. Effort. And yeah, passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-1558034078529949752?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1558034078529949752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-with-big-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1558034078529949752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1558034078529949752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-with-big-dreams.html' title='A girl with big dreams'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6462963295030063724</id><published>2011-03-11T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:47:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm scared for the fact that my family is in KK, Sabah. And I'm scared for the fact that I'm far away from them. I wish I can be there with them. Heard warnings all over the radio. I'm scared. I swear that only God knows what I feel right now. I've been sitting in front of my laptop since this evening listening to the current news (online) from the radio. Heard 'Sabah' been mentioned many times, my mind started to imagine stupid things (which of course annoys me). Hope there will be great news soon, just to settle myself and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-6462963295030063724?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6462963295030063724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6462963295030063724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6462963295030063724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1987359002110859768</id><published>2011-03-11T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:08:58.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;News spread fast across the social networks, newspaper, radio, etc. Bet you've heard the news. Tsunami slams Japan. Just a few days ago my brother called and asked me to choose either Japan or Korea cause they were planning to go traveling end of this year. And I said I would love to go to Japan, but Korea will be okay for me too. Now, there are many hash tags with "pray for Japan" phrase on Twitter. The word 'scared' are everywhere. Obviously, this is a test from Him. And warning too. Despite the advanced technology they created, it's still not able to match the power of God. By watching the video, I couldn't imagine myself in their situation. Some might cried. That's just...by watching the video. We should be grateful for that. Alhamdulillah. Right now, the only thing that we can do is pray. Hope that Allah will protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Dan sekiranya ajal akan menjemput kita tidak lama lagi, biarlah kita mati dalam keadaan syahid lillahitaala"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-1987359002110859768?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1987359002110859768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1987359002110859768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1987359002110859768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-pray.html' title='I pray'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-114002084643312788</id><published>2011-03-08T16:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:11:53.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos Journal'/><title type='text'>Hello !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_4799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Alright, lemme update this entry properly. So yeah, been away for quite a while. I rarely update my blog lately. This semester is the same as the last semester, short plus fast and hectic! Most of my time are filled with assignments and homework. I hope I did not disappoint you readers with the lack of updates. I don't feel like blogging when I'm busy. Normally it took me about half an hour to finish my story. Anyhow, I'll make sure that I update this blog from time to time. So I still have two and a half months before final exam. Yes, I am nervous cause this is my last semester. InshaAllah, after this I'll continue my studies to degree level. Well, look at how fast the time goes by! I barely able to remember when was the last time I started to blog. Anyways, I'm gonna stop til here. Thanks for reading my entry, take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-114002084643312788?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/114002084643312788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/114002084643312788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/114002084643312788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html' title='Hello !'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6801801589013198369</id><published>2011-02-26T10:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:01:55.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iklan Untuk si Shopaholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello readers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mohon maaf sebab blog di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kan beberapa jam yang lalu. Fuhhh, agak sakit hati la jugak tengok semua gambar manusia bertukar jadi katak. That's okay, let it be. Anyway, I won't let my emotional feeling disrupt my blogging mood. Alright, so entri hari ni I personally nak kongsi and at the same time helping my friends to promote their blogshop. Alright, before this ramai jugak yang bertanya mana nak dapat shawl cantik, cute, cun, comel and so forth. So my answer will be &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/the-precious-pumpkins-hearts/299348230803"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! The Precious Pumpkins. Ownernya my friend. Satu kolej, course yang sama. And if you ask her, memang I pelanggan tetap dia HAHA okay, I pernah beli inner dari dia and memang best! Shawl yang dia jual pun cantik cantik tau :) So you girls jangan lupa visit tau. Next, blog shop kawan I jugak. &lt;a href="http://wardrobeladette.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Wardrobe Ladette&lt;/a&gt;. Blog shop ni baru. This time tak perlu nak spend your money on expensive clothes cause this blog shop offers great and affordable prices! Alright, don't forget to visit both of these online shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Nak update entri harian pulak lepas ni! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by! Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-6801801589013198369?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6801801589013198369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/iklan-untuk-si-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6801801589013198369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6801801589013198369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/iklan-untuk-si-shopaholic.html' title='Iklan Untuk si Shopaholic!'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-6434888872417993386</id><published>2011-02-19T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:30:42.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends Forever'/><title type='text'>Berfoya-foya bersama mereka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_45662-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Best friend sampai mati" - Ejad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dah lama rasanya nak edit entri harian, tapi takde mood. Tapi hari ni lain cerita, macam mana penat sekali pun happy sangatla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;h sebab dapat jumpa best friend sejak azali lagi yang rasa macam berdekad dah tak jumpa dia. Tak lain tak bukan, si keding sorang ni hah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suhairizad Jasmin&lt;/span&gt;. Tau lah tak banyak cerita pasal dia ni. Sebab dia duduk KL. Jarak KL dari Sabah tu jauh, kalau nak tau lah. Kitorang dah lama kenal, since Form 3 lagi. First time jumpa pun masa Form 3, tapi hujung tahun. Masa jumpa tu sumpah dia keding gila. Masa tu dia pendek l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;agi. Jangan makan hati Ejad, aku tau kau sayang aku hakhak* Sekarang dia dah tinggi. Hensem macam SRK! Mulut dia laser gila hari ni. Tapi takpelah, bukan selalu dapat dengar mulut laser kau. So, we're mostly like siblings. Two years ago, dia merajuk sebab tak sempat nak hangout. Cause masa tu dah 2 tahun tak jumpa dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bila ada peluang bercuti kat KL dia excited gila. So sekarang, aku kat KL ni kau jangan nak mengada takde masa nak hangout mangkuk! Dah lama kot kitorang tak ambil gambar together. Sebab tulah excited gila nak update entri ni. Gambar masa first time kitorang jumpa pun dah hilang sebab Uncle Pencuri dah bawak lari laptop hishhh Tak sempat nak pergi openhouse rumah Ejad last year. Kalau tak dapat rasa masakkan dia. Entah perut aku boleh digest ke tak Jad. Anyway, Kakai pun join sekali! Rindu Kakai. Sudah 2 or 3 tahun tak jumpa :) Thanks Kaaaaaaai for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading Salam :)&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/5154870341168466812-6434888872417993386?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/6434888872417993386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/berfoya-foya-bersama-mereka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6434888872417993386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/6434888872417993386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/berfoya-foya-bersama-mereka.html' title='Berfoya-foya bersama mereka.'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-5037148525821381316</id><published>2011-02-19T01:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:29:11.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 602px; height: 397px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_4320-Copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with my Indonesian friends just now. We went to Sunway Pyramid and watched movie. They are all nice and I love Indonesian people! So we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Strings Attached&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to my roommate for the suggestion. But yeah, it was a good movie. All I can say is I hate the first part and love the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So, I have a new addiction other than a Blackberry. I have my eye on Nikon D7000. Super cool! I wanna own one. Been thinking about changing the lenses for my Canon too. Let's swap the mood shall we? My passion for photography and cameras has arisen once again. Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to share. Take care people, good night.&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-5037148525821381316?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/5037148525821381316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5037148525821381316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/5037148525821381316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-1724163954468403996</id><published>2011-02-15T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:30:42.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends Forever'/><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/167009_1519115072470_1672328874_1052222_8300365_n2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5154870341168466812-1724163954468403996?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/1724163954468403996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1724163954468403996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/1724163954468403996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-7714362561873538686</id><published>2011-02-15T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:19:19.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophet Muhammad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;hello readers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's Maulidur Rasul today!&lt;br /&gt;Salam Maulidur Rasul everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day alright? Take care &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-7714362561873538686?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/7714362561873538686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/prophet-muhammads-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7714362561873538686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/7714362561873538686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/prophet-muhammads-birthday.html' title='Prophet Muhammad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3848162345253346879</id><published>2011-02-12T11:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:07:07.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends Forever'/><title type='text'>Photo shoot with my BFFs and Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 567px; height: 378px;" src="http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m552/IekaAhmad/IMG_16312-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello readers,&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been away for so long! Anyway, me and my two best buddies had a photo shoot last month. That was soon after I arrived in KK. We had lots and lotsa fun during the day, although we were having trouble to settle down with the heat and such. It was just for fun. I miss my best friends so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/7164/16777818577528499041423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ying and Durra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a few days ago me and my colleagues had a sleepover at Ying's house. We had fun exploring Bangsar and the food too! Ying brought her CRV, there were eight of us and bapaaak we all had to huddle to get into the car! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/2221/16769318185737497811403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/657/16890918185756698291403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on our way to Sunway University hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lotsa fun too! The idea was to accompany Ying she was all alone at home since her parents went to Aussie, and to study for our upcoming test. In the end, the temptation was too high! TV was there in front of us, and lotsa games. We studied but just for a few minutes. We ate tom yam that night and it was so de-li-cious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/2973/18068718577524098931423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5702/18266818185542292931403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img805.imageshack.us/img805/1503/18200018211903351941403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was during our Islamic Studies class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all :) I'll update more from time to time, InshaAllah. Take care dearies. Salam, hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154870341168466812-3848162345253346879?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3848162345253346879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/photo-shoot-with-my-bffs-and-sleepover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3848162345253346879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3848162345253346879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/02/photo-shoot-with-my-bffs-and-sleepover.html' title='Photo shoot with my BFFs and Sleepover'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154870341168466812.post-3293088470411137780</id><published>2011-01-20T13:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:08:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasa kehilangan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Assalamualaikum. Hello readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know where to begin this entry with. Seumur hidup saya, tak pernah rasa kehilangan dua orang insan yang paling saya sayangi dalam waktu yang terdekat. Arwah abang baru ja meninggal dunia hujung tahun lepas, tiba-tiba dikejutkan dengan berita nenek sudah meninggal dunia. How mighty Allah is, there's no sign at all showing that my grandma will leave us for the rest of our life. Terlalu besar dugaan yang Allah bagi. Saya percaya Allah mahu menguji iman saya dan ahli keluarga yang lain. Pada mulanya, saya terima berita ni dengan hati yang tenang dan sabar. Saya cuba tahan diri dari menitiskan air mata. Saya sedekahkan Yassin. Tapi semalam, iman saya betul-betul diuji Allah. Kadang-kadang kesunyian itu benar-benar menyeksa jiwa. Sukar untuk saya tahan. I was crying all night. I miss everyone. And I miss him. He will always be there for me to calm me and taking care of me. Saya dapat rasakan terlalu banyak perubahan. Saya dapat rasa kehilangan orang-orang yang saya sayang. And I woke up this morning, Alhamdulillah, saya boleh terima pemergian arwah dan saya boleh terima kehilangan orang yang saya sayang. Yang hidup pasti akan lalui sakaratul maut. Hanya doa yang mampu saya berikan. Saya akui saya rindu keadaan seperti dulu. Dan saya rindu diri saya yang dulu. Saya rindu untuk senyum dan ketawa seperti dulu. Saya tahu hidup perlu diteruskan. Apa pun yang berlaku, pasti ada hikmah disebaliknya. Saya yakin pada qada dan qadar Allah. Takdir Allah. Entri saya kali ni terlalu banyak isi tersirat. Mungkin sebab saya rasa agak sukar untuk jelaskan maksud yang ingin saya sampaikan. Saya harap sangat Allah menentukan takdir yang baik selepas apa yang saya lalui. Saya bersyukur semua ini berlaku sebab saya yakin suatu hari nanti pasti saya pasti akan temui kebahagiaan lagi. Allah Maha Kuasa bukan? Segala yang Dia lakukan, Subhanallah, sangat indah. Sukar untuk diungkapkan dengan kata-kata. Sehingga mampu untuk menitiskan air mata seseorang untuk mengungkapkan keagunganNya. Apa pun, thank you my dear friends for all of the supports. Hanya Allah yang mampu membalas kebaikan kalian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Salam.&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/5154870341168466812-3293088470411137780?l=katahatieka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/feeds/3293088470411137780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/01/rasa-kehilangan.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3293088470411137780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154870341168466812/posts/default/3293088470411137780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katahatieka.blogspot.com/2011/01/rasa-kehilangan.html' title='Rasa kehilangan.'/><author><name>Ieka Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09522416062891051936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ButNxNYCXkc/Tnqm5EPutrI/AAAAAAAADJc/Uyg8aMqCav0/s220/inpinkveil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
