<?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-7168877</id><updated>2011-11-27T00:14:33.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehembus nafasku berlari</title><subtitle type='html'>Kerana Mujahid yang Berjihad adalah..Tentere Allah Wira Pendekar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5861262219503381746</id><published>2009-07-17T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:01:58.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalam Kemalasan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dalam Kemalasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, saya memang pemalas. Kalau nak baca blog orang pun tak sempat, apatah lagi nak update blog sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada cerita pun, cerita pasal Nufayl je lah. My life story is already too complicated and too hectic that I don't even know where to begin. Ceh, drama giler la aku nih...kehkeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey lah, this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nufay at 14 months&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His 3rd word after Babah and Mama is 'Jatuh'. Most probably due to my excessive and constant warnings such as 'Nufayl, jatuh nanti' or 'No Nufayl, nanti jatuh' or 'Jatuh karang, Nufayl...' dan ayat-ayat yang seumpama dengannya. So, yeah..no surprise there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am teaching him body parts. Currently I am introducing him to Nose, Eye and Mouth. Slow-slow, kata orang jawa. So far, when I say to him 'where's your nose Nufayl?' Dia sudah cucuk hidung mama. 'Where's your eye Nufayl?' Dia mula korek mama punya mata. But when it comes to Mouth, dia tersengih-sengih... blurr lagi la tu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is very attached to his maktok's (my mother) handphone sebab handphone maktok ada surah al-Fatihah bacaan Sulaiman Yala. Sebab maktok pun selalu jaga Nufayl waktu mama outstation, maktok ada personal goal which is to help Nufayl in remembering  the whole al-Fatihah by the age of 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nufayl can briefly perform a solah. Every time he hears 'Allahu Akbar' he will start with putting his 2 arms below his belly. He will then whisper something that I couldn't figure out since it is distinctively different from his usual babbling which is normally loud and clear. Then he will ruku' but didn't really put his hands on his knees. So it looks like he is trying to sit on an imaginary chair. His sujud also didn't involve knees, therefore it looks like he is exercising with his head, hands and feet on the floor and his butt up high. He will finish the prayer with wiping his face with both of his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty surprise when I learned about this because the first time he showed it to us was when we was watching television and there was adzhan on the telly. He must have self-learned this when we were praying near him and we thought he was just strolling around us, trying to find stuff for him to play. Previously, he has never shown any interest in imitating us when we were praying. I should take some pictures of him, baru best tunjuk kat dia bila dia besar nanti..heheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Still isap jari almost all the time. Still inseparable from his ulat aka wormy which he loves to bite (mostly the nose). Hmmmm.. apa yang mama nak buat nih. Gigi dah 6 batang, pakai braces je la Nufayl besar nanti ye :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Daily routine kat nursery as told by Ain, Nufayl's favourite kakak nursery: Nufayl tidur dari pagi babah hantar nursery sampai pukul 9.30 am. Bangun minum susu. Pastu start main tak hingat. Pukul 12, jalan masuk dapur cari makanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Walaupun Nufayl nampak bam-bam, berat dia hanya 9.4 kg only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Loves air masak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Doesn't like anything cold like ice cream of anything yang lembik lemah gemalai like puding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nufayl can talk for hours on the phone. Tak tau la cakap dengan sapa. Dengan macam bisnes penting je..heheheh. Tapi sebelum dia cakap, dia mesti akan dial dulu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Baru beli kasut baru sebab sepasang kasut tu dah koyak, sepasang lagi dah tak muat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kalau nak tidur, Nufal lebih gemar tidur ikut position dia dalam perut during my 3rd trimester, which is kepala kat bawah, kaki atas bantal. Kalau letak dia tidur atas bantal elok-elok pun, kengkadang bila bangun dah terbalik dah position dia. Apa Nufayl rindu ke nak masuk dalam perut mama balik? :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl, Mama love you. 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It's the time for the underdog to shine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.hidayah.edu.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=121&amp;Itemid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabu, 29 April 09, 11.45 mlm.  Pasukan pendebat-pendebat cemerlang SMIH berserta rombongan, yang diketuai oleh Pengetua, telah disambut penuh meriah setibanya di Sekolah Islam Hidayah.  Rombongan yang sampai di sekolah sekitar jam 11.30 malam, disambut dengan paluan kompang dan jambak-jambak bunga berwarna warni di pintu masuk sekolah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara warga Hidayah yang turut serta termasuklah pimpinan Board of Trustee (BOT), Lembaga Pengelola (LPH), PIBG SRIH dan SMIH, guru-guru, ibu bapa, pelajar-pelajar dan sanak saudara.  Ramai dikalangan warga Hidayah telah menunggu kepulangan mereka seawal 10 malam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya mereka kira-kira 11.30 malam, mereka disambut dengan laungan takbir, paluan kompang dan nasyid dari kumpulan nasyid SMIH, Najahan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasa kegembiraan begitu terasa sekali.  Masing-masing pendebat, Pengetua, guru pengiring, jurulatih debat dan semua ahli rombongan tidak putus-putus mendapat ucapan tahniah dari semua hadirin yang mampu mengucapkannya di majlis tersebut.  Jambangan bunga juga silih berganti tangan tanda kegembiraan dan tahniah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada 29 April 2009, Pendebat SMIH telah dinobatkan sebagai johan dalam debat Bahasa Melayu dan Naib Johan dalam debat  Bahasa Inggeris dalam pertandingan debat antara sekolah-sekolah seluruh Malaysia di UIA Gombak.  Kejayaan seumpama ini merupakan pertama kali dalam sejarah 8 tahun penganjuran debat UIA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada tahun 2005 sekolah ternama Malay College of Kuala Kangsar (MCKK) pernah mencapai kejayaan di mana kedua-dua  kumpulan pendebat BM dan BI mereka sampai ke peringkat akhir, namun kedua-duanya berakhir dengan hanya mendapat naib johan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debat UIA adalah antara acara debat tahunan yang berprestij.  Banyak sekolah-sekolah seluruh Malaysia, tanpa mengira latarbelakang, akan menghantar kumpulan pendebat mereka.  Debat UIA boleh dikatakan gelangang terbaik untuk setiap sekolah menguji kehebatan pasukan debat masing-masing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir semua pasukan pendebat tersohor dari sekolah berasrama penuh ternama menyertai pertandingan ini termasuklah KISAS (dulu KIK), MCKK, TKC, RMC, STAR, STF, SDAR dan MRSM.  Bagi sekolah biasa tidak ternama, di sini merupakan gelangang terbaik mereka untuk menguji kehebatan pasukan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertandingan debat antara sekolah seumpama ini pernah terkenal di era 70an dan 80an dahulu yang lebih dikenali dengan debat Piala Perdana Menteri (PPM).  Namun PPM terhad penyertaannya hanya kepada sekolah berasrama penuh sahaja.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Pengetua SMIH mengucapkan setinggi-tinggi kesyukuran di atas kejayaan berganda ini dan mengucapkan terimakasih kepada semua yang terlibat samada nyata atau tersembunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perkembangan berkaitan, SMIH pula akan menganjurkan debat peringkat antarabangsa yang dijadualkan akan berlangsung pada Julai 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, you can visit: http://hidayah.edu.my/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-2345584428141518675?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/2345584428141518675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=2345584428141518675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2345584428141518675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2345584428141518675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/05/smih-muncul-juara-debat-antara-sekolah.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1567841861103780169</id><published>2009-05-02T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:54:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita di hari Cuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cerita di Hari Cuti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak bosan melayari kehidupan hujung minggu ni walaupun hari Jumaat cuti Hari Pekerja. Sebabnya By telah meninggalkan kitorang berdua untuk pergi memancing laut dalam kat Kuantan nun. Dari awal tahun lagi By dah mintak permit untuk pergi memancing laut dalam (mancing biasa2 tepi longkang atau tepi tasik tak kire, itu pakai permit kelas rendah sikit), permit telah diapprove oleh bini beliau dengan kondisi 2 kali setahun saje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun tak kisah sebenarnya, itu hobi dia and i respect that. Antara hobi2 beliau yang lain yang saya tak leh nak join adalah main golf (sebab tak berapa nak terrer) dan jugak motor besar (sebab itu mottot sudah juai maaa). Hanya motor-motor kecik yang bersaiz tak melebihi 30 cm saje yang bisa dikumpul pada waktu ini..heheh. Kena tunggu Nufayl besar sikit la kalau nak beli motor lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By kata Sabtu tengahari dah boleh naik darat, petang Sabtu dah boleh sampai rumah. Tapi bila dah pukul 6 petang lebih, By masih tak 'report' akan status beliau, saya mulalah tak senang duduk. Apa lah cerita nih, sampai dah nak maghrib tak dengar khabar lagi, dah lah tengah laut tak dapat connection. Saya sudah pun google no. pihak berkuasa kuantan nak check kot2 ada ribut taufan ke pitung beliung ke, tsumawi ke, tsunami ke....Che' tak mau jadi janda maakkk!!! Umuq che' pun belom 26 tahun lagi... (ehem, ehem...4 May ye..ngeheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala kulli hal, time tengah mencucuk2 keyboard untuk menggoogle no.polis kuantan, abanganda bertuah ku tu call. Sebbaik... Rupa-rupanya, group diorang petang tu baru nak naik darat. Sampai darat pun dah nak hampir maghrib... Mula-mula nak marah gak kat beliau nih, tak tau ke orang risau sampai nak repot polis dah. Tapi dengar suara By yang riang ria sambil berbunyi riak sebab beliau berjaya outperformed kengkawan2 beliau yang lain dengan berjaya menarik seekor swordfish yang besau, tak sampai hati pulak nak kill the moment..heheh. Tapi sebab ikan layar (swordfish) orang tak makan, lepas main tarik tali dengan ikan tu, diorang lepaskan je balik dalam laut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Nufayl tak de kat rumah, mesti saya sudah boring tahap cipan senggugut. Terima kasih la Nufayl, sebab temankan mama :). Bestnya Nufayl ni, sebab dia macam mama dia..suka tidur...hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini je lah yang kitorang buat sepanjang 2 hari ni, dicampur jugak dengan perkara-perkara yang sewaktu dengannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jumaat: Tidur balik pagi itu setelah bangun, dari pukul 11 pagi sampai pukul 2 petang. Nufayl selalu tepuk2 muka mama suruh bangun. Kalau mama masih tak bangun, Nufayl main sorang2 tepi mama sambil tepuk lagi muka mama sekali sekala...sampai la mama bangun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Belajar buat 'cak cekur udang gamit' dengan tangan Nufayl. Secara terperincinya, apabila dinyanyikan 'cak cekur udang gamit', satu tangan kena buat bentuk macam 'twit', sambil dikenakan ke tangan yang satu lagi. Ajar Nufayl 2 kali je, dah boleh tangkap dah. Sekarang ni, kalau dia tak tepuk tangan, dia akan buat cak cekur udang gamit pulak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Understands the meaning of 'ball' and his 'wormy'. Kalau mama kata 'Nufayl, where's your Wormy?'..Nufayl akan pusing carik Wormy dia the bagi kat mama. Tapi kejap je pastu amik balik sebab dia nak isap idung Wormy pulak. Kalau mama kata, 'Nufayl where's your ball', Nufayl pun tunjuk la ball yang Aunty Mak kasik untuk birthday dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Still, do NOT understand the word 'NO', tak tahu lah dia tak nak comprehend ke, atau memang rebellious anakku sorang nih. Kalau mama kata NO, Nufayl tengok dulu muka mama, pastu pegi buat lagi benda tuh. Bila mama tepuk2 tangan dia, (memukul secara berhemah :p), dia start main tepuk tangan pulak dah, dia ingat mama nak main tepuk tangan ngan dia ke....ayyooo ini budak aaa, susah mau marah ooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nufayl can access the riskiness of his action pretty well. So far, dia tak pernah buat attempt lagi untuk terjun dari katil. Kalau dia main atas katil pun, bila dah sampai kat tepi tu, pelan2 je dia rendahkan badan dia...takut terjatuh... Tapi si kecik itu sudah pandai hulur kaki ke bawah nak turun katil. Last week dekat nursery, dia sudah panjat tangga naik tingkat atas. Semua orang tak sedar. Tetiba je, dengar suara dia dari atas nangis mintak tolong, sebab tak reti nak turun bawah sendiri. Kira dia tau kalau dia turun ni sure tak selamat punya. Nursery ni pun satu, pemantauan pun ntah hapa-hapa....dibuatnya anak aku tu tergolek ke..na'uzubillah.. Dah la yuran naik rege dari RM 295 to RM 330 sebulan. Harga tinggi macam tu charge kat parents, silalah tengok budak-budak tu betul-betul sikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sajalah entry untuk kali ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Aishah, gambar bunga dan coklat yang aishah hantar kat mak tu along tak sure la upload kat computer mana. Nanti la along carik balik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1567841861103780169?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1567841861103780169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1567841861103780169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1567841861103780169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1567841861103780169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/05/cerita-di-hari-cuti.html' title='Cerita di hari Cuti'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-6245512682245770617</id><published>2009-04-24T12:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:55:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's 1 Year Old Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mama's 1-Year Old Big Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliché as it may sound, time does fly in a blink as I see Nufayl grows up before my eyes. I consider my life's greatest achievement to successfully breastfeed Nufayl with 100% of my own breast milk, and it goes beyond my other achievements and awards received from my schools or listed in the Dean's List for almost every semester or even doing well at work.  As a working mother who TRAVELS A LOT, I have swam through the hardship of maintaining consistency in this field. Time, cost, energy... it takes all to provide the best for my child. I've brought Nufayl flew with me to Labuan and Miri, together with my mom to babysit Nufayl, in addition to Johor, Kerteh and Gurun for my business trips. To spend thousands of dollars on traveling cost just to make sure that I can still breastfeed Nufayl seems to be a justifiable thing to do. Kopak sikit aaa, tapi takpe :p. I also had my share on sleepless nights to express my milk in order for Nufayl to have enough milk at the nursery. After all, it is his undeniable right to been supplied by his mother's milk for at least 2 years. Another 1 year to go....hhmmm...and to think that my EBM stored in the freezer has decreased from 60 bottles to 12 bottles makes me stressed already...aaargghhh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl will turn 1 as of 25 April 2009 and coincides with my department's Kelab Keluarga Bowling Tournament at Mid Valley. I was thinking to buy a cake and distribute it among the staff but I don't think the management of the bowling place will allow that..hehe.. Imagine how messy the place will be :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than happy to see his development from day to day. It brings us laughter and joy and definately the best thing Allah has given to us as His amanah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nufayl is a friendly little guy. Other older kinds (about 2-5 years old) at the nursery loves him very much and even when he started to develop a fever at the nursery and was been placed in his cot, other kids would still gather around the cot and transfer their toys into the cot for Nufayl to play with. Even when I come to pick him up from the nursery, the kids know that I'm Nufay's mother and yell 'Nufayl? Nufayl kat dalam tengah tido !!'. Comeyy giler bebudak nih... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will wave back to everyone who wave at him. Tapi paling tak tahan kalau Nufayl babai dari dalam cot waktu mama kat dalam toilet. Sebab Nufayl akan nangis kalau tak nampak mama, mama akan bukak pintu toilet kalau nak ambik wudhu' ke atau buat le pape yang patut. Dia akan babai la mama dari masa mama masuk toilet sampai la mama keluar toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Understand what is 'hot' and 'cold'. When I'm eating something cold and say to him that it's cold, he'll voluntarily touch the bowl/container with his PALM. When I serve him his solid food, I'll say 'Hot, Nufayl. This is hot'. He will slowly touch the bowl with his FINGERS and sometimes only his jari telunjuk sticks out. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will nod his head when we ask a question. Will also shake his head saying 'no' mostly when he is too full after gulping 2 bowls of food. No wonder he is a bam-bam boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Excellent imitator. Understand and know that the tv and the air-cond remote controller controls those items, respectively. He will pick those remotes and point at the tv/air-cond, konon nak bukak la tu. Will gelek-gelek with his arms to imitate some else's punya gelek-gelek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will clap his hands if someone says 'tepuk Nufayl tepuk...' and 'pandai...'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Very attached to a caterpillar toy aka his bantal busuk. My concern, he will put his fingers AUTOMATICALLY upon seeing his 'Wormy'. NEVER been separated from Wormy for more than 30 minutes. So I have to buy another Wormy because that worm needs to be washed weekly. Terbang lagi 60 hinggit. Nufayl loves to gentel his Wormy's red nose and sucks it, of course. So Wormy's red nose is always wet ALL THE TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nufayl ni rezeki murah, bersesuaian dengan nama Nufayl yang bermaksud hadiah/pemberian. Menarik hadiah/rezeki betul la Nufayl ni. Even his money from his savings account can buy a decent laptop. There was one time, we stopped by a keropok lekor stall and bought things worth RM 20. When we paid the money to the tokeh, the tokeh pulled out his drawer, retrieved RM 10 and gave it to Nufayl. Another time was when we was eating at a restaurant, an old man suddenly gave RM 2 to Nufayl. I'm really impressed on how other people can be nice to strangers. It really makes me want to become a better person myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is already eating his feet!! Is it time for a little baby sister/brother? I hope it's not to soon...heheh. Mama baru nak tangkap nafas ni Nufayl :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There was no fancy birthday party or anything for Nufayl's big day of turning 1-year old. I was pretty surprised that Aunty Mak, our neighbor who lives next to our house, gave Nufayl a birthday present. Ingat dia birthday Nufayl, kitorang takde plak heboh2. Mungkin sebab pagi2, my hubby akan bawak Nufayl sembang2 ngan Aunty Mak sebelum pergi kerja..hehe. So, what we did was bought a nice Mango cake, and shared it with our neighbors. Potong-potong, lepas tu bagi je kat jiran-jiran sebelah rumah. Niat kira sedeqah la. Mini kenduri kesyukuran..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Birthday present for Nufayl... we took Nufayl to the National Zoo!! It was a present of memory and experience...kehkehkeh... Malang sekali hujan pulak lepas tu..tak dapat nak berpoya-poya lama-lama. Lepas tu kitorang pergi terus ke PWTC, hari terakhir untuk Book Fair. I bought Zain Bikha's 'Allah Knows'. Fall in love instantly. Have been playing the cd at my office continuously. Until now I keep playing 'My Mom Is Amazing' in my head... Best gile ahh ding-dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Nufayl sayang, semoga anak bujang Mama ni membesar dengan sihat, cerdik dan hensem...:p. Babah dan Mama doakan Nufayl sentiasa di bawah lindungan, kasih-sayang dan rahmat Yang Maha Esa. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SfXT6QCzZII/AAAAAAAAAaI/-Peu9vo0Xu0/s320/april+2009+129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398731755447426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-6245512682245770617?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/6245512682245770617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=6245512682245770617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6245512682245770617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6245512682245770617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/04/mamas-1-year-old-big-boy.html' title='Mama&apos;s 1 Year Old Big Boy'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SfXMKZcpU-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uYTFvmcCOs8/s72-c/april+2009+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-4723347742204895280</id><published>2009-03-08T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:37:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Letting the Inner Self Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to blog, not doing that so much lately&lt;br /&gt;Love to read, not doing that so much lately&lt;br /&gt;Love to write poem, not doing that so much lately&lt;br /&gt;Love to cook, not doing that so much lately&lt;br /&gt;Love to decorate my home, not doing that so much lately&lt;br /&gt;Love to watch Inu Yasha and Fruit Basket, not doing that at all lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing so much lately are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending little time with my baby and hubby &lt;br /&gt;2. Spending more time at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Need to change my work scope so that I can shift the time spent at work to spending more time with my family and I can do those things that I miss :)&lt;br /&gt;Haruskan SGM-ku bole melepaskan? --&gt; Saya nak pindah Kerteh boley..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbNrmV7-tvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rSUtQ9w4r5A/s1600-h/Bowling+-+Proton+%26+Bai%27s+Wedding+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbNrmV7-tvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rSUtQ9w4r5A/s320/Bowling+-+Proton+%26+Bai%27s+Wedding+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706692067866354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbNrmw9ZNCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-7PqH7x50ww/s1600-h/dec08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbNrmw9ZNCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-7PqH7x50ww/s320/dec08+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706699321553954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-4723347742204895280?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/4723347742204895280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=4723347742204895280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4723347742204895280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4723347742204895280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-of-writing.html' title='The Beauty of Writing'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbNrmV7-tvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rSUtQ9w4r5A/s72-c/Bowling+-+Proton+%26+Bai%27s+Wedding+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8537288085855816711</id><published>2009-03-08T00:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:03:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I GOT TAGGED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long due tag. Sorry ye Aliya, mak cik tak sempat la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbMKnsQeUMI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GjX3XkdXW54/s1600-h/nufayl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbMKnsQeUMI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GjX3XkdXW54/s320/nufayl3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310600062611378370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl 1-day old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbMKn-hPsHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aEsaFPlmBsc/s1600-h/dec08+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbMKn-hPsHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/aEsaFPlmBsc/s320/dec08+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310600067513561202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl 10 months and 1 week later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?&lt;br /&gt;Ya'ah. Took about 3 months after we started planning to have a baby. (too much detail, no? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT was your 2nd choice name or your opposite gender name:&lt;br /&gt;'Umar and Yousef (2 nama aci tak?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS? &lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember that I was smiling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT? &lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of pregnancy tests, mission accomplished after the 3rd time...alhamdulillah :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST? My parents (I looked at the pregnancy test result together with my hubby... and I said it best when I say nothing at all)--&gt; tertiru lirik lagu la pulak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX? &lt;br /&gt;Definitely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DUE DATE? &lt;br /&gt;1 May 2008 (Sudah risau semua doctor cuti since it falls on Labour Day :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS? &lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, yes. Even lost 5 kg..(but gained another 15 kg right after the sickness gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Goreng pisang cicah dengan sambal kicap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My boss? hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?&lt;br /&gt;A boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HOW MANY KG DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY? &lt;br /&gt;20 kg? Scarryy... But never regret it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER? &lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW? &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY? &lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, everything was smooth sailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital, Selangor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?&lt;br /&gt;Went in at 9.00 am, the baby came out at 11.59 am. About 3 hours la kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL? &lt;br /&gt;My hero la, sapa lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH? &lt;br /&gt;My dear husband, Dr. Ariza and a team of cheering nurses... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?&lt;br /&gt;Natural with Epi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Yes: &lt;br /&gt;1. Asked for pain killer at 2 am. (still in my ward waiting for bigger opening) &lt;br /&gt;2. Epidural --&gt; during the labor&lt;br /&gt;3. Gas --&gt; post-labour. (due to : I can still feel the needle Dr. Ariza poked me with during the stitching time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH? 3.27 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ? 11.59 am (almost noon), 25 April 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER? Muhammad Nufayl bin Mazri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY? 10 months, 1 week and 3 days (ini sebab ada ticker, okey..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN? InsyaAllah..boleh boleh :). Berapa lagi By..lagi 6 eah.. (pengsan...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8537288085855816711?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8537288085855816711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8537288085855816711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8537288085855816711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8537288085855816711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-post-labour.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SbMKnsQeUMI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GjX3XkdXW54/s72-c/nufayl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5971702324806546711</id><published>2009-02-16T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:24:24.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nufayl @ 9.5-month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nufayl @ 9.5-month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nufayl is having viral fever as I'm typing away, fully asleep under the influence of chlorpheniramine that he just took about half and hour ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that it was only a normal fever, like the last time he had every time he grows his teeth (he already has 2 tiny front teeth, by the way). Usually we'll just cool him down with 'Cool Fever' pads and the fever will go away after 2 days without taking any medication. Since he's still FULLY breastfed, we believe that insyaAllah his immune system is strong enough to fight the virus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fever started on Wednesday when we were in Gurun, Kedah. I had to go for a business trip and brought along Nufayl with me, accompanied by my mother. It was not until Friday that tiny rashes decided to surface all over his body but we thought that was just the fever ending. He was getting better since his temperature was back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came from KL to Penang to pick Nufayl and me up. On the way bak to Gombak we dropped by to check out the beautiful Lake Garden in Taiping. The rashes are still there but he was active like a butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were home, a doctor recommended to have Nufayl tested at a hospital since she worried that he may catch measles or Denggi. So we went to Ampang Puteri SH, let the nurse take a few drops of Nufayl's blood and the result came out negative for both measles and Denggi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMkJFNqjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mMhCpip9h2A/s1600-h/ikan+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMkJFNqjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mMhCpip9h2A/s320/ikan+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072745025546802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lake Garden, Taiping, Perak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMkZOQk4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Mg74_MNKwYc/s1600-h/ikan+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMkZOQk4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Mg74_MNKwYc/s320/ikan+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072749358453634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceria-ceriakan si kecik yang sakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMklsGxOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eiGpq4ZvzWA/s1600-h/ikan+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMklsGxOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eiGpq4ZvzWA/s320/ikan+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303072752704865506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashes penuh pun kena kiss jugak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOFiJ0rBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ViPzphnrCrA/s1600-h/ikan+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOFiJ0rBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ViPzphnrCrA/s320/ikan+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303074418203077650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena bedung dulu, takut Nufayl bersilat pulak atas katil tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOFyCb8jI/AAAAAAAAAW4/O1Ne3eu4IPE/s1600-h/ikan+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOFyCb8jI/AAAAAAAAAW4/O1Ne3eu4IPE/s320/ikan+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303074422467064370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak-ka-bom- Mama try nak buat lawak tapi tak jadi sebab Babah tengak sebok korek hidung Nufayl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOGBS9OyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3JB85opp7-U/s1600-h/ikan+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhOGBS9OyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3JB85opp7-U/s320/ikan+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303074426562886434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik mencemaskan - Ready untuk Nufayl nangis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa hal pun, alhamdulillah... kena makan ubat tahan gatal je. Esok, nak kena try hantar nursery dulu, kalau kena halau dari nursery esok... tepaksa la babah amik cuti jaga Nufayl sebab mama kena masuk opis jugak esok..huarrgggg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5971702324806546711?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5971702324806546711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5971702324806546711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5971702324806546711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5971702324806546711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/02/nufayl-95-month.html' title='Nufayl @ 9.5-month'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SZhMkJFNqjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mMhCpip9h2A/s72-c/ikan+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-586550982419492412</id><published>2009-01-24T13:24:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:15:59.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Singapore &amp; JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trip to Singapore &amp; JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The late update was due to the Israel attack on Gaza right after our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been in our plan for a while to visit Singapore and coincidentally By's motorbike buddies had a plan for a ride to Johor for Nasi Beriani Gam Batu Pahat and Mee Rebus Tulang in Johor Bahru.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqogFInGfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wRff-d4lRmI/s1600-h/dec08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqogFInGfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wRff-d4lRmI/s320/dec08+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294729581015013874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Tailing the ride heading South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqqn1kVImI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ckZeO_eE_ZQ/s1600-h/dec08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqqn1kVImI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ckZeO_eE_ZQ/s320/dec08+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294731913298518626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  We were the only ones traveling by car :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqogo-U5SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yAqtTJgqMrU/s1600-h/dec08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqogo-U5SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yAqtTJgqMrU/s320/dec08+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294729590635554082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  One of the rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop was Nasi Gam Beriani Batu Pahat. Well, funny story...since we were traveling by car, we were a little behind than the motorbikes. There are 2 famous  Nasi Beriani restaurants in Batu Pahat and we confidently went to one of them, yeah..the wrong restaurant apparently. Since we were already there, we just ordered. The 'GAM' Nasi Beriani was already sold out so we just had the normal Nasi Beriani. And masyaAllah, no wonder it was so famous. I could just eat the rice without any chicken or lamb, it was that GOOD. No picture was taken, since we melantak first and just forgot the rest :p. When we met back with the group, the restaurant they went to had no Nasi Beriani left. Bukan rezeki diorang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the group wanted to go to one of the bikers' house to take some pictures with all the bikes lined nicely in front of his new bungalow. We as the ones traveled by car, didn't really think that we could contribute. So we went to Taman Rama-Rama instead, located just near the Batu Gajah Exit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyGDkKK1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hKJZzNE0vzs/s1600-h/dec08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyGDkKK1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hKJZzNE0vzs/s320/dec08+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294740129033366354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFuzNlfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rP4PAx-xzYE/s1600-h/dec08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFuzNlfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rP4PAx-xzYE/s320/dec08+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294740123459360242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFVR44cI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EreLy8RDcYw/s1600-h/dec08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFVR44cI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EreLy8RDcYw/s320/dec08+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294740116608704962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyGF8CyEI/AAAAAAAAARA/ov6PYHPFlDA/s1600-h/dec08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyGF8CyEI/AAAAAAAAARA/ov6PYHPFlDA/s320/dec08+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294740129670416450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFbgDy1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/E0y15tIG90k/s1600-h/dec08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqyFbgDy1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/E0y15tIG90k/s320/dec08+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294740118278753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq3VwuKQrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ntMJOUfdrI/s1600-h/dec08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq3VwuKQrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1ntMJOUfdrI/s320/dec08+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745896411087538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq3Vh3SCKI/AAAAAAAAARI/s6A6BaZvt4E/s1600-h/dec08+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq3Vh3SCKI/AAAAAAAAARI/s6A6BaZvt4E/s320/dec08+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745892422813858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back together with the group after the short visit to Taman Rama-Rama Melaka. When you travel with bikers, you should expect a lot of stops as they don't actually have to rush to anywhere. The ride itself is their objective, heheh. So when the group stopped at R&amp;R Machap to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lepak2 and relakskan kekebasan bontot masing2&lt;/span&gt;, we brought Nufayl to the playground to kill the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq41L_hHpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e_aYidBFZSM/s1600-h/dec08+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq41L_hHpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e_aYidBFZSM/s320/dec08+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747535819218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq403mh17I/AAAAAAAAARw/ec1tL-cKNYg/s1600-h/dec08+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq403mh17I/AAAAAAAAARw/ec1tL-cKNYg/s320/dec08+129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747530345699250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40kAm3OI/AAAAAAAAARo/UrRJ8s-_Fp0/s1600-h/dec08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40kAm3OI/AAAAAAAAARo/UrRJ8s-_Fp0/s320/dec08+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747525086371042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40odv2OI/AAAAAAAAARg/XiskYru38Ig/s1600-h/dec08+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40odv2OI/AAAAAAAAARg/XiskYru38Ig/s320/dec08+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747526282336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40b5Y8rI/AAAAAAAAARY/htIHiANVpeg/s1600-h/dec08+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq40b5Y8rI/AAAAAAAAARY/htIHiANVpeg/s320/dec08+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294747522908615346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5Yh-Sv4I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZK2Pj_i1VOg/s1600-h/dec08+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5Yh-Sv4I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZK2Pj_i1VOg/s320/dec08+185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748143015083906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5YnSHJGI/AAAAAAAAASY/L9snDjLCcv4/s1600-h/dec08+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5YnSHJGI/AAAAAAAAASY/L9snDjLCcv4/s320/dec08+162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748144440386658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5Yi8wNaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oLER-mwUrzw/s1600-h/dec08+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5Yi8wNaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oLER-mwUrzw/s320/dec08+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748143277061538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5YYGVdLI/AAAAAAAAASI/d2lx7VbiMHQ/s1600-h/dec08+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5YYGVdLI/AAAAAAAAASI/d2lx7VbiMHQ/s320/dec08+149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748140364461234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5XwrDMoI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZydT3JeXyjM/s1600-h/dec08+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq5XwrDMoI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZydT3JeXyjM/s320/dec08+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748129781035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached JB's famous Mee Rebus Tulang after Maghrib. The restaurant has a few pondok with Japanese table. I felt comfortable since I can sit freestyle, heheh.. and let Nufayl play on his mattress while we were eating. The 'it' thing about the Mee Rebus Tulang is the amount of fat you can taste when you suck the all the fatty thingy from the bone..hehe. I only took a sip (they provide straw for your conveniences :p) and right after that I couldn't handle it no more. By had the honor to finish up my portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq7qS9J2FI/AAAAAAAAASw/zOGEGXIbGmE/s1600-h/dec08+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq7qS9J2FI/AAAAAAAAASw/zOGEGXIbGmE/s320/dec08+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294750647244675154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq7qZTKbJI/AAAAAAAAASo/p0Pst2g6Fk8/s1600-h/dec08+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq7qZTKbJI/AAAAAAAAASo/p0Pst2g6Fk8/s320/dec08+215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294750648947600530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jiuI6mI/AAAAAAAAATY/Nty2ZWI1Mls/s1600-h/dec08+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jiuI6mI/AAAAAAAAATY/Nty2ZWI1Mls/s320/dec08+230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294751630729210466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jmH08KI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yZl87Bz5coc/s1600-h/dec08+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jmH08KI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yZl87Bz5coc/s320/dec08+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294751631642259618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jtIFYJI/AAAAAAAAATI/TGkLdm8uco8/s1600-h/dec08+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jtIFYJI/AAAAAAAAATI/TGkLdm8uco8/s320/dec08+227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294751633522385042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jYZ8bFI/AAAAAAAAATA/1EhB0mxpVL8/s1600-h/dec08+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jYZ8bFI/AAAAAAAAATA/1EhB0mxpVL8/s320/dec08+228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294751627960151122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jB6I4yI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rqv2NIDZ3EQ/s1600-h/dec08+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXq8jB6I4yI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rqv2NIDZ3EQ/s320/dec08+225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294751621921170210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated from the group after kenyang..hahah. Spent the night at Tok Abah's apartment in Taman Desa Skudai and prepared for our journey to Singapore next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 am, we departed from the apartment and took the 2nd link and alhamdulillah the road was smooth with no traffic jam at all. Maybe it's due to the fact that we have to pay RM 10 for the toll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop point was Mustafa Center, a 24-hour everything-you-can-get shopping complex. The place is so crowded with selling items left and right we hardly managed to breath. I bought a new pair of Polo Club shoes in exchange of my current RM 8.99 Giant brand shoes that I have been wearing for the past 5 months. Bought some chocolates too even though the price difference is not that much. We also bought a pelampung for Nufayl's splash-splash time at Tok Abah's swimming pool apartment, a new Crocodile belt for Tok Abah and Turkish Delight for Mak Tok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrLkdYLqRI/AAAAAAAAATg/Hl8YfPsw2jc/s1600-h/dec08+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrLkdYLqRI/AAAAAAAAATg/Hl8YfPsw2jc/s320/dec08+276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294768139149224210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrMQGm2PQI/AAAAAAAAATw/sk3Ocu9JKps/s1600-h/dec08+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrMQGm2PQI/AAAAAAAAATw/sk3Ocu9JKps/s320/dec08+282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294768888950963458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrMP6T9h7I/AAAAAAAAATo/T--R4XHUJpI/s1600-h/dec08+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrMP6T9h7I/AAAAAAAAATo/T--R4XHUJpI/s320/dec08+278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294768885650524082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Road was the next target. It was hard to find a parking spot so we had to park at a hotel nearby. The road was busy busy busy with people walking, felt like I was in New York for a while if it was not for the heat. The real objective was actually to find this specific restaurant that By had went to when he was out-stationed to Singapore 2 years ago. It was the famous Ayam Penyek which was located in a shopping complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyEcqwwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jOYceCWx96c/s1600-h/dec08+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyEcqwwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jOYceCWx96c/s320/dec08+303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771671510205186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyEc87eI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4hT9b6WdOXI/s1600-h/dec08+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyEc87eI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4hT9b6WdOXI/s320/dec08+288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771671511395810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyiWSqYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/W_ZpInrZB8E/s1600-h/dec08+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOyiWSqYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/W_ZpInrZB8E/s320/dec08+294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771679536523650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOy45GsWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/E5sEVZop2rk/s1600-h/dec08+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOy45GsWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/E5sEVZop2rk/s320/dec08+298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771685588119906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOy0So4cI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K_DwZRS4-qg/s1600-h/dec08+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrOy0So4cI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K_DwZRS4-qg/s320/dec08+301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294771684353040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a masjid for solat jama' Zohor &amp; Asr, then had a look at Sentosa Island. Apparently, it is quiet big  but we decided not to entertain ourselves due to the big crowd and long queue. Personal note, only visit this kind of place when it is not during school/public holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By had bought online tickets for Night Safari 3 days before. We kindda anticipate the place with big crowd after peeking at Sentosa Island, but I didn't realize that the situation was pretty much a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gate to the Night Safari only opens at 7 pm so the big crowd just lingered around outside the gate. We had some ice creams first and by the time we were ready to get in we were been pointed to a looonnngggggggggggggggggggggg queue that was already there since, I don't know..last month? Should we know that the queue were that long, we would not be spending our time having ice cream and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us about 30-45 minutes to get in (Bear in mind, we were early birds). Then there were 2 options, whether to see the Animal Show first or take the train for the Night Safari. We opted for the Animal Show, but wait...we still need to queue for that. That was another 30 minutes down the drain until we got our spots at the auditorium. Since it was around Maghrib, we were afraid that Nufayl would get cranky and all, so we recited some doa' with hope that he'll be fine. Throughout the show, he was doing ok with not a single cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was so-so, not as magnificent as I imagined it would be. Semua animals baik2 dan tak membahayakan like ferrets and a boa. Ok, there was a hyena and a wolf...but I was not impressed. Bawak la keluar cheetah ke lion ke jaguar ke ..baru la mencabar...ceh. When it ended I was like, "laaa..itu je ke.." and I was nearly fainted back then trying to pull Nufayl's stroller in the sea of people.(By had to hold him since he didn't want to sit in the stroller).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for us to ride the train to explore the Night Safari. And yes, still have to queue for another 1 HOUR...1 HOUR! You just imagine ye, when it comes to times like this..all you have is patience. People from all over the world was there (from India, Japan, Africa and yes..Malaysia) and they do have different culture. Not all of them were well behaved and know the concept of queuing. Some of them push, tried to cut the line and some did smell badly. However, I was touched by this Indian guy who told the Night Safari staff to let us go first because we were carrying a baby. But By told that it was ok since there were many other couples with babies besides us and it wouldn't be fair for them. But I was told to sit near the entrance with Nufayl and By would call us when our time comes. The train riding was ok, it was raining but we got to see the animals up-close in the wild. It was like going to a zoo but with train and little light. Nufayl didn't enjoy it since it was pretty dark, so his parents je la yang ugaa-gaa-gaa watching the animals...heheh.  &lt;br /&gt;It was not worth our money to go there during school holiday. The experience actually traumatizes me. Maybe if we go there during normal days, it won't be that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdAyaQPdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FfRkV8C33gQ/s1600-h/dec08+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdAyaQPdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FfRkV8C33gQ/s320/dec08+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787317529066962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreKqfxrNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3EgZaaX4Fss/s1600-h/dec08+328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreKqfxrNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3EgZaaX4Fss/s320/dec08+328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788586715065554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdByEN_cI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LBHIY8uZXQM/s1600-h/dec08+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdByEN_cI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LBHIY8uZXQM/s320/dec08+342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787334616513986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreLTHMtbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2XXwEcRyRww/s1600-h/dec08+343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreLTHMtbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2XXwEcRyRww/s320/dec08+343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788597617833394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdBQw9urI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HCeJsWnIzrw/s1600-h/dec08+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdBQw9urI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HCeJsWnIzrw/s320/dec08+341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787325677386418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdBJQcoVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rpen4piGFQo/s1600-h/dec08+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdBJQcoVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rpen4piGFQo/s320/dec08+334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787323661951314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreLdwxvHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VeatSNQLV0s/s1600-h/dec08+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreLdwxvHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VeatSNQLV0s/s320/dec08+356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788600476580978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreKx8LuYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cpL7frXX_iY/s1600-h/dec08+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXreKx8LuYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cpL7frXX_iY/s320/dec08+352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788588713261442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdB21GLvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1ZxlRP5nYu0/s1600-h/dec08+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrdB21GLvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1ZxlRP5nYu0/s320/dec08+256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787335895265010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the Night Safari around 10.30 pm. Then we dropped by at Mustafa Center again for more chocolates. Lupa pulak ramai sanak sedara nak kena bagi souvenirs. Chocolates are great gifts :). We reached at Tok Abah's apartment around 2 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Zaid and Manihah's wedding on Saturday. This was a reunion session for me since I met some of my friends that I havent' seen for almost 7 years. Then went to Angsana to buy nothing..hahah. Saje boring-boring takde keje. My mum used to have a shop there but that was long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended another wedding on Sunday. It was Kak Asma' and her brother Zaki. Unfortunately the 2 newlyweds and their spouses weren't there yet. Make-up lama sangat kot..heheh. We had 2 more weddings to go to that day. Both weddings were in Kluang so Nufayl met his mbah and mbah lanang (tok and nenek from By's side) on the weddings.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkbFqfK4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9VY2a3Gn2CM/s1600-h/dec08+383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkbFqfK4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9VY2a3Gn2CM/s320/dec08+383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795465955421058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrka8fhb-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CxUyr9HSI8o/s1600-h/dec08+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrka8fhb-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CxUyr9HSI8o/s320/dec08+381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795463493513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaiBKIGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/T5vVZ74n9iI/s1600-h/dec08+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaiBKIGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/T5vVZ74n9iI/s320/dec08+378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795456386834530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaa5upgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/56-lmpAoYKc/s1600-h/dec08+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaa5upgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/56-lmpAoYKc/s320/dec08+373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795454476625410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaUp06NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YYmg_Cxo_FY/s1600-h/dec08+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXrkaUp06NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YYmg_Cxo_FY/s320/dec08+372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795452799314130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-586550982419492412?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/586550982419492412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=586550982419492412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/586550982419492412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/586550982419492412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-to-singapore-jb.html' title='Trip to Singapore &amp; JB'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SXqogFInGfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wRff-d4lRmI/s72-c/dec08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-6754207806004487457</id><published>2009-01-21T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:59:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYCOTT ISRAEL CAMPAIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOYCOTT ISRAEL CAMPAIGN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tagged by Aliya-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we should do. It's simple:&lt;br /&gt;List down 5 of the products from the list below that you are boycotting,&lt;br /&gt;and then list down 5 of the products that you will try your best to boycott,&lt;br /&gt;and finally list another 5 of the products that you find it hard to boycott,&lt;br /&gt;and tag 5 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag is to get everyone to read the list below carefully and identify which products affects your life and the lives of the Palestinians most! You can also compare your list with your friends and see: if they can boycott one product that you haven't been boycotting, why can't you start to boycott the product too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 products I have already boycotted :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. McD (Already McD-free for almost 2 months, lama la tuh considering I lap Filet-o-Fish oh so very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tricon Global Restaurants, Inc. @ YUM! Brands, Inc. that owns KFC, A&amp;W, Long John Silvers, Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (So far tak kebulur pun kalau tak makan KFC atau Pizza Hut. Nak try Radix Fried Chiken bila pi Kedah nanti..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Starbucks (used to love its frappuccino when I was at the States but then vanilla cappuccino bought from Pasar Malam Gombak tastes the same, cheaper some more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TESCO (Went there once and borong 4 packs of Pampers for Nufayl (murah mak nenek harga dia), dah tobat dahh....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Carrefour (Pegi Giant pun ok hape, sapot Malaysian company some more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 products I will start to boycott  (Kira dah janji la ni kalau dah letak kat sini): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coca-Cola (I don't actually consume coca-cola itself, but need to cut-off Sprite, Fanta and Nestea that I sometimes enjoy. Banyak je Malaysian brands for soft drinks such as Zippie and Chills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Danone (segala coklat dan biskut2 yang sedap dan menggemukkan tu dah tak boleh makan dah la ye, takpe...biskut raya Nor'aini pun boleh..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maggi (Mee Sedap and Mee Rusky are not that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Johnson &amp; Johnson (Other brands kan banyak, ada Anakku, Pureen, Pigeon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kotex (Tak jenguk lagi market for alternatives. Laurier, boleh kah?).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 products that I find hard to boycott : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nestle (Pretty hard to find substitute for Nescafe. I don't think there's any substitute for this one at all. Takyah langsung minum la macam tu. Love Kit-Kat too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Intel (All my computers/laptop are Intel, at office and home. So, camne tu nak tukar?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. StarWorld (Of News Corporation) (--&gt; 70% of what we watch on tv expecially on american sitcom/comedies. Need to find another method to laugh at other people without feeling guilty...heh.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Disney (This is mostly related to Nufayl's source of amusement...(and sometimes his mother too)). Change to Upin and Ipin instead?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nokia (Still use the old and CHEAP hand phone since 3 years ago after coming back from Malaysia. This hand phone doesn't even have ring tone yang berlagu-lagu ok. I'll just wait for this one to go kiok, then I'll shove it into the dustbin and buy another brand. Kalau nak tukar je, that phone will go back into the market. Kalau nak buang the still-functioning phone sekarang, membazir itu amalan syaitan la pulak. So, tunggu la kejap until the end of its life cycle since the damage is already done.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each riyal, dirham …etc. used to buy their goods eventually becomes bullets to be fired at the hearts of brothers and children in Palestine. For this reason, it is an obligation not to help them (the enemies of Islam) by buying their goods. To buy their goods is to support tyranny, oppression and aggression."&lt;br /&gt;Syeikh Yusuf Qardhawi, fatwa on boycotting Israeli and their supporters' products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-6754207806004487457?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/6754207806004487457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=6754207806004487457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6754207806004487457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6754207806004487457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2009/01/boycott-israel-campaign.html' title='BOYCOTT ISRAEL CAMPAIGN'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5028836913234039175</id><published>2009-01-17T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:26:39.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramadhan 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this entry under 'draft'. Lupa pulak nak post. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramadhan 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Ramadhan with Nufayl was surprisingly very relaxing. I opted for the option of doing Tarawikh at home since I can take my own sweet time while Nufayl slept soundly. Alhamdullillah, Allah made it easy for us. Usually after iftar, I would go upstairs to our bedroom, turn on the air-cond, pray Maghrib then proceed with nursing Nufayl while reading the Quran. The sound of kalamullah always made him drowsy and he would sleep right away. For that whole month, my tarawikh was rarely interrupted by Nufayl. But mysteriously, seconds after I'm done with tarawikh, he would wake up. He is indeed a 'Nufayl' from Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Night Before Eid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it was our turn to celebrate Eid at my hometown, Guar Perahu (yeayyyy!! :p. It was not that I don't fancy celebrating Eid in Kluang, but women over there are not encouraged to go to the mosque for Solat Sunat Aidil Fitri, which what I love most about Eid). As usual routine at home, mak will invite all our relatives for a small tahlil ceremony on the night before Eid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUScYwCJ8SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e9ChJpRWy94/s1600-h/raya08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUScYwCJ8SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e9ChJpRWy94/s320/raya08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279516612209799458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Living Room&lt;br /&gt;Event: Ammar was the imam, and Tok (the looking at the camera still wanted to join the jemaah even tough she can't walk very well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tahlil, we went for a huge makan-makan which I forgot to take the pictures. But alhamdullilah, food was abundant; ketupat, rendang, nasik daging, lemang, mee goreng, pudding cocktail semua ada. All of us went for buffet style and eat on the floor since the dining table was all covered with food for 30 people. I think it is important to have this kind of event and feel close to your big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always, afterward bebudak were having great time playing with firecrackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSeABU_BeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uF6alroaqcA/s1600-h/raya08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSeABU_BeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uF6alroaqcA/s320/raya08+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279518386378704354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Outside the house&lt;br /&gt;Event: Bebudak sedang mencucuh bunga api, lepas tu buat bulat-bulat dengan bungi api tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raya 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of first Eid always trills me. You would see everyone busy with getting ready for Eid prayer, but not before having a quick breakfast of our traditional ketupat and rendang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSgukX09DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6BsGJyXyqFE/s1600-h/raya08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSgukX09DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6BsGJyXyqFE/s320/raya08+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279521385083106354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dining Area&lt;br /&gt;Event: Mak, Abah, Farhan, Ammar and By were having breakfast before heading to the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkWJQfMUI/AAAAAAAAANY/D4poBhqbeb8/s1600-h/raya08+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkWJQfMUI/AAAAAAAAANY/D4poBhqbeb8/s320/raya08+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525363534213442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Inside the Masjid&lt;br /&gt;Event: The last time both of us were here, it was the day of akad nikah. Now, 2 and a half years later, we have Nufayl joining the group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkVBdFD5I/AAAAAAAAANA/OtFS6XdRXyU/s1600-h/raya08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkVBdFD5I/AAAAAAAAANA/OtFS6XdRXyU/s320/raya08+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525344259674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Ground floor of Masjid Guar Perahu&lt;br /&gt;Event: Paparazzi sedang skodeng Ammar from the 1st floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkUwhlP-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jpZJbAhoDb8/s1600-h/raya08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkUwhlP-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jpZJbAhoDb8/s320/raya08+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525339715157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkVZ32tKI/AAAAAAAAANI/q6tsZ3zO6uo/s1600-h/raya08+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkVZ32tKI/AAAAAAAAANI/q6tsZ3zO6uo/s320/raya08+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525350814430370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Main praying area of Masjid Guar Perahu&lt;br /&gt;Event: Tahlil after solat sunat Eid Fitri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkV_qV5eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ewM5iFqXtH0/s1600-h/raya08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUSkV_qV5eI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ewM5iFqXtH0/s320/raya08+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525360958301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Corridor of Masjid Guar Perahu&lt;br /&gt;Event: Makan-makan dalam dulang. By comel je makan dengan budak-budak..hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrlXoCitI/AAAAAAAAANg/iaTwX0BkmQw/s1600-h/raya08+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrlXoCitI/AAAAAAAAANg/iaTwX0BkmQw/s320/raya08+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279603690414705362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ugagaga... ugagaga, Nufayl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrmUh56TI/AAAAAAAAANw/UiaIRnHhm3c/s1600-h/raya08+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrmUh56TI/AAAAAAAAANw/UiaIRnHhm3c/s320/raya08+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279603706763536690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: In front of our home in Guar Perahu&lt;br /&gt;Event: Our little family standing in front of rides of our big family yang balik kampung for Eid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrm0sFaLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9m7I8kWoZsQ/s1600-h/raya08+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTrm0sFaLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9m7I8kWoZsQ/s320/raya08+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279603715396167858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv1sd3viI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KteAc-0Cdcs/s1600-h/raya08+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv1sd3viI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KteAc-0Cdcs/s320/raya08+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279608368933617186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired Nufayl laying on his first toy, Tiger, the white lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv3WndVJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wvmYIVTUirU/s1600-h/raya08+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv3WndVJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wvmYIVTUirU/s320/raya08+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279608397427987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little father-son bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2D_2k3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sBUiL9_gHuY/s1600-h/raya08+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2D_2k3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sBUiL9_gHuY/s320/raya08+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279608375250162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebudak bersuka-ria di luar rumah walaupun cuaca panas terik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2vQX_PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-hHvSRfSxzs/s1600-h/raya08+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2vQX_PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-hHvSRfSxzs/s320/raya08+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279608386862185714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam rumah pun masih bergumbira.....kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2-svUkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UbL-pKfp1VU/s1600-h/raya08+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUTv2-svUkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UbL-pKfp1VU/s320/raya08+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279608391007687234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara mak bapak dah terbongkang kepenatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qHhxi-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hmDW_GufudY/s1600-h/raya08+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qHhxi-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hmDW_GufudY/s320/raya08+228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279613667597454306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0rIftiII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wj3AswJozCc/s1600-h/raya08+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0rIftiII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Wj3AswJozCc/s320/raya08+267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279613685037107330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessi bermaaf-maafan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qwcW0oI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jmvkXJAfops/s1600-h/raya08+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qwcW0oI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jmvkXJAfops/s320/raya08+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279613678580585090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan juga sesi orang dah kawen kena bagi duit raya kat orang belum kawen...ngeheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qk_kM4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/OQQTQnLComQ/s1600-h/raya08+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qk_kM4I/AAAAAAAAAPA/OQQTQnLComQ/s320/raya08+260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279613675507037058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sesi laga-laga hidung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUT0qYjf_-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hv05PayADdY/s1600-h/raya08+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Hohoh..is it 8-month already since my last groaning while having a labour? Well, can't remember that one, now! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl is actively developing his own personality... this little baby is turning into a very manja child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If he wants to sleep, he needs me to cuddle him while singing him 'ilahi lastu lil firdaus' and rocking him slightly until he goes to sleep. Sometimes, when the singing is interrupted by 'me-watching-the-tv-and-forget-that-i'm-supposed-to-rock-him-to-sleep', he'll let out his voice until I continue. I wonder how he sleeps at the nursery though, but I don't think I want to know. Possibility that the answer will break my heart is pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If he wants me or By to hold him, he'll reach out his hand and usap-usap our hands with his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prefer certain items more than his toys. He loves straws (any size will do, from the small air kotak straws to jumbo straws). Loves to suck on his socks (the ones he's wearing and the ones laying on the floor). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Suka bermalas-malasan di atas badan orang lain..heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5SsoL9t2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KVZW4iWDtqU/s1600-h/Nufayl+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5SsoL9t2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KVZW4iWDtqU/s320/Nufayl+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282250339607492450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl bermalas-malasan di atas badan maktok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5TwTbHT2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/yBOxzZhR1E8/s1600-h/Nufayl+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5TwTbHT2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/yBOxzZhR1E8/s320/Nufayl+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282251502264995682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl bermalas-malasan di atas badan babah pulak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5U507Y8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/H_DIfBL3_C4/s1600-h/Nufayl+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5U507Y8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/H_DIfBL3_C4/s320/Nufayl+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252765389189170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi best Babah ulit-ulit rambut dia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5U6FbtIaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xMT_d5vkFOI/s1600-h/Nufayl+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5U6FbtIaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xMT_d5vkFOI/s320/Nufayl+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252769819697570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had his first fall at the nursery and hurt his right cheek on last Friday. &lt;br /&gt;The nursery staff kept saying 'mintak maaf, mintak maaf'. Well, nothing to be mad at. It's just natural for a baby to bump here and there once in a while, right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait for our 2nd family trip this coming Thursday. We will be following By's motorbike buddies from KL to Nasik Beriani Gam in Batu Pahat then straight to Mee Bandung Johor. From there we'll separate from the group cause we'll be heading to Singapore for our holiday..yeayy, finally a real break after quite some time. Then, we'll attend 2 weddings this weekends at Rumah Alumni UTM. I think this total trip is a pretty busy holiday for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5558812994017638762?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5558812994017638762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5558812994017638762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5558812994017638762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5558812994017638762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/12/nufayl-8-month.html' title='Nufayl @ 8-month'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SU5SsoL9t2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/KVZW4iWDtqU/s72-c/Nufayl+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7890917720962473855</id><published>2008-12-15T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:03:17.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Mother's Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, it's hard to see other child without seeing your own. &lt;br /&gt;And the incident reported below just crushes my heart, full-blown effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERITA HARIAN - Bayi dibuang dalam lubang tandas awam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUXxH674k8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xcdCFeYMX_Y/s1600-h/mainpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUXxH674k8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xcdCFeYMX_Y/s320/mainpix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279891256543581122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayi yang ditemui dalam keadaan tali pusatnya terbelit pada leher, manakala sebahagian punggungnya terperosok dalam lubang tandas kini mendapat rawatan di Hospital Jitra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofidah Md Noor, 45, berkata beliau terkejut apabila dimaklumkan mengenai penemuan bayi itu oleh seorang lelaki berusia 30-an, kira-kira jam 10 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sebaik dimaklumkan, saya bergegas ke tandas dan mengambil bayi itu sebelum membalut badannya dengan surat khabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ketika ditemui, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bayi itu dalam keadaan lemah dan sedang menghisap jari dipercayai lapar, manakala kakinya lebam&lt;/span&gt;,” katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The baby was hungry and yet all he/she had was little fingers to sooth himself/herself while 'waiting' in the toilet bowl. My God, I just can't not imagine a human being can do that to her little baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little baby, I pray for your happiness wherever you are and may Allah make it easy for you in whatever you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7890917720962473855?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7890917720962473855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7890917720962473855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7890917720962473855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7890917720962473855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/12/mothers-prayer.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SUXxH674k8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xcdCFeYMX_Y/s72-c/mainpix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-3094087141668867342</id><published>2008-12-01T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:32:11.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendu Bloominton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rendu Bloomington &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. it was one of those days, again. &lt;br /&gt;From time to time, the feeling to come back to Bloomington will escape and I'll turn mellow for a second.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/STNVmZP1HSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nSNaJ_WT6iI/s1600-h/trgates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/STNVmZP1HSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nSNaJ_WT6iI/s320/trgates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274653706681654562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our famous Sample Gate. Kalau raya takde tempat lain, kat sini la nak begambo untuk hantar ke Salam Perantau..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/STNWBLcYw7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uCG6IfYFqDs/s1600-h/tuliptree_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/STNWBLcYw7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/uCG6IfYFqDs/s320/tuliptree_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274654166832694194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lived in 5 different apartments witihn 3 1/2 years! And Tulip Tree was among my favorite place to lepak-lepak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back, have my student's life back but not gonna take those exams. I want to travel each holiday but not gonna work to save the money for traveling. I want to do everything all over again, but this time it will be with By and Nufayl....boley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Been quite unrealistic recently. For example, I ordered a complete set of Dragon Ball (all 43 in 1 set) for more than RM 200 from Comic House...hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;It was my childhood dream, really. Even though I think it is a bit ridiculous for me to still be doing that, I feel accomplished. My childhood dream has come true (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-3094087141668867342?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/3094087141668867342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=3094087141668867342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3094087141668867342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3094087141668867342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/12/rendu-bloominton.html' title='Rendu Bloominton'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/STNVmZP1HSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nSNaJ_WT6iI/s72-c/trgates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7276409883477545297</id><published>2008-10-23T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:36:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peringatan - Kena Update Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peringatan - Kena Update Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya memang nak cerita banyak, cerita bulan posa, cerita bulan raya, cerita bulan lepas  raya. Tak sompek jang ooii.. tapi makcik akan update jugak 'ala kulli hal pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang saya nak cerita satu benda penting. Nufayl sudah masuk 6-bulan hari ni. :). Satu langkah yang besar untuk Nufayl sebab kami suami isteri memang dah rancang nak bagi Nufayl makan makanan pejal (solid food) apabila si bujang kami tu dah masuk 6 bulan, at least. Susu ibu, lambat-lambat kasi makan solid food takpa. Nutrients dalam susu ibu semua dah cukup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memandangkan Nufayl pun dah ready, kami just nak tunggu the perfect time to introduce him with solid food. Excited gile nih mak dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought...tadddaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SQAYtTI3WMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9zJhK4hDRBI/s1600-h/AvocadoPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SQAYtTI3WMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9zJhK4hDRBI/s320/AvocadoPhoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260231531279374530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejap lagi balik nak kasi Nufayl mamam...tak payah makan tangan lagi :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information Sharing by wholesomebabyfood.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocado for Your Baby - Age for Introduction to Baby:&lt;br /&gt;(4)6-8 Months Old&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that the current recommendation for introducing solid food to a baby is 6 months of age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goodness of Avocado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocado makes a great first food for baby due to it's texture and creaminess as well as it's high nutrient content. Avocados are often called one of nature's perfect foods because they are said to contain everything a person needs to survive. A wonderful "good fat" food for baby's brain and physical development, try an avocado as baby's first food instead of refined cereals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sodium- and cholesterol- free, avocados contain valuable nutrients including 8% of the recommended Daily Value (DV) for folate; 4% DV for fiber and potassium, 4% DV for vitamin E; and 2% DV for iron. A serving of avocado also contains 81 micrograms of the carotenoid lutein and 19 micrograms of beta-carotene. Per serving, avocados have 3.5 grams of unsaturated fats, which are known to be important for normal growth and development of the central nervous system and brain." http://www.avocado.org/healthy_living/nutrition.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITAMINS: (one medium)&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin A - 1230 IU&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin C - 15.9 mg&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin B1 (thiamine) - .2 mg&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin B2 (riboflavin) - .25 mg&lt;br /&gt;Niacin - 3.9 mg&lt;br /&gt;Folate - 124.6 mg&lt;br /&gt;Pantothenic Acid - 1.95 mg&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin B6 - .56 mg&lt;br /&gt;Contains some other vitamins in small amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINERALS: (one medium)&lt;br /&gt;Potassium - 1204 mg&lt;br /&gt;Phosphorus - 82.4 mg&lt;br /&gt;Magnesium - 78.4 mg&lt;br /&gt;Calcium - 22 mg&lt;br /&gt;Sodium - 20 mg&lt;br /&gt;Iron - 2 mg&lt;br /&gt;Also contains small amounts of selenium, manganese, copper and zinc.&lt;br /&gt;When can I introduce Avocado to my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocado is a wonderful first food for baby! Avocado may be offered as early as 4 - 6 months old! Babies need carbohydrates, and fats as well as proteins for their growth during the crucial first year and even into the second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An avocado is smooth and creamy when mashed - a perfect food that will be more readily accepted as baby begins solids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you begin to introduce a wide variety of foods, you will find that mashing an avocado and mixing with applesauce, peaches or pears, bananas and even yogurt make a wonderful meal or snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infants should NOT be on a "low fat" diet so disregard any advice to not feed avocados because they are high in fats! If you have any doubts, as always we recommend you consult your pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Avocados are full of fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocados are high in fat and calories and we are often told to stay away from them due to this. A medium size avocado contains approximately 700 calories and up to 30 grams of fat - WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits of avocados far outweigh the "risks". Avocados contain monounsaturated fats which are said to lower "bad" cholesterol and also aid in maintaining a healthy heart. Also high in fiber, avocados are great aids in reducing the risks of cancer and heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;How to select the perfect Avocado for baby food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When selecting an Avocado, you want a dark green color with bumpy texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit should be firm yet yielding when gently pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an avocado is sliced in half, the flesh color should be a green that gently transforms into a buttery yellow around the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to cook Avocados for Baby Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avocados are served fresh from their peels! There is no need to cook avocados for baby or adult! Give an avocado a gentle roll around your counter to help separate the meat from the shell before you slice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freezing Avocados:&lt;br /&gt;I would always freeze in avocado in slices and then take out a slice, mash it up and then serve. The browning seemed to be less than when I mashed/pureed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also create a bath of:&lt;br /&gt;* 1/2 cup water and&lt;br /&gt;* 2 squeezes-drips of lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Bathing the slices in mixture will help to retard browning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**But don't feed citrus or acidic fruits to a baby before 1 yr esp. if your baby gets rashy from other foods! Using a drip or 2 of lemon juice in a puree or to bathe several avocado slices is not the same as pureeing up a few orange slices and serving them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7276409883477545297?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7276409883477545297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7276409883477545297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7276409883477545297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7276409883477545297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/10/peringatan-kena-update-blog.html' title='Peringatan - Kena Update Blog'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SQAYtTI3WMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9zJhK4hDRBI/s72-c/AvocadoPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1884045906815257117</id><published>2008-09-21T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:09:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nufayl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nufayl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUJItW_UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NUZUcy3RSaA/s1600-h/Nufayl+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUJItW_UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NUZUcy3RSaA/s320/Nufayl+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248334194191826242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah with Nufayl before departing to London, while his mama inter-framed :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUJgeALRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VBmESsEgpoA/s1600-h/Nufayl+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUJgeALRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VBmESsEgpoA/s320/Nufayl+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248334200569867538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl sudah berat untuk didukung all the time, kena duduk dalam stroller la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUKPM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h9VGbQbM6lg/s1600-h/Nufayl+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUKPM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h9VGbQbM6lg/s320/Nufayl+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248334213114238002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah, Abah, Me, By and Nufayl yang tertidur dalam stroller --&gt; good boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUKQrEkAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vLij51J0Fd4/s1600-h/Nufayl+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUKQrEkAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vLij51J0Fd4/s320/Nufayl+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248334213509582850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any resemblance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRzfKenaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-dGlHIq491s/s1600-h/Besday+and+other+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRzfKenaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-dGlHIq491s/s320/Besday+and+other+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331623239163298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekat rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRzoS7W9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/m7VChbhNyJo/s1600-h/Besday+and+other+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRzoS7W9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/m7VChbhNyJo/s320/Besday+and+other+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331625690520530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile for mama or was it for the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQXM_X6PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m3M1H2Xgd9I/s1600-h/AM+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQXM_X6PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m3M1H2Xgd9I/s320/AM+153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248330037812783346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sedap nye tangan nih. Nak masuk semua la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQXUC24JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SV4M4kTeHSE/s1600-h/AM+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQXUC24JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SV4M4kTeHSE/s320/AM+155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248330039706443922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hmmm..nyumnyum...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQX5W6k2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6YUMvu0YUmM/s1600-h/AM+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXQX5W6k2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6YUMvu0YUmM/s320/AM+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248330049722684258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka terkulat bila mama tak kasi makan tangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRy9NXP7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ane_LWHqnkU/s1600-h/AM+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXRy9NXP7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ane_LWHqnkU/s320/AM+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331614124457906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying harder selepas kena marah... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1884045906815257117?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1884045906815257117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1884045906815257117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1884045906815257117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1884045906815257117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Nufayl'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SNXUJItW_UI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NUZUcy3RSaA/s72-c/Nufayl+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7139315177541064611</id><published>2008-08-24T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:58:38.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nufaly @ 4-month old</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ramadhan Kareem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not to late to wish Ramadhan Kareem to you. How time flies, it's already the 16th day of Ramadhan and yet I do feel that I'm still not up to the challenge and grab the ripe and rich opportunities that only come once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened in the past couple of months that I have to make myself justice and put them here as reminiscences when I grow old and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I lost 2 of my close relatives. My Mak Lang passed away silently in her sleep on the day I was scheduled to deliver Nufayl. Had Nufayl were born that day, there would be mixed emotions for many of us. And Allah, the greatest planner of all, presented Nufayl to us 3 days after she died. My pak njang followed his sister on 12 September, crossing the fine line between dunya and akhirat while he was sleeping too. There will be less laughter anticipated during Raya this year, since they were the ropes that binded our family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was out-stationed last month, needed to attend a few meetings in Kerteh and Gebeng for a week. At first I was worried and tried to figure out a plan on how to bring Nufayl with me during the 6-day trip because I'm still exclusively breastfeeding him. Of course the daddy did offer to take care of the baby but the mommy didn't think that she can be separated from her baby that long. Finally, my mother-in-law saved the day by accompanying us. By stayed home since he had to work.  So, the 3 of us traveled by car. My mother-in-law baby-sat Nufayl during the day with my EBM stock and I nurse Nufayl directly at night. Alhamdulillah, everyone was happy :). Next trip, Labuan. Since traveling by car is a no-no, I'm wondering how things will be during the trip. The main concerns are my EBM stock (need to keep them frozen all the way to Labuan) and how many bags we will have to bring. :p (Tak menang tangan makcik nak dukung baby dengan disangkuti oleh bag-bag lagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Updates on Nufayl, who's currently 4-month and 3-week old, with 7.6 kg and 63.5 cm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Still not eating/drinking anything else except his mommy's milk. Oh, such achievement.. I feel goooooddd. (It's not easy to breastfeed exclusively, lebih2 lagi for working mothers; I have to drag my heavy breast pump turun naik lrt yang sesesak sardin itu setaip hari. Tapi sekarang dah tukar strategy, tinggal je pump kat opis. Malam malas pump kat rumah). And I think I'll wait until he's at least 6-month old before introducing him solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;booo layan&lt;/span&gt; bottle if I'm around. There was 1 time when I just did my pumping for milk stocking and Nufayl suddenly became hungry. I put my EBM into the bottle and tried to feed him but he rejected it. He just nibbled the bottle's nipple. Even when I asked By to feed him using the bottle, he refused again. However, he'll take the bottle if I'm not in the house; By can feed him without much fuss when I'm at work, and the nursery does not complain anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learned how to laugh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mengekek-ngekek&lt;/span&gt;. When his mood is good, just say 1 word and he'll make a big laugh. And he's definately rich with smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the makan-tangan, hisap-jari phase. Sometimes he tries to squeeze his whole hand into his mouth and sometimes he just picks a finger and suck it heavenly. Old folks say that this kind of baby is the 'good' one, since the baby can find his own way to soothe himself/herself. True enough, we rarely hear Nufayl cries. Even at night when he's hungry, he only makes 'eeh,ahh' sounds then put his finger in his mouth. Very dangerous for me. Anak lapar pun tak sedar. Plus By is worried that his finger will become &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kecut&lt;/span&gt;... heheh. I just hope that this habit will cease when he's a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The not-so-good news is Nufayl develops bronchitis. We went to his paed and he was even considered to be hospitalized. But I think his condition is not so bad that he needs to be admitted. Kesian tengok dia asyik batuk-batuk sampai merah muka. Currently, I'll stick to the Ventolin first and we'll see how he progresses. To change nursery, hmmmm.. I have no idea on any nursery which is better than this one in terms of cleanliness and facilities for the kids. But yesterday By caught Nufayl slept with only his upper body on the mattress. His lower body terjulur keluar kat atas lantai. Mana la anak aku tu tak sejuk dan batuk2. Nak marah nursery pun satu hal, kena berpada-pada jugak. Kalau silap cakap, makin teruk pulak anak kita dia jaga nanti. Wallahu'alam, we don't know what happens when we are not around. Tawakkal tu 'alallah. But I think I'll have a word with the nursery today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Will upload Nufayl's recent pictures soon. Dah muka bapak dia dah (^-^).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7139315177541064611?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7139315177541064611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7139315177541064611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7139315177541064611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7139315177541064611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadhan-kareem.html' title='Nufaly @ 4-month old'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-4091591240823683680</id><published>2008-08-01T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:10:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nufayl @ 3-month old</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nufayl @ 3-month old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl had his full complete roll-over/flip last night!! A couple of days ago he was able to only flip his body but kindda left his head behind, meaning that he had his tummy on the floor but his head was still on the pillow. :p Since the first time he discovered he can perform a complete flip, he has been doing it over and over and over again.. But he still couldn't manage to free his stuck hands between the floor and his tummy. Now he looks like a baby dolphin; kicking his feet in the air while holding his head up high.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sayang camera pulak rosak... aiseh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despites his body yang mantap (read: semangat dan chubby), Nufayl only drinks between  9 - 12 oz at the nursery. Every other babies I know drinks around 15 oz - 20 oz during the day. And that concerns me. However, he drinks a lot at night. Sometimes he wakes up every hour. Is it  because of the bottle? Ke nursery tu je yang malas nak kasik my baby minum banyak...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Information sharing session: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby 1-3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby will begin to be awake for longer periods and will take more interest in his surroundings. He will smile in response to your smiles. By now he will know you well and will complain if you put him down when he wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your baby can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is beginning to uncurl. His closed fists are now more open and will readily   grasp a rattle if you touch one to his palm&lt;br /&gt;* He can press his palms together and play with his hands&lt;br /&gt;* He can hold a toy in his fist, but he cannot look at it as he does so. He has yet to make the connection between the toy he is holding and what he is doing with his hands&lt;br /&gt;* He can move his arms around randomly but quite energetically which helps to build up his muscles&lt;br /&gt;* He may now suck his thumb or his fingers&lt;br /&gt;* By three months your baby will have discovered his hands; these will continue to be invaluable play things for many months. He hasn’t yet realised that his hands are a part of him, but within a few weeks he will gradually understand this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from babyworld.co.uk -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-4091591240823683680?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/4091591240823683680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=4091591240823683680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4091591240823683680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4091591240823683680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/08/nufayl-3-month-old.html' title='Nufayl @ 3-month old'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8973532758553616082</id><published>2008-07-29T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:41:27.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee + Long Due Tag :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Busy Bee + Long Due Tag :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since the past few months, I have been blogging only once a month. This is due  to a very routine, yet busy life schedule of our family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From Monday - Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.20 am - Wake up after nursing Nufayl, take my shower and perform Subuh, ensure Nufayl's stuff all ready for the husband to bring to the nursery. &lt;br /&gt;7.10 am - Drive to lrt station to park my car, then heading to my work place&lt;br /&gt;8.00 am - Arrive at the office, back at home..the husband sends Nufayl to the nursery. &lt;br /&gt;5.15 pm - Out of the office already (before having Nufayl in our lives, I usually go back after 6 pm :p)&lt;br /&gt;6.30 pm - Pick-up Nufayl from the nursery&lt;br /&gt;6.35 pm - Arrive home. Sterile all bottles right away, put Nufayl's dirty cloth into the laundry basket and prepare new cloth for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;6.50 pm - Play with Nufayl. Nurse him a couple of times. (Kesian dia minum pakai botol je kat nursery) &lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - Prepare to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Between 11.00 pm to 6.00 am - Wake up a couple of times, usually every 2 hours to nurse Nufayl.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's how my life runs at the moment. I also realized that I only have 4 hours of quality time with Nufayl during the weekdays. I just want to spend every minutes after work with Nufayl, to talk to him, to teach him things, to cuddle and hug him and to tell him that I'm sorry for not being able to take him to work and instead bring him to the nursery :p. That probably explains the lack of blog updates from me...heheh. Even during the weekends, ada-ada je activities planned with our extended family members and friends. So far, I only had 1 relaxing weekend for By, Nufayl and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been tagged by Aliya!!!(Sorry la, makcik sebok sampai lambat nak reply).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 1st time naik kapal terbang&lt;br /&gt;Around 1-year old. Balik Malaysia from Ohio. Cakap omputeh pun tak pandai lagi time tu. Cuma reti sebut 'flower'...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 1st time beranak&lt;br /&gt;Kat Ampang Puteri, melahirkan Muhammad Nufayl bin Mazri pada 25 April 2008, 11.59 pagi Jumaat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)1st time gi overseas&lt;br /&gt;Naik kapal terbang balik Malaysia la kot (merujuk jawapan no. 1). Sebab 'melintas-laut' = over-sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)1st time duduk jauh drp family&lt;br /&gt;Time umur tadika. Mak hantar duduk ngan Pak Chak &amp; Mak Chak kat Juru, Penang. Reason = tak de orang nak jaga kat Johor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)1st time kerja....&lt;br /&gt;Time sekolah rendah. Kalau kemas rumah, mak kasi upah, lipat baju kasi upah, pijak mak kasi upah. Ini sudah jadi macam iklan Petronas yang the boy mintak upah tu... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 1st time rasa diri gemuk&lt;br /&gt;Masa kat US, Oh my God!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)1st time bercinta?&lt;br /&gt;With my husband. The first, and insyaAllah the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)1st time rasa diri cantik??&lt;br /&gt;Waktu dah tak jadi gemuk time kat US..uu la laa :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)1st time masuk cinema&lt;br /&gt;Kat US, tapi tak ingat la pulak cerita apa. Waktu tu suspen giler nak masuk, cam berdosa je rasa...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) 1st time admitted in hospital&lt;br /&gt;Masa tadika, ke sekolah rendah. Still ingat lagi nurse cucuk jarum kat tangan tak jumpa-jumpa urat. Horror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tag: Malu la pulak nak tag, macam semua orang dah buat je... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8973532758553616082?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8973532758553616082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8973532758553616082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8973532758553616082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8973532758553616082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-bee-long-due-tag-p.html' title='Busy Bee + Long Due Tag :p'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8226316852397139682</id><published>2008-06-30T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:10:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nufayl @ 2 months</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nufayl @ 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we took Nufayl to Cherating. By wanted to join his biker-buddies for their annual ride. Sebab itu motor tak cukup ruang untuk 3 orang, we went with our car instead. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 month old, Nufayl is already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5.9 kg !! (lahir dulu 3.27 kg, susu ibu exclusive tauu..)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pandai sembang, even dengan doctor sebelum kena cucuk kat peha dia. Doctor pun kata...he's progressing fast. Alhamdulillah ye Nufayl, good boy nih...&lt;br /&gt;3. Dah pandai cari my voice, even bole dongak-dongak ke belakang cari his mama&lt;br /&gt;4. Dah belajar tidur kat lantai sorang, sebelum ni asyik kena dukung/peluk je. Sekarang dia dah rasa secured and confident kot. &lt;br /&gt;5. Tapi nangis kalau i leave him alone for a second dalam car seat, walaupun sekejap je nak berlari pusing kereta untuk ambil dia kat the other side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the picture taken when we were in Cherating..tapi semua gambar Nufayl je, tak amik gambar pantai pun...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAEAGZmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dQMoGzG2noo/s1600-h/m4sc+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAEAGZmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dQMoGzG2noo/s320/m4sc+188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217668659010758242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAeecqxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GC1bfOp4wiU/s1600-h/m4sc+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAeecqxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GC1bfOp4wiU/s320/m4sc+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217668666117368594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAviK60I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0LhkBfkOxd4/s1600-h/m4sc+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAviK60I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0LhkBfkOxd4/s320/m4sc+215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217668670696385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiA5leRhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LHFtOyTPzlQ/s1600-h/m4sc+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiA5leRhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LHFtOyTPzlQ/s320/m4sc+228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217668673394591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiBdpsE9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bZ5VNox4nJk/s1600-h/m4sc+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiBdpsE9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/bZ5VNox4nJk/s320/m4sc+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217668683075949522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfGou8bwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mHaCQ0e9YRU/s1600-h/m4sc+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfGou8bwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mHaCQ0e9YRU/s320/m4sc+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217665473415245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHHyV4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3_Ekuu_P5NI/s1600-h/m4sc+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHHyV4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3_Ekuu_P5NI/s320/m4sc+129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217665481750995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHQTuTtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4SrSobdps70/s1600-h/m4sc+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHQTuTtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4SrSobdps70/s320/m4sc+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217665484038491858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHo9ygxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ANJUL2RvjVs/s1600-h/m4sc+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjfHo9ygxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ANJUL2RvjVs/s320/m4sc+168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217665490657379090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8226316852397139682?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8226316852397139682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8226316852397139682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8226316852397139682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8226316852397139682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/06/nufayl-2-months.html' title='Nufayl @ 2 months'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGjiAEAGZmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dQMoGzG2noo/s72-c/m4sc+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-4881699224151225985</id><published>2008-06-27T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:24:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Nufayl</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Updates on Nufayl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni saya start keje walaupun niat di hati nak cuti je hari Jumaat, dah alang-alang tinggal sehari je dalam minggu ni. Namun tak dibenarkan oleh boss. Jadinya, semalam jugak saya pergi ke nursery yang By cakap dia penah rikki, depan rumah je rupanya. Nufayl saya letak dalam car seat and terus pegi ketuk pintu nursery tu around 2.30 pm. Rupa-rupanya time tu bebudak tengah nak start tido la pulak. Habis semua jaga sebab Makcik Hana' bawak Nufayl datang visit. Nursery tu boleh tahan la jugak, clean, support breastfeeding and yang pentingnya Nufayl kena selesa sebab nursery tu ber-air-coned. hehehe..tapi dia bukak time babies + toddlers nak tidor je for comfort. Patutla fee dia mahal sikit, RM 295 instead standard charge of RM 250. Tapi yang penting, dia ada massage baby, ajar baby to develop physically, ada doctor jugak as a consultant yang akan buat check-up once in a while. The person in-charge pun amik kelas on child care, so insyaAllah Nufayl will be ok :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah rasa ok je ngan nursery ni (terus je ok sebab esoknya kena keje, kelam-kelabit jadinya :p), malamnya baru teringat Nufayl kena his 2 month shot. Waduh, ini sudah parah kalau dia demam esok. Time doctor cucuk peha dia, saya merasa bangga sebab saya tak nanges pun, itu pun sebab nurse tu macam dah tahu je lindung Nufayl tak kasik maknya tengok. Doctor pulak kasik ubat demam, suruh makan right after sampai rumah then continue 6 jam sekali. Saya and By rasa, alaa..macam mana ni. Nufayl baru 2 bulan dah nak kena kasik drugs. Jadi, kitorang decided tannak kasi. Doa-doa semoga Allah kuatkan immune system Nufayl tak jadi demam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik sampai rumah, Nufayl tak nangis pun, siap boleh main tendang2 lagi dengan kaki dia. Sebab saya nak keje esok, kitorang pun masuk tidur pukul 11. Pukul 3 Nufayl bangun, nangis kuat (dia memang tak kuat nangis, jadi kalau nangis biasa pun trasa macam dia nangsi kuat)..even bila saya bagi nenen kat dia, dia tak mau suck. Adoihh, ini first time kena reject since dia lahir. Kesian Nufayl ye, memang sakit sangat la ni. By dah nak kasik panadol (ubat demam tu biasa la = paracetamol) kat Nufayl sebab kesian ..badan dia dah start panas, tapi saya kata, kita try boh air asam jawa dulu kat kepala dia. InsyaAllah kebah sikit by pagi nanti. Kalau tak kebah jugak , last resort baru kasik ubat demam tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, badan Nufayl slowly kurang panas. By pagi tu, dia dah ok dah. Mama dia pulak yang tak ok sebab nak tinggal dia first time lelama. Paling lama penah tinggal Nufayl 2 jam je time bershopping ngan By kat carrefour..itu pun maktok dia yang jaga.   Tak tidur saya malam tu sebab nervous nak tinggal Nufayl (first time mother memang mengada-ngada sikit ye, harap maklum). Bila saya tinggalkan Nufayl kat nursery tu, dia merengek-rengek macam tau dia nak kena tinggal. Dalam kereta selepas hantar Nufayl kat nursery, adrenalin saya tinggi sebab saya rasa saya bawak kereta macam orang giler. Semua kereta saya nak potong, macam tak boleh nak berpikir sekejap...bawak je kereta menonong. Bila sampai lrt, terjatuh la jugak air mata setitik dua. Rasa macam orang bercinta tak jumpa setahun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe ye Nufayl, nanti pukul 5 sharp mama dah start berlari 4 x 100 meter dah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ummu Nufayl -&lt;br /&gt;Tower 1, KLCC (oppss...terguna komputer opis untuk kegunaan peribadi pulak :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-4881699224151225985?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/4881699224151225985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=4881699224151225985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4881699224151225985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4881699224151225985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-on-nufayl.html' title='Updates on Nufayl'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1330007392202678783</id><published>2008-06-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:25:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asma Ul-Husna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to this nasheed when I was pregnant with Nufayl. Definitely my favorite. And today, when I opened youtube and found this nasheed, i played it out loud, with Nufayl latching on me. Upon hearing the nasheed, he stopped sucking and started to talk..aaahh uhh aahh uhh.. Usually I am the one who initiates a conversation :p. Even a baby amuses when listens to the names of Allah. Masya Allah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_N3iCtRDFYc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_N3iCtRDFYc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1330007392202678783?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1330007392202678783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1330007392202678783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1330007392202678783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1330007392202678783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/06/asma-ul-husna-i-used-to-listen-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5522275179093876913</id><published>2008-06-12T16:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:21:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE HOSPITAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent almost a week at the hospital, unfortunately my son has a different blood type than me and that contributed to him being admitted to the nursery for jaundice. His jaundice was at 14 and all I could do at that time was visited him every 2 or 3 hours to nurse him. Sometimes the nursery would make a call to my room if he cried earlier than his normal nursing schedule and I would rush to the nursery feeling anxious. The rest of the day I would peek him through the glass window, looking at his little half-naked body laying under the blue lamp. And a mother's heart broke into pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC3DjRZ8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/znwUo_e-KtI/s1600-h/baby+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC3DjRZ8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/znwUo_e-KtI/s320/baby+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215369640130769474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Nufayl - a few hours after he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC3u9ShaUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZwzUfzdMqDo/s1600-h/baby+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC3u9ShaUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZwzUfzdMqDo/s320/baby+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215370385849149762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Nufayl suka tidur kepala senget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC4TBZRLCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LsXhwEHbcJk/s1600-h/baby+boo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC4TBZRLCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LsXhwEHbcJk/s320/baby+boo+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215371005426478114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Bedungla sekuat mana pun, tangan dia mesti nak kena keluar jugak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my baby's first smile when he was 3-day old. It happened in the nursing room after he had his regular feeding. His eyes were closed and suddenly he just smiled for 2 seconds. And it made all tiredness of little sleep and pain of post-delivery swept away instantly. Up until today, he smiles occasionally, most of the time in his sleep and sometimes when I gently tickled his chin or cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC46bxuY9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GDNfIXicEEo/s1600-h/nufayl+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC46bxuY9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GDNfIXicEEo/s320/nufayl+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215371682523276242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Berjaya jugak amik gambar dia senyum time tak tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the name, Muhammad Nufayl, a few days after he was born. Of course we had a long list of names, but Nufayl was not listed during the earlier phase of choosing our baby’s name. We came across ‘Nufayl’ when I was browsing the internet through By’s Treo mobile phone at the hospital. We had 4 or 5 other names and what we did was asked our family and relatives to choose their pick. At the end of the day, ‘Nufayl’ was voted as many people’s favorite and of course the meaning of the name also plays an important factor. Nufayl means gift, therefore Muhammad Nufayl means a gift that is praiseworthy.  And indeed, he is a gift from Allah that we are most thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFINEMENT AND AQIQAH AT GUAR PERAHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after we came back from the hospital, we headed straight to Penang for my confinement. I already told mak  a few weeks earlier that if it was possible to have the baby’s aqiqah on his 7th day at kampong. Our original plan was to pick a sheep or a goat and make a small kenduri. However, Mak had asked around and to our surprise, many of our relatives wanted to take part in the aqiqah as well for their babies. So, instead of a goat/sheep, we had a cow for the aqiqah. Nufayl took 2 portions, Kak Na’s Fawwaz (10-month old) took 2 portions, Bang Yang’s Syasya (10-month old) took 1 portion, Tok (my grandma) took a portion for her son that died when my mom was still a baby, and my mom took a portion. 7 portions all together. We were also had a kenduri doa selamat for my mak lang who passed away 2 weeks earlier. The small kenduri turned out to be a huge one, all family members were all there and the whole village was invited. It was like a kenduri kahwin already. Masya Allah, rezeki Nufayl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC5qZA_NuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vz_UfduAs_g/s1600-h/baby+boo+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC5qZA_NuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vz_UfduAs_g/s320/baby+boo+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215372506415707874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Lembu bertuah untuk aqiqah kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC6YX-w_1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BuAplna1dLM/s1600-h/baby+boo+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC6YX-w_1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BuAplna1dLM/s320/baby+boo+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215373296411934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Daging aqiqah siap dilapah untuk kenduri esok. Bebudak bersuka-ria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC7AMdt2pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PKpbgqwWUis/s1600-h/baby+boo+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC7AMdt2pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PKpbgqwWUis/s320/baby+boo+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215373980515293842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Kenduri aqiqah yang dah macam kenduri kawen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC7vG8OVnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bLY9xkhV2IM/s1600-h/baby+boo+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC7vG8OVnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bLY9xkhV2IM/s320/baby+boo+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215374786486490738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Nufayl sesudah bercukur &amp; terus botak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC8zCCGTuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JKL1FUk6s1Y/s1600-h/baby+boo+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-alig n:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC8zCCGTuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JKL1FUk6s1Y/s320/baby+boo+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375953400057570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              1.8 gm x RM 100/gm emas = RM 180 (harga rambut Nufayl :p) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW LIFE WITH NUFAYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start working back next week. So far, my expressed breast milk (EBM) has already reached 90 oz. All safely stored in the freezer. We hadn't choose a nursery yet. We have 2 nurseries and a pengasuh in mind. But the final decision is always a tough one. Maybe it is due to the fact that I'm not willing to let go of my baby to other people when he is only 2-month old. I am afraid that he can not live without me, or is it that I can not live without him by my side. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl is already 2 month old as at today. He'll have his 2-month shot tomorrow. I bet I'll cry again as I did when he had his BCG on his 2nd day. (Huhuhu...mama can not see Nufayl cry, cause she will cry harder). It was funny really, when the nurse came to give BCG injection to Nufayl. He suddenly cried at the top of his lungs, and I didn't really expect the nurse to inject the sharp needle into his soft body. Everything happened so fast or otherwise I would stop the nurse (ntah apa-apa aku nih, tak relevent langsung). 10 minutes later, I was still crying even Nufayl already  stopped crying berzaman dah. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl is a good boy, alhamdulillah. He does not cry a lot, and if he does, I usually know the reason why. It's either his diaper needs to be changed or he's hungry. He also sleeps well at night. He only wakes up every 2 or 3 hours for his feedings and he'll go directly to sleep again. He usually 'really' wakes up around 10 or 11 am. It means that it is time for his bath..heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nufayl already knows how to bersembang. If someone looks at him directly and talks to him, he will talk back with...'aaa..uuhh..aa..aah..uuhh'. But this only works if he's not sleepy, hungry or has a dirty diaper. Alhamdulillah, he is easy to be managed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see his further developments. I just regret that I have to go back to work and will miss some of his first this and first that. I wish I can be a stay-at-home mom, and still have a fixed monthly income. Ooohh..that will be just perfect..hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5522275179093876913?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5522275179093876913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5522275179093876913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5522275179093876913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5522275179093876913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/06/assalamualaykum-wht-at-hospital-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SGC3DjRZ8kI/AAAAAAAAAFU/znwUo_e-KtI/s72-c/baby+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-116436209357791584</id><published>2008-05-27T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:09:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life with Nufayl</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Life with Nufayl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Many Faces of Nufayl (since birth till 1 month old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPF3YNvAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jfR7SfpGNy4/s1600-h/baby+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPF3YNvAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jfR7SfpGNy4/s320/baby+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204981494028549122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPGHYNvBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lBVpHYqUMW4/s1600-h/nufayl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPGHYNvBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lBVpHYqUMW4/s320/nufayl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204981498323516434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPG3YNvCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GWuIXZfn2QI/s1600-h/nufayl+lagi+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPG3YNvCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GWuIXZfn2QI/s320/nufayl+lagi+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204981511208418338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPHHYNvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eWyR7G2vEiQ/s1600-h/nufayl+lagi+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPHHYNvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eWyR7G2vEiQ/s320/nufayl+lagi+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204981515503385650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-116436209357791584?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/116436209357791584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=116436209357791584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116436209357791584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116436209357791584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-life-with-nufayl.html' title='New Life with Nufayl'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SDvPF3YNvAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jfR7SfpGNy4/s72-c/baby+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-2167705580641341112</id><published>2008-05-13T17:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:32:04.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SC1uZSSKYjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kMSEnFOWck/s1600-h/nufayl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SC1uZSSKYjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kMSEnFOWck/s320/nufayl8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200934525366592050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht wbt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muhammad Nufayl - 25 April 2008 @ 11.59 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long due entry. However, it seems inevitable not to write about it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked-in into the hospital at 11 pm on 24 April. By that time, my contractions came every 5 minutes and the pain became more intense. I was already 1 cm opened. At this point of time, there was no way I can possibly update my blog..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was no single room available. I had no other choice but to share a room with a lady who just had a c-sec delivery earlier that day. Her husband was eating  nasik bungkus when we came in and the nurse said nothing to him even though husbands are not allowed to accompany their wives in a non single-bedded room. I was happy since it meant that By can also accompany me...nyenyenye... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tak dela nak meraung sorang2 tengah2 malam buta tu kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically spent the whole night doing, well...not-sleeping. :p. I was busy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;merekot ke kiri ke kanan &lt;/span&gt;  while By was busy lending his hands and let them been squeezed by me. I had no idea contractions were that painful. By 3 am, we buzzed the nursed asking for pain killer. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yee..saya memang tak tahan sakit, harap maklum. &lt;/span&gt;. The fact was, I already cried that night due the pain..hohoho. I never had any period cramps, gastric or what-not, alhamdulillah..therefore, I have never experienced any severe pain in my whole life. Therefore, if someone says that giving birth's pain is just like a bad menstrual cramp, I may not agree with that :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed Subuh with the worst condition ever. I asked for another pain killer at 7 am. The nurse hesitated since the pain killer was supposed to last after 6 hours but I already asked for another one within 4 hours. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memang dah tak tahan dah. Semua keazaman saya untuk taknnak melibatkan sebrang penggunaan drugs hancus begitu sahaja... Please give me anything...hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; The nurse said she needed to check my opening first before giving me the extra dose of drug. I sighed when she told me it was only 2 cm. A whole night of agony and I only open 1 cm...ayoyo. The nurse then told me to take a bath,  have a light breakfast and they would send me to the labor room. They skipped the pain-killer.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bath phase by phase. I only move between my contractions. When my contractions came, all I could do was to hold onto the handrail and tried to stay still as hard as I could. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dah macam nenek tua dah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10 am, I was in the labor room, cloth changed. I asked for epidural. I was against it 12 hours earlier :p. I cannot imagine having to wait for another 8 cm to open with no drugs to distract me. I thought having an epidural was just as simple as an injection. However, it took a lot of time trying to position me into the correct position. Nak kena bend my body like a round shape la pulak. At that point of time,  my awareness was not fully functioning. Dah la tengah tahan contractions but then kena duduk diam2 in bended position. After the epidural has been set-up and attached to my spinal cord, the nurse checked my opening again and 'Laa..dah fully opened!'. It was a surprise to everyone..hehehe. Even the doctor who set-up my epidural looked disappointed. He said that if he knew the opening would progress so fast, he won't do the procedure. Apparently, mak called earlier that morning and was surprised that my opening was only 2 cm after a night at the hospital. So before she departed from Penang to KL, she had asked tok and my brother Amir to make a solat hajat for me to expedite my delivery. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, terima kasih untuk mereka yang mendoakan. Hanya Allah sahaja yang mampu membalasnya.  &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse had to assist me when to push since I couldn't feel the contractions --&gt; epidural's effect . So, she put her hand on my stomach and told me to push when she felt a movement. Dr. Ariza came in only when my baby's head was 1/3 out to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;The epidural took some time to take effect fully. Suddenly, I felt a sharp scissor cutting underneath. 'Adoii doctor, sakit' I yelled. Apparently, the epidural took some time to take effect and it had not effected the area yet. Dr. Ariza looked surprised too, she thought the epidural should play its role by then. However, she snipped me again for the second time. :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By was standing next to me all the time, during the pushing session. He only peeked to look at the baby's head once. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pastu dia dah tak sanggup dah tengok..hahah.&lt;/span&gt; I also found out later that he cried a little during the delivery. :p My hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took me about 20 pushes ( I didn't count anyway) to completely deliver a 3.27 kg baby at 11.59 am. The nurse put him immediately on my chest and told me to hold him with a plastic cover. Only Allah knows my feeling at that time, all I managed to say was Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar. She then took him away to clean and measure him. Dr. Ariza still was not done with me. She needed to stitch me and due to the fact that the epidural still didn't take effect, she gas me. My vision was blurry and I was in my own world. The sound of By's voice awaken me when he was holding the baby for azan and iqamah at a corner of the room. Then, I was out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse woke me up with a little baby by my side. I was still feeling dizzy. The baby began his first feed. And what a smart boy he was, he latched on me perfectly :). After a few minutes, the nurse took him away to the nursery for his first bath. By accompanied me for a while and headed to the mosque for Juma'ah prayer right after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about our new life with the little one. May take a while though before it's published. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-2167705580641341112?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/2167705580641341112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=2167705580641341112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2167705580641341112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2167705580641341112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/05/25-april-2008.html' title='25 April 2008'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SC1uZSSKYjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kMSEnFOWck/s72-c/nufayl8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5440565281380410363</id><published>2008-05-01T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:08:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/4RTFp8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5440565281380410363?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5440565281380410363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5440565281380410363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5440565281380410363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5440565281380410363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/05/lilypie-expecting-baby-ticker.html' title='Baby Ticker'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-6105715636165407274</id><published>2008-04-24T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:13:39.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we made 2 trips to the hospital. My contractions came every 15 minutes starting at 8.45 pm. A nurse checked the opening of my cervicks but it was still a closed door. The doctor advised me to be admitted but I refused since there was no opening yet. So, we left the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 30 minutes later, we came back to Ampang Puteri because I thought my water just broke. But when they did the check-up, the nurse told me it was no amniotic fluid; it was a discharged due to the fact that a nurse had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;messed&lt;/span&gt; with my cervicks earlier. Again, the doctor advised me to be admitted and again...I refused. Reason being: there was no opening and I did not break my water after all. So, why should I be admitted eah? In addition, there was no single-bedded room available. The husband is only allowed to accompany the wife in a single-bedded room. I don't want to spend my night with potential screaming strangers while I'm trying to get some sleep in a shared 4 bedded-room. Plus, all I need at times like this is only trusted company to comfort me :). So, we left the hospital even though I can see By's worried face. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Takut-takut tak sempat nak patah balik hospital in case anything happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this entry, I'm having 10 minutes interval of contractions. The pain is still bearable. I slept well last night and only woke every 15 to 10 minutes during the contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be getting ready to head to the hospital after this. Even though I have no bloody show or water break sign yet, the time gap between my contractions is getting close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our safe journey to enter the path of parenthood. (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-6105715636165407274?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/6105715636165407274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=6105715636165407274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6105715636165407274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6105715636165407274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1083078019062004704</id><published>2008-04-16T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:20:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Arrival</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baby's Arrival? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and me went for our weekly check-up at Ampang Puteri yesterday. With a simple touch on my belly, Dr. Ariza confirmed that the baby has descended into my pelvis. I tried to joke around, saying that it must take her 7 years in med school to be able to do that since I couldn't even tell where my baby's head was. All I can feel was his tiny little toe when he's kicking my tummy. She replied half-jokingly, "Actually it took more than 7 years. With all the practices and other stuff, it may take 10 years all together.." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wokeyh Doc, got your point!&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ariza is a pretty sweet lady, I'm glad that she can handle all our questions, even the silly ones, with her informative style and character. Hopefully she'll be around when the time comes for my labour. I heard from a friend of mine that she's gentle enough, and plus she recites some doa before the delivery too. So, insyaAllah I'll be in good hands with some doa along my way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she also thought that my amniotic fluid (air ketuban) was quite low, but still sufficient for the baby. The doctor sent me to an observation room to do a SGT to monitor the baby’s heart and alhamdulillah the baby sounds perfectly active and healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do need to come back to her office next Monday and Dr. Ariza will run another scan on me to monitor the level of my amniotic fluid. If she thinks that the level is decreasing, she’ll induce me right away. Wow..that is something that we did not expect actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard that inducement has its own risk and it feels a little more painful than giving birth naturally. But the low level of my amniotic fluid worries me more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m praying that the baby will come out soon before Monday, insyaAllah (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1083078019062004704?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1083078019062004704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1083078019062004704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1083078019062004704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1083078019062004704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/04/babys-arrival.html' title='Baby&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8858508471557621154</id><published>2008-04-14T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:04:02.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perhimpunan Black 14 diteruskan di Kg Baru malam ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, 14 April (Hrkh) - KeADILan akan meneruskan perhimpunan di Kelab Sultan Sulaiman, Kampung Baru malam ini walaupun polis tidak menyediakan permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program yang digelar "Menghitung Masa dari Black 14 ke Arah Kemenangan Rakyat" dianjurkan sempena tamatnya larangan berpolitik terhadap penasihat parti itu Dato' Seri Anwar Ibrahim hari ini. - mks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** petikan dari Harakahdaily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya yang pastinya, tidak akan berada di kawasan tersebut ketika sejarah baru menempa lembaran di dalam kitab politik Malaysia. Khuatir kalau-kalau baby mau keluar awal, jadi kalut. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau bagaimanapun, saya gemar mendengar bicara DSAI dan puterinya Nurul Izzah dalam Bahasa Melayu baku yang tidak ramai orang memperkasakan dewasa ini. Sebutannya satu-satu, jelas dan fasih. Lebih-lebih lagi kosa-kata yang unik seperti 'rakyat terbanyak'. Rasa ingin tersenyum dalam hormat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8858508471557621154?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8858508471557621154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8858508471557621154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8858508471557621154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8858508471557621154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-14.html' title='Black 14'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8275324676208653170</id><published>2008-04-11T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:56:58.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QuWWRaAU5Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QuWWRaAU5Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8275324676208653170?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8275324676208653170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8275324676208653170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8275324676208653170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8275324676208653170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7866048560298120979</id><published>2008-04-05T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:52:41.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Produk Belanda</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaukum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Produk Belanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga merasa terpanggil, lalu saya copy and paste juga lah list di bawah ini seperti yang telah banyak diwawarkan di dalam email saudara-saudari. &lt;br /&gt;Mari sama-sama kita memboikot produk-produk di bawah ini demi kerana Islam: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch Lady - Susu&lt;br /&gt;Ferrero Roche - Coklat&lt;br /&gt;Wall's - Ais Krim&lt;br /&gt;Ing -Insurans&lt;br /&gt;Planta -Magerin&lt;br /&gt;Lady's Choice -Magerin&lt;br /&gt;Lipton -Teh&lt;br /&gt;Shell -Minyak&lt;br /&gt;Knorr -Perisa Makanan&lt;br /&gt;Dove -Mandian&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight -Magerin/Pencuci Pinggan&lt;br /&gt;Radiant -Deodoran&lt;br /&gt;Rexona -Deodoran&lt;br /&gt;Ponds -Produk Kecantikan&lt;br /&gt;Kieldsens -Coklat&lt;br /&gt;Slimfast -Produk Pelangsing&lt;br /&gt;Lego -Kismis &lt;br /&gt;Philips -Barangan Elektrik&lt;br /&gt;Duyvis -Makanan Ringan&lt;br /&gt;Gouda -Keju&lt;br /&gt;Robin -Pencuci Lantai/Pakaian&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -Pencuci Lantai/Pakaian&lt;br /&gt;Omo -Pencuci Lantai/Pakaian&lt;br /&gt;Labello -Lip Balm&lt;br /&gt;Pickwick -Teh&lt;br /&gt;Venz -Mentega Coklat&lt;br /&gt;Kinder Bueno -Coklat&lt;br /&gt;Unilever -Syarikat&lt;br /&gt;Sunsilk -Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;Fair &amp; Lovely -Produk Kecantikan&lt;br /&gt;Lux -Mandian&lt;br /&gt;Vaseline -Lip Balm&lt;br /&gt;Cif -Pencuci Lantai&lt;br /&gt;Surf -Pencuci Kain&lt;br /&gt;Wishbone -Pencuci Kain&lt;br /&gt;Doriana - Keju Krim&lt;br /&gt;Bertolli -Minyak Masak&lt;br /&gt;Clear -Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;Breeze -Pencuci Kain&lt;br /&gt;Sun -Pencuci Kain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produk Dumex dan Nutricia telah digugurkan dari senarai di atas kerana pihak pengurusan NUMICO DUMEX (MALAYSIA) SDN BHD telah menghubungi pengurusan tertinggi PPIM dan mengesahkan syarikat mereka telah diambil alih oleh Danone Group sejak akhir 2007 dan menggunakan nama Danone Dumex yang berasal dari Perancis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-admin PPIM-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7866048560298120979?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7866048560298120979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7866048560298120979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7866048560298120979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7866048560298120979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/04/produk-belanda.html' title='Produk Belanda'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-3088932964180874690</id><published>2008-03-18T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:59:49.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam - Macam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Macam - Macam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Politic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I should start babbling on politic since I don't even know where to start and when I will ever stop. It was pretty adequate to say that By and I took a day off from work on Friday, a day before the Election Day, where By drove me back to Guar Perahu. Once we arrived kampong, By took a quick nap before heading to the mosque for Jum'ah prayer and he was heading back to KL an hour later. Apparently, I have my name registered for Parlimen Permatang Pauh and ADUN Penanti, while By's vote only eligible in his hometown, Kluang, Johor. So, once he arrived KL after a 4-hour drive, he transferred his medium of transportation to his Vulcan 800 and enjoyed his night ride to Kluang. It was agreed before that By will come back to Guar Perahu after the PRU 12 but alhamdulillah, my parent made a plan to have a holiday in Johor, so they said that they will bring me home and therefore, the tired husband won't have to rush from Kluang, to Kl and then to Penang and back to Kl with little time that he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I enjoyed the thrill and excitement in this Pilihan Raya more than Raya Puasa or Raya Haji. Heheheh... People have not been this excited and full of spirit on any other day in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Lah came to Taman Guar Perahu for his kempen and brought along with him 7 busses from I-don't-even-know where. Two days later, Anwar Ibrahim came to Padang Buluh and the traffic jam was very very very bad even effecting Bukit Mertajam which was 10 km away. Anwar was brought to the said venue with a motor bike sine he couldn't pass through the heavy traffic. When Pak Lah came to Taman Guar Perahu, even the Taman itself was not jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pregnancy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about a month before approaching my EDD, which is on 1 May 2008. I have been taking the lrt since 2 months ago because I couldn't handle the long walk from my far far away parking lot. Plus, it is cheaper and provides me an alternative method to save money (i.e. to buy me an expensive breast pump) :p. So far, people have been tolerated enough upon seeing a pregnant lady on board. They do offer me seat, even though initially I felt embarrassed to be treated 'differently'. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kalau ada orang offer seat, saya akan terharu. Kalau rasa cam tak de orang nak kasik seat, saya akan rasa nak nanges. Quite an emotional disorder, I might say. :p &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But the mysterious thing is, majority of the population who first offers me seats is coming from the female clan. I had 2 experiences where 2 ladies offered me seats, which had a perfectly good and healthy gentlemen beside the seats. I am not pretty sure if men in general have become insensitive or unaware of their surroundings or they are just plain ego to let go of their seats. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apa-apa je lah labu, mak cik tak heran.   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and I have been trying to increase our effort to talk to the baby. But some of the things By said to the baby were pretty hilarious, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tendangla banyak-banyak perut mommy ni baby, nanti kalau dah keluar dari perut tak boleh tendang dah. Nanti jadi anak derhaka pulak...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not sure if the below statement can be considered hilarious or disturbing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Oo.. baby nak adik lagi eah..' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kok ye pun bapaknye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Current enjoyment for the ears :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xqw23I1g6Uo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xqw23I1g6Uo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-3088932964180874690?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/3088932964180874690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=3088932964180874690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3088932964180874690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3088932964180874690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/03/macam-macam.html' title='Macam - Macam'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5084207047888109024</id><published>2008-02-13T13:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:03:28.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to delete my previous entry. It was written when I was sleepy, tired and full of negative-maternal hormone...eheh. Furthermore, I am afraid that things I had mentioned will come back to hunt me down. Therefore, lebih baik bertaubat la sebelum terlambat :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, people just started to notice my bulging tummy. Previously, it didn't obviously reveal that I'm carrying a living thing in my belly. The fetus was still small at 932 g only when it is supposed to reach 1 kg by its 27-week, at least that was what the doc told us.&lt;br /&gt;Makan dah banyak dah, semua weight pegi kat mak dia :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eah, dah nampak la...(while smiling at my tummy)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hana..I think you should not wear baju kurung anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bila you nak pakai maternity cloth nih? Kitorang pulak yang excited nak tengok you pakai baju mak2 yang comel-comel tu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eah, tembamnyee.. '(this one was a mood turn-of alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eah, badan you tak naik eah. Perut you je dah nampak besar.. '(now I feel like I want to belanja this person for lunch :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek kata, semua orang la nak mengata tentang bentuk fizikal badan saya ni. Dari kaki sampai la ke muka. Sometimes a person can contradict another person's opinion. Tak paham, tak paham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey la..okey la. I know that I'm 7 and a-half month pregnant. So I should show off my bulging tummy already, ya? First of all, why all the maternity lines are expensive eah? Even Giant's price range is around RM 60/RM 70. And to consider spending that amount of money for something that I will only wear for 3 months. At this point of time, all money spent will be thought to evolve around the baby. This thing tak beli lagi, that thing nak kena beli next week. See, value for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check, I actually started to feel scared and afraid of the whole labor situation. How much will it hurt? What if I break my water at the office, mau tekangkang-kangkang dibuatnya nak turun 65 tingkat nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend reminded that we should prepare the labor bag (bag you bring the the hospital for delivering the baby) starting from right now even we still have 2.5 more months to go. Just in case the baby wants to come out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we already bought:&lt;br /&gt;- bathtub (dah dirasmikan oleh my sister-in-law's baby waktu diorang datang rumah hari tu)&lt;br /&gt;- walker (beli awal sebab sale tahun baru hari tu, lagi 6 bulan baru nak pakai :p)&lt;br /&gt;- baby's shirts/trousers/socks&lt;br /&gt;- lotion/shampoo/bath gel&lt;br /&gt;- pillow/blanket&lt;br /&gt;- s size diapers (beli yang murah je sebab orang cakap baby can poop like 7 times a day, always needs to be changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential expensive things we still need to buy:&lt;br /&gt;- stroller (nanti senang nak jalan-jalan pegi pasar malam)&lt;br /&gt;- baby' play pen/crib (kalau tidur atas katil biasa nanti kena lenyek ngan bapak dia)&lt;br /&gt;- car seat (penting untuk travel balik kampung pantang nanti)&lt;br /&gt;- bouncer (tannak beli buai nanti susah nak travel)&lt;br /&gt;- breast pump (ini sangat mahal kalau nak cari yang bagus punya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best kan shopping untuk first baby ni. I bet kalau dah masuk 2, 4 10 orang anak nanti mesti pakai yang hand-me-down je. Tande chan la nak beli barang baru kalau barang-barang tu tak rosak. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5084207047888109024?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5084207047888109024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5084207047888109024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5084207047888109024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5084207047888109024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/02/assalamualaykum-ive-decided-to-delete.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-4851735620428195578</id><published>2008-02-07T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:13:30.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epitome of Evolution</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Epitome of Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This was me when I was only 6-week old in my mommy's belly.  While still the size of a head of a pin, I already developing muscles, bones, blood cells, lungs and excretory and reproductive systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5wlmEXDI/AAAAAAAAADk/FW1X8tb4DCA/s1600-h/baby+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5wlmEXDI/AAAAAAAAADk/FW1X8tb4DCA/s320/baby+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164214535854513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My size was getting a little bit bigger now that I was 8-week old, wasn't it mommy? Even if you can't see much from the blurry scanned picture the doctor gave you, I can bend my arms, thanks to new elbows. My upper lip had also formed and my external ear has just about finished developing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5w1mEXEI/AAAAAAAAADs/WquwMq17ge8/s1600-h/baby+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5w1mEXEI/AAAAAAAAADs/WquwMq17ge8/s320/baby+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164214540149480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you may see my human-like form already, mommy! This was 14-week old me...my skin was very thin, and blood vessels can be seen underneath. My skin is covered with a fine, fuzzy hair called lanugo, which will not fall out until almost full-term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5xVmEXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rvQ_gziPIGI/s1600-h/baby+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5xVmEXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rvQ_gziPIGI/s320/baby+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164214548739415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; I was 19-week old,  and this week I started forming permanent teeth buds behind the milk teeth buds. My organs of reproduction were developing rapidly and this was my stunt when you asked the doctor about my gender status. Can you see it, mommy! I can tell that daddy was smiling when the doctor  showed  you and daddy my little p*nis between my legs.  :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6sCfFmEXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jtfA_gE5j8c/s1600-h/baby+029+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6sCfFmEXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jtfA_gE5j8c/s320/baby+029+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164224130811452530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You and daddy went for a detailed scan when I was 25-week old. I was shy, sleepy and I covered my face with both of my hands. But you can still have a peak at my face from the side, right? I think this is my good side :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5x1mEXGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GKaJC8PJncE/s1600-h/My+24-week+old+fetus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5x1mEXGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GKaJC8PJncE/s320/My+24-week+old+fetus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164214557329349730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/10czp8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-4851735620428195578?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/4851735620428195578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=4851735620428195578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4851735620428195578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4851735620428195578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/02/epitome-of-evolution.html' title='The Epitome of Evolution'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R6r5wlmEXDI/AAAAAAAAADk/FW1X8tb4DCA/s72-c/baby+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1379554760904463900</id><published>2008-01-23T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:00:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kari - pap</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kari - Pap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My husband is a huge fan of a Malay traditional kuih; the curry-puff.&lt;br /&gt;He likes it so much, he even asked his mother to send him the 'tool-to-lipat-karipap-without-having-to-'kelim'' thingy when he was studying in the States, so that he can make his own karipap for our Malaysian events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, a trip to the makcik karipap's stall at our pasar malam each Saturday is a must. Until recently, that makcik has decided to sell his karipap at RM 2 for 5 pieces. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amboih, ini sudah tidak boleh jadi, karipap pasar malam pun boleh naik rege sesuka hati kaa.. Ini bukan soal mampu atau tidak beli karipap 40 sen sebijik, ini soal maruah, harga diri dan kepercayaan kita terhadap sistem jual-beli Malaysia yang adil. Kita mesti mau boikot ini makcik, tak payah dah beli karipap dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a few weeks or so of no more trip to the makcik karipap's stall, and after I thought that hubby still needs his weekly dose of karipap, I decided..well, we can make our own karipap. With more fillings, thinner skin, more quantity and at a much cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         The un-cooked fillings: potatoes &amp;amp; chicken &amp;amp; rempah-ratus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi11mEW-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LeZ3BgNoI0g/s1600-h/baby+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi11mEW-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LeZ3BgNoI0g/s320/baby+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158559837747174370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                  The expert in menguli the dough - the muscular husband...off course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi2FmEW_I/AAAAAAAAADE/yhSO3yL_AKs/s1600-h/baby+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi2FmEW_I/AAAAAAAAADE/yhSO3yL_AKs/s320/baby+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158559842042141682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                              By was showing off his skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi2lmEXAI/AAAAAAAAADM/1gk8g-hqD9Y/s1600-h/baby+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi2lmEXAI/AAAAAAAAADM/1gk8g-hqD9Y/s320/baby+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158559850632076290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                            Tadddaaaa..... kelim pakai tangan je tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi3FmEXBI/AAAAAAAAADU/4F9NjJdMh5o/s1600-h/baby+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi3FmEXBI/AAAAAAAAADU/4F9NjJdMh5o/s320/baby+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158559859222010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                        Before going into the freezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi3VmEXCI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kv9C2iPcagI/s1600-h/baby+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi3VmEXCI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kv9C2iPcagI/s320/baby+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158559863516978210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hendak seribua daya, tak hendak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terpaksa la beli jugak karipap makcik 40 sebijik tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7168877-1379554760904463900?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1379554760904463900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1379554760904463900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1379554760904463900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1379554760904463900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/01/kari-pap.html' title='Kari - pap'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/R5bi11mEW-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/LeZ3BgNoI0g/s72-c/baby+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-6753492313122273816</id><published>2008-01-02T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:05:54.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a dream last night that someone was trying to enter our new house in Gombak (yes, we have moved to our own place, people! makcik suke..makcik suke...) I called a cop and within 3 seconds a police car was already parked in front of the gate. I told the man in blue that I saw someone trying to break into the house and there were a bunch of drug addicts gathering around near next to house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came morning and all I remembered was nothing significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I received a call from By after an hour at the office, asking if I had taken his white sport shoes. Sah-sah la... babab karang bebudak nakal nih. I'll call the cops for real nanti.. haaisshhh... you don't mess with my husband's feet and his shoes, wokeyh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna Potter and the First-Born Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, my baby-in-the-belly is already 24-weeks now. We had the last check-up early December and we think we already know the baby's gender by then...but let's talk about that later.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 24 weeks the fetus: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;has fully developed eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a hand and startle reflex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is forming footprints and fingerprints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is forming alveoli  in lungs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a first child is pretty amazing eah? It's the time when we start developing emotions that we never thought we would have before. No wonder I feel that my parents were being tough mostly on me compared to my other siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was 11 or is it 12 years old, my 2 brothers and I were just coming back from the school. My brothers were teasing me with some guy in the bus with something like 'Along dah ada pakwe..along ada pakwe' (yeah, right....like talking to a guy with one sentence already considered me having a boyfriend :p). And my dad heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he called me into my parents bedroom, with the accompany of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sit on the bed and and pulled me to sit on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah    :  Betul ke along dah ada pakwe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me        :  Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii..mana ada, diorang tu saje ngengada-ngada. Eeeeeiiii..geli la ngan budak                    laki (ye ke aku cakap camnih..kehkehkeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah    :    Along jangan ada pakwe-pakwe tau...Belajar elok-elok...blablablabla...(ila akhir ayat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i listened to him (sortof). I had not have any boyfriend whatsoever until I came to the States and I was already 19 years old when I met my husband (only to be my senior back then..heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I talked to my dad about my so-called senior through the phone, he just went mad and say something like 'i don't wanna hear about him anymore'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't believe myself when I know that all my siblings already have boyfriend/girlfriend (even my youngest 11 years old brother dah ada makwe) and my parent seems ok with it. Even my 17 years old sister shares the same matrix with her boyfriend (kira pakwe makwe dari sekolah menengah pegi matriks sama-sama la nih). My parents still pokpek pokpek but they still think every thing's under control. They can even joke about it. It doesn't seem fair, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I came to my dad's office in UTM, I saw something that made my eyes blinked with tears. Up on a his grey steel cabinet, there stood a round wall clock that I presented to him when I was 9 or 10 years old. The clock was yellow in-color, decorated with fancy faces of Mickey and Minne Mouse. It was hideous looking from my adult point of view. I couldn't remember why i chose the clock for my dad in the first place. And the clock was not even the main thing that started to startle me. At the center of the clock was a passport size picture of a 9-year-old me, in a crooked  pink tudung, selekeh, tak comel langsung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that point of time had made me realized that my dad loves me the most..hahahah (perasan - but why didn't i see my other siblings' picture plastered anywhere in my dad's office..why..why..why...? haaaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, my point is, I think, I, as most of parents all around the world, will become obsessed with my first born child. I'm not sure it that's a good thing or not. But my last weekend's experience of shopping for my baby's first shirt and pants, almost took me an hour! Itu kaler tak lawa la, ini ada bintik-bintik tak cantik la... Itu belum cari taska, cari tadika, cari sekolah, cari university, cari kerja, cari husband/wife.....adoi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, semoga Engkau tunjukkan kami jalan yang Engkau Redhai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-6753492313122273816?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/6753492313122273816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=6753492313122273816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6753492313122273816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6753492313122273816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5099428744451671442</id><published>2007-11-24T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:27:38.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK 18 OF YOUR PREGNANCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly already shows the 'benjol' and By's pretty much excited about it...heh. He enjoys talking to my growing belly. I think he talks to my belly more than I do. I still feel that it's weird...talking to my own body :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- parenting.ivillage.com -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at week 15 of gestation -- 17 weeks since your last menstrual cycle (LMP). Your baby is 4.4 to 4.8 inches long and weighs about 3.5 ounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your womb is already rich in sound -- the beating of your heart, the rhythmic swoosh of the placenta, even the gurgles of your stomach are music to your baby's ears. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The ear, already functional by the 16th week of pregnancy, is an incredibly sensual organ. Speaking, singing and touching your baby through the womb all provide ways to begin your relationship with your unborn child. Express your love. Your baby is listening (and learning too). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Consider these fun and easy ways to promote your bond with your unborn baby:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;1. Talk to your baby&lt;/strong&gt; Massaging your womb gently and talking softly to your unborn child is not new. Mothers have done it throughout time. Dads, too, can get acquainted with their baby prenatally, by talking through the waters, while gently massaging your belly with cream or oils. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Many mothers report feeling silly, at first, talking out loud to their babies in the womb. But, in private, you will easily overcome your initial embarrassment. Save time to talk to your baby, in the bath, or before you go to sleep. Make it a habit once or twice during the day to say something loving out loud. And why not ask your partner for a "good night" massage and verbal expressions of love and encouragement to your little one on the inside? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;2. "Touch" your baby.&lt;/strong&gt; Push gently on your baby and you will likely get a push back! While there is no need to prod and poke, do gently touch your baby through the womb. In the last month of pregnancy, you are likely to be able to see a heel which ripples across your abdomen. A father can also push gently, to find a foot or shoulder, and the baby pushes back, automatically responding to your touch. Feeling your baby respond to your touch, while in the womb, can be very thrilling, when it occurs! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;3. Play music and sing to your baby.&lt;/strong&gt; Music is thought to be pre-linguistic and contributes to your baby's foundation for language skills. Listening to music yourself, and singing tunes you enjoy can provide healthy stimulation for your child's development. &lt;/p&gt;  Your baby is learning to recognize the sounds of your voice and daddy's voice in the last month of pregnancy. When born, your baby will likely turn toward the sounds of your voices over others. Yes, indeed, your baby is listening to you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5099428744451671442?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5099428744451671442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5099428744451671442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5099428744451671442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5099428744451671442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/11/assalamualykum-week-18-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1947728702961723352</id><published>2007-10-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:26:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are 9 Weeks Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 9 Weeks Pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH YOUR BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, your baby-to-be grows to between 20 and 28 millimeters from crown to rump, or about an inch. Weighing in at one gram, your baby is very active, although you can't feel its movements. He or she now has all the major organs, muscles and nerves. A Doppler may be able to identify the heartbeat. While testes and ovaries are formed, external genitalia appear sexless, which is why it is too early for an ultrasound to reveal gender. Eyelids are beginning to form and the trunk is straightening and elongating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RwCGM_7mL4I/AAAAAAAAACU/AeIYyEljWAE/s1600-h/baby+-+9+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RwCGM_7mL4I/AAAAAAAAACU/AeIYyEljWAE/s320/baby+-+9+weeks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116236734570835842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya tak puasa la hari ini. Asal sahur je, bwek..sahur je, bwek. Cammane tu...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Alhamdulillah,  baru 4 hari je ponteng puasa. But i'm guessing that more ponteng days will come since I'm entering my 10th week of pregnancy.. and all these hormones jumping up and down my stomach are making me want to throw up all day long. Ini dah bukan morning sickness  or evening sickness dah, ini dah jadi sickness every second. Ikutkan jiwa dan ragaku ini memang la nak mc hari-hari, tetapi memandangkan my boss pun tengah sarat mengandung 8 bulan (hari ni pun dia tak datang opis jugak :p) terpaksa la jalan pelan2 pegi office sampai lambat pulak masuk office hari ni sebab jalan slow macam penyu cari lubang nak bertelur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terre&lt;/span&gt; betul la, 2 days after I knew that I am pregnant (back then the baby was still 5-week old in my tummy) she called me directly from Australia and the first thing she said after Assalamualaykum Hana' was 'Dah ada baby ke belum?' :p. Nyeheheh...Kasi Ani 10 markah. Aslam pun boleh la kasik jugak 5 markah sebab tahu dari Ani :). Lepas ni kita tunggu giliran Aslam la pulak...kan..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is something special to feel something alive is growing inside my womb. Like I'm planting a tree which I need to water, to give some sunshines, to care and to nature carefully so that it will come out as a good tree with sweet fruits and bushy leaves which people can take shed under. The differences between growing a tree and bearing a baby is that the later's process involves a lot of barfing and changes in my body and emotions.    Emotionally, I feel like I am suffering from an ongoing bout of PMS. Even silly commercials can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I haven't gained the pregnancy weight yet. In fact, I lost 3 kg since a month ago due to little food and many throw-ups. Nak makan pun tak lalu, I can't even differentiate if I'm hungry or loya. One second I think that I'm hungry and the split second after that I don't want to have any food to be taken into my mouth and inside my stomach. But I definitely know that after my first trimester, I'll eat like a horse. And By would be very happy to see my tummy grows bigger than his :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pregnant is wonderful. Some of the reasons might be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) By is taking care of everything right now, sidai baju, basuh pinggan, lipat kain. He even wakes up every day to prepare sahur first and then wake me up later. (Pepagi saya memang tak larat la nak bangun,     alasan...sssshhh...). Saya sangat malas la pada ketika ini. Hatta rumah berselerak pun saya rasa tak berselerak langsung sampai la By tolong kemas..heheheh.. May Allah reward this good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My parents are very excited about the first grandchild. There was one time when they came during Ramadhan, abah made me a special shake which consist of Soy Protein, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinch&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Performance Drink.&lt;/span&gt; Which, I drank and didn't throw up..luckily. By takes over the job of serving me that drink after abah taught him the recipe. Mak pun siap bawak set2 Shaklee that she recommends me to take. Tapi kalau makan fish oil tu rasa macam nak muntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tok is also very very very excited when she heard about the news. When I told mak that we would be coming back to Kampung, tok suddenly became super-tok..my tok has not cooked anything by herself since 10 years ago due to her health condition. But on the day we came home, Tok had made roti canai for us. Then she gave me 2 mangga kecik yang kawan dia  bagi time mengaji semalam.  Maklumlah, cucu sulung...nak basuh pinggan pun kena sound 'Dah...tak payah la buat kerja-kerja berat sangat..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada la jugak beberapa perkara pelik yang berubah dalam kehidupan saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Saya dah tak minat asam&lt;br /&gt;2) Saya dah tak minat coklat&lt;br /&gt;3) Pendek kata saya dah tak minat la apa2 yang saya minat sebelum ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya cuma minat nak makan pisang goreng cicah sambal kicap je.&lt;br /&gt;Ooo..tapi itu semalam..hari ni saya dah tak minat dah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1947728702961723352?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1947728702961723352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1947728702961723352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1947728702961723352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1947728702961723352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-9-weeks-pregnant.html' title='You are 9 Weeks Pregnant!'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RwCGM_7mL4I/AAAAAAAAACU/AeIYyEljWAE/s72-c/baby+-+9+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7206971423733043278</id><published>2007-08-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:59:41.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assalamualaykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was hit by an enormous rush of adrenalin since last Sunday. I guess the untreated and accumulated feeling of love and passion towards this one particular place has made me made a major decision that will change my life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will pursuit a master’s degree at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; University in June next year. I even went through the syllabus; I know that I’ll be taking 15 credit hours in each 2 semesters and I already know that I will stay at Tulip Tree Apartment. Thanks for the existence of the internet, I already know each particular subjects I will be taking with the rest of the MBA students. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... it turned out to be something implausible when I paid a visit to the HR department today. Apparently my company does not really support non-technical staff for these kind of things. Even if I insist on furthering my studies, I will have to wait at least for another 5 years plus I need to my boss' reccomendation and blablabla with more blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And there goes my happy, butterfly-flying-beautifully moment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing is, I am not really looking forward to start learning back in college. As mean as it may sound, I just want to go back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; merely because I love the place and I enjoy my life there the most. I have never heard a single person who has been there and never wanted to come back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, please By… go join any university and let them pay you to further your studies at &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. That’s when I will tag along and enjoy the fun...again :) (Even if I have to take unpaid leave for one whole year.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(^-^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriPRvJXrxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DtTTFElDUPs/s1600-h/a-pix-of-a-gondol-tree-taken-from-my-apts-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriPRvJXrxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DtTTFElDUPs/s320/a-pix-of-a-gondol-tree-taken-from-my-apts-window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095980513246031634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scenery from my room..wait, didn't i put this pix like a gezillion times already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriQXfJXryI/AAAAAAAAACE/d1OLymfMxWU/s1600-h/gambo-ghaya-sent-to-utusan-published-2-weeks-after-raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriQXfJXryI/AAAAAAAAACE/d1OLymfMxWU/s320/gambo-ghaya-sent-to-utusan-published-2-weeks-after-raya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095981711541907234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our proud Sample Gate - last raya picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriRevJXrzI/AAAAAAAAACM/KQPc09sorBg/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriRevJXrzI/AAAAAAAAACM/KQPc09sorBg/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095982935607586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First raya di bumi perantauan in front of Islamic Centre/Masjid- just came back from final exam, missed Solat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7206971423733043278?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7206971423733043278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7206971423733043278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7206971423733043278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7206971423733043278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RriPRvJXrxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DtTTFElDUPs/s72-c/a-pix-of-a-gondol-tree-taken-from-my-apts-window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8648789304488045220</id><published>2007-07-14T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:13:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand By Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know when there's a time you  have nothing to do and created something simple and silly to keep the moment alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; does that...thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, he created these games..mostly when we are in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When the car's moving on the road, a person has to identify a word/phrase which can be found along the road. And the other person has to look around and identify where the word is actually coming from. And we keep points to mark whose the winner at the end of the journey...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guess cars' plate numbers which are in front of us. Nih biasa la kan. A faster person yang tak rabun mesti cepat tangkap punye. But the rule is, the car identified tu mestilah dalam radius 100 meter max melainkan kita main pakai telescope tak pun microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, he has developed another game which doesn't involve car at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when I was day-dreaming as usual, oh..just a second. I don't do that no more after a year working as a corporate slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time when I just came back from my tiring day at work, I was sitting on the couch when By suddenly called me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned my head towards him, I found By's pointing finger sticking out, touching my cheek. You may have to picture the scenario first before you can realize the seriousness of  how silly  and stoopid this may look like from a  third person perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's on.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am better than him at this.&lt;br /&gt;What is it bucuk, 5 to 1 already? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what simple thing like this can do to you when you started working 8-6, 5 days a week. I live in denial to think that I'm still free as a bird, as I was in my college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of free with nothing to worry, it's good to have 'Stand By Me' to bring back my inner child emotions which recently has faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a must see movie.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely my all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3Ev8aGQAHo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3Ev8aGQAHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8648789304488045220?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8648789304488045220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8648789304488045220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8648789304488045220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8648789304488045220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/07/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-598056898558970413</id><published>2007-06-25T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:39:56.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/Rn9uOV80VzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QDasghzgyyI/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/Rn9uOV80VzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QDasghzgyyI/s320/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079900097386665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, my work doesn't sound like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break..&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And plus, my big boss told me not to become pregnant until my immediate boss delivers her baby, which is 6 months away from now.&lt;br /&gt;Is that like...even legal?&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/7168877-598056898558970413?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/598056898558970413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=598056898558970413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/598056898558970413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/598056898558970413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/06/unfortunately-my-work-doesnt-sound-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/Rn9uOV80VzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QDasghzgyyI/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-1344446807516392231</id><published>2007-06-13T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:33:46.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyanyi</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngak bisa untuk bicara.&lt;br /&gt;Biar kita bernyanyi aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre id="line379"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oAy5UbP5EC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oAy5UbP5EC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YEhS-9Xd28/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YEhS-9Xd28/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Boss mc dua hari...wahahaa.. semua kerja ini ana yang punya !!!! (macam jin Ahmad Albab)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-1344446807516392231?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/1344446807516392231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=1344446807516392231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1344446807516392231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/1344446807516392231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/06/nyanyi.html' title='Nyanyi'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-4208436403062333756</id><published>2007-05-30T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:05:14.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Story</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Photo Story (a long due entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3 May 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to surprise me a day before my birthday. I didn't really expect/want/need him to do apa-apakah since my birthday last year was celebrated by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;giving me snacks from 7-Eleven..and....a lovely visit to a seafood restaurant in Tanjung Malim. (We were in Tanjung Malim back then. 7-Eleven alone was already guudd :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, on the night before May 4th, he sneaked out to buy me this simple cake from Secret Recipe, which I found out during his slumber moment after he bought the cake and stuff it in the freezer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camne nih..adakah saya mahu kejut beliau untuk mintak makan kek banana cokolat yang sedap itu, atau biar saje beliau tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wake him up anyway :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfhZV80VqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jU1Jo3M0-Po/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfhZV80VqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jU1Jo3M0-Po/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073271330761365154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnye, tengah mamai tu dia cocok je this small lilin on the kek yang tengah terbalik...heh..apa-apa ajelah labu, I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 May 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The office knew that it was my birthday, and 3 of my bosses korek their wallet and gave RM 250 for the girls in the department t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o dine in somewhere fancy. The girls bought me a cake, again from Secret Recipe. We shared the cake wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;th everyone in the department...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/Rmfh-V80VrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0DLKylhj8Es/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/Rmfh-V80VrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0DLKylhj8Es/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073271966416524978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfiyV80VtI/AAAAAAAAABE/afJ3CatKKUY/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfiyV80VtI/AAAAAAAAABE/afJ3CatKKUY/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073272859769722578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmficV80VsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_x2bha5b3xA/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmficV80VsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_x2bha5b3xA/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073272481812600514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Kak Ina/Kak Lina also took me to Chili's, where we also got a complementary marvelous, magnificanto ice cream cake. And Chili's sung this birthday song that was too loud, even the people outside the restaurant would turn around when hearing the loud noise they made ...  malu ahh sayaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfjUl80VuI/AAAAAAAAABM/DRS1ElV1DMk/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfjUl80VuI/AAAAAAAAABM/DRS1ElV1DMk/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073273448180242146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfjvV80VvI/AAAAAAAAABU/jBjzhtHYHDU/s1600-h/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfjvV80VvI/AAAAAAAAABU/jBjzhtHYHDU/s320/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073273907741742834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening, By was trying to make me fatter by treating me with these yummy cuisines from Japan.. (these guy really knows what I dig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, .. mak, abah and my siblings sms me individually to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inform&lt;/span&gt; me on betapa tuannya saya ini :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 May 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My friends from Indiana University got together this afternoon at Secret Recipe, again... (kayalah pakcik/makcik Secret Recipe nih) to celebrate the babies born in May. There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ajep (3 May)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kak Effy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(5 May)&lt;/span&gt; - not present&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kak Sarimah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(6 May)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dotty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(7 May) - not present&lt;br /&gt;5) Judd (7 May)&lt;br /&gt;6) Iman (11 May)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you everyone for all the efforts  yang sungguh  membuatkan saya rasa gumbira dan terharum. It made me realised how lucky I am to have such wonderful family, friends, bosses, collegues, and especially an unbelievably great husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapalah saya ini tanpa mereka semua,&lt;br /&gt;dan siapalah saya ini jika bukan kerana rahmat dan limpah kasih dari Allah Yang Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-4208436403062333756?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/4208436403062333756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=4208436403062333756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4208436403062333756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/4208436403062333756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/05/photo-story.html' title='Photo Story'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RmfhZV80VqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jU1Jo3M0-Po/s72-c/Bowling+%26+Besday+Hann+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-868076922163717907</id><published>2007-05-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:13:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istiwak : 28 May 2007, 5.16 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Istiwak : 28 May 2007, 5.16 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Istiwak matahari atas kaabah atau dinamakan istiwak a'zam merupakan fenomena di mana matahari akan berada tepat di atas kaabah. Fenomena ini boleh dimanfaatkan untuk menyemak and menentukan arah kiblat di tempat-tempat lain di atas muka bumi ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Malaysia, hari istimewa ini akan berlaku setiap tahun iaitu pada 28 Mei, jam 5.16 petang and sekali lagi pada 16 Julai, jam 5.28 petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukanlah bermaksud arah kiblat berubah 2 tahun sekali. Kaabah tetap di Makkah al-Mukarramah, cuma kita diberi peluang oleh Allah untuk menyemaknya secara tradisional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara-cara nak semak betul atau tidak arah kiblat kita selama ini adalah seperti di bawah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dirikan satu objek lurus samaada tiang ke kayu ke, di kawasan yang lapang dan tidak terlindung oleh cahaya matahari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tepat jam 5.16 petang, silalah lihat ke arah bayang daripada tiang yang kita tegakkan tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Disebabkan matahari berada pada belah barat pada waktu petang, maka bayang objek akan jatuh ke arah timur. Untuk mengetahui arah kiblat, kita perlulah melihat dari hujung bayang, ke pangkal tiang. Maka, arah itulah arah kiblat kita yang sebetulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menyemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*rujukan Khutbah Jumaat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7168877-868076922163717907?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/868076922163717907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=868076922163717907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/868076922163717907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/868076922163717907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/05/istiwak-28-may-2007-516-pm.html' title='Istiwak : 28 May 2007, 5.16 pm'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8448909877031700294</id><published>2007-05-24T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:38:01.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ SIRAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUIZ SIRAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;-Resources from misg-net-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alamak, cikgu telupa lagi 2 soalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Berapakah bilangan kaum musyrikin mekkah yang mara untuk ke &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; height: 1em;" id="EC_lw_1179670635_0"&gt;medan&lt;/span&gt; Uhud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a) 10 000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;b) 3000&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;c)  13 000&lt;br /&gt;d) 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2) Dalam Perang Uhud, siapakah ketua kepada pasukan pemanah kaum  muslimin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Abdullah bin Ubay&lt;br /&gt;b) Abu Sufyan        &lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Abdullah Ibn Rawaha           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d) Abdullah bin Jubair   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3)  Siapakah yang ditugaskan memegang panji-panji Islam dalam Perang Bani Nadhir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ali ibn Abi Talib &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Zaid Ibn Haritha   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ammar Ibn Yaser     &lt;br /&gt;d) Umar Ibnul Khattab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(4) Pihak manakah yang menang dalam Perang Bani Nadhir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bani Nadhir&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kaum Quraisy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;c) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kaum Muslimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Bani Quraizoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(5) Antara dua pihak berikut, yang manakah terlibat dalam Ghazwah Al-Fath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) Bani  Bakar -- Bani Khuzaah    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bani Nadhir -- Bani Saad   &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bani Quraizah -- Bani Bakar       &lt;br /&gt;d) Bani Murrah -- Bani Nadhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="EC_MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(6) Dalam Ghazwah Al-Fath, mengapakah Hatib bin Abi Baltaah al-Badariy yang telah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer; height: 1em;" id="EC_lw_1179670635_1"&gt;cuba&lt;/span&gt; untuk menghantar surat rahsia kepada kaum Musyrikin Mekah dilepaskan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mendapat sokongan dari Umar Ibn Khatab   &lt;br /&gt;b) Kerana yang menghantar surat adalah seorang wanita, bukan Hatib&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;c) Kesemua keluarganya berada di Madinah   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d) Terlibat dalam Perang Badar dan mendapat pengampunan Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  class="EC_MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(115, 115, 115);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(7) Apakah nama lain bagi Ghazwah Al-Ahzab?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perang Mu'tah                 &lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perang Khaibar   &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perang Hunain                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d) Perang Khandak&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/7168877-8448909877031700294?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8448909877031700294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8448909877031700294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8448909877031700294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8448909877031700294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiz-sirah.html' title='QUIZ SIRAH'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-2173065599653845037</id><published>2007-05-21T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:31:53.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love All Over Again</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love All Over Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we take things that always lay in front of our eyes for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we forget the little things that we never looked back to ponder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the time they call you just to say hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time when they say one simple nice thing to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they let you sleep on the couch because they don't want to wake you up and the floor is sufficient for themselves to sleep on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they to warm up your engine  every day before going to work so you don't have to wait long in the car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they tried to cook something nice for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they pay all your bills so that you won't have a headache trying to figure out which bill goes to what account,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they let you have the remote control so that they can watch your favourite show with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they try hard enough to win back your heart after they make a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they ask your opinion even though it really, does not require one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the time they stare right into your eyes and say .... thank you after all that they have done to you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RlFkMz1b1kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kJxP2eDKBSM/s1600-h/Petwallb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RlFkMz1b1kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kJxP2eDKBSM/s320/Petwallb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066941227004057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank you Allah, for everything you've given.&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/7168877-2173065599653845037?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/2173065599653845037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=2173065599653845037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2173065599653845037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2173065599653845037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-in-love-all-over-again.html' title='Falling In Love All Over Again'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RlFkMz1b1kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kJxP2eDKBSM/s72-c/Petwallb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-3115422374669020665</id><published>2007-04-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:23:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaamm...dream dream dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreaamm...dream dream dream.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I dreamt about going back to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;er night. The day before, the geng and I were busy shopping at pasar &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Labuan&lt;/st1:place&gt; for chocolates and we bought like half of the shop orredi. The chocolates, which were supposed to be expe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;nsive in normal places, are so much cheaper in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Labuan&lt;/st1:place&gt;. And that made me think that no wonder I was SO fat when I was studying, the chocolates in the States are readily available at low prices. Lebih2 lagi kalau time holiday; the Halloween trick or treats, the Easter Bunny eggs, thanksgiving…!!!!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The first dream : I took a flight with so much hassle during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;journey, badabumbam &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here and there, arrived at the university, visited some of the apartments, went to the library ( I think, it’s pretty impossible to describe accurately about a dream you know), and went back to Malaysia. I just had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;a day there and that was about it. (And I think I forgot my first intension of having this dream in the first place, to buy cheap chocolates :p)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The second dream : I saw 4 domes, each with different colors, with differen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;t background, but all for of them were lined up and they seemed like a post card with 4 beautiful buildings. And, it was &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; this time! I remembered the name of the place sounded with S at the front, or was it &lt;span style=""&gt;Scofield&lt;/span&gt; (too much of Prison Break, eah?). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Two of my best friends are going back to further their studies in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. And I, unfortunately had left behind my golden opportunity in last January. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I think, that’s why I was havin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;g those weird dreams about going abroad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Was it regret,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;repeatedly coming to haunt my life unexpectedly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough already with these kwep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Moral of the story : jangan lupa baca doa sebelum tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RiNLqSa6WkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jukYblAzuF4/s1600-h/114844__wmiller02_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RiNLqSa6WkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jukYblAzuF4/s320/114844__wmiller02_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053966396711131714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RiNK6Sa6WjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jFoKGfyCFr0/s1600-h/houses_of_pariliament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RiNK6Sa6WjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jFoKGfyCFr0/s320/houses_of_pariliament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053965572077410866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opsss..wrong picture.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I actually had in mind :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so much in love with you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-3115422374669020665?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/3115422374669020665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=3115422374669020665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3115422374669020665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3115422374669020665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreaammdream-dream-dream.html' title='Dreaamm...dream dream dream..'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/RiNLqSa6WkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jukYblAzuF4/s72-c/114844__wmiller02_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-3808826013748570677</id><published>2007-04-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:23:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, By and I managed to spring clean our house. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;We did the washing, sweeping, mopping..blablabla. habis satu botol vim baru beli. I was quite surprised to see how much dust had been mounted here and there; belakang tv, cecelah gambar, atas peti ais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey,&lt;br /&gt;now..everybody dipersilakan datang ke rumah saya.. he heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-3808826013748570677?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/3808826013748570677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=3808826013748570677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3808826013748570677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3808826013748570677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-5280412391646253376</id><published>2007-04-14T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:58:31.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banyak Keghoje La Pulak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assalamualaykum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banyak Keghoje La Pulak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was long ago since the last time I stopped in the middle of my busy walk just to breathe and smell the flower. It was not an exaggeration to say that my good weekends are long overdue. Sometimes, I even had to work/outstation on Saturday and Sunday, and I am sorry to say that By had to wait for me to come back home around 8 pm during the weekdays. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Important things that I really need to do :  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Visit mak lang’s house in Wangsa Maju (only 15 minutes drive from Gombak and the last time we went there was 2 months back)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Visit Kak Elle and Zul J’s house in Gombak (only 10 minutes drive from my house, and I just knew that last week)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Visit hani and her baby Ulfah in Nilai (tatau bile nak pegi nih)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Spring clean my house (gosok baik punye, langsir dah berapa bulan tak tuko nih..muahaha)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Invite Zaido and the geng to my house for a dinner (long overdue dah ni &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;…but after the spring cleaning thing of course..nyeheh)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Invite my SMKA friends around KL for a dinner&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(also long overdue)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;7) Have lunch with Ainul (she had asked me like 10 times already, and each time she called or I called her, we were nowhere near each other, isn't that weird?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Balik kampong &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Lose 10 pounds&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pray for world peace :p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came today, a free Saturday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a ride to Sungai Pisang, spent about an hour kecepuh kecepah kat situ. Went back home but not before buying hot goring pisang, air tebu and cendol. :) . I sure can get used to this enjoying weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In about an hour, we will be heading to a PC Fair at KLCC. Main intension : buy a new graphic card for By’s PC, which, I broke a few weeks ago. And that made me remember that I broke down his speakers a few months back... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmmm....I wonder what’s up with me and breaking down By’s techno gadgets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Owwh wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;did I mention when I'm gonna do my list...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note to myself: Better do the list above before May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-5280412391646253376?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/5280412391646253376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=5280412391646253376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5280412391646253376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/5280412391646253376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/04/assalamualaykum-it-was-long-ago-since.html' title='Banyak Keghoje La Pulak'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-2421443349991521938</id><published>2007-04-03T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:32:35.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CULTURE SHOCK</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CULTURE SHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The office had a restructuring system on the layout of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Previously, there were only 10 of us and everything was quite, peaceful and scary sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;we have 58 people sharing the same floor with us. I am located at the center of the floor where everyone uses the path in front of my cubicle to go back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly my life seems to become fuller, noisier and …happier.. :)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;New friends,&lt;br /&gt;New responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;New working environment…&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;New people sharing our toilets,&lt;br /&gt;New people eating at the pantry,&lt;br /&gt;New and more people stopping by to say hello,&lt;br /&gt;New people asking for a favor or get asked for a favor,&lt;br /&gt;New people to gossip around, nyeheheh…. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;p/s: Dulu floor kitorang nih berantu…maklumlah, tingkat tinggi sangat. Now I think all the hantu had run away sebab banyak sangat manusia mengacau ketenteraman depa.. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-2421443349991521938?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/2421443349991521938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=2421443349991521938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2421443349991521938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/2421443349991521938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/04/culture-shock.html' title='CULTURE SHOCK'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-3115833422875677677</id><published>2007-03-19T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:26:38.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Stories</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alhamdulillah, all three of my siblings did well in their SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah (18 years old) got 10 As and 1 B, her Advanced Arabic a little terkantoi. But knowing Aishah, that's old news....heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two brothers, who skipped formal secondary school so that they can become a haafidz, also sit for the same exam. however, they just had a year to prepare for five year's materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir(20 years old) , who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only had 1 year&lt;/span&gt; of formal educational background at Sekolah Agama Kepala Batas managed to get himself 8 As... AND suprisingly, he was the school's  SPM top student. He even got 1A for Science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammar, who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only had 1 day &lt;/span&gt;of formal educational background at Sekolah Menengah Guar Perahu and the rest is self-study sessions at home, amazed us too with 4 As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my conclusion is : Once your heart is cleared, your mind can absorb anything gazillion times faster than normal people. Apa-apa pun, semuanya rezeki dari Allah, ye dak..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something interesting. It's just a person's thought, so it may be true or it may be not. Orang jawa kata, 'It's the thought that counts'. (relevent kah?)&lt;br /&gt;Haiihh, apa-apa aje la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajar Paling Cemerlang SPM 2006, Siti Fatimah Mukhtar yang mendapat 17 1A dan 1 2A tidak di iktiraf Kementerian Pendidikan Malaysia sebagai Pelajar Terbaik SPM 2006. KP tidak mahu mengakui bahawa Siti Fatimah telah memecahkan rekod Nur Amalina yang dibuat pada SPM tahun 2004. Nur Amalina hanya mendapat 17 1A sahaja, tetapi telah dijulang melambung&lt;br /&gt;dengan pelbagai anugerah termasuk Tokoh Maal Hijrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Fatimah Mukhtar TIDAK di iktiraf sebagai Pelajar Terbaik SPM 2006 kerana didapati dia adalah seorang penjenayah. Jenayah-jenayah yang dilakukan oleh Siti Fatimah ialah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pelajar Sekolah Agama Yayasan Islam Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Anak ahli Parti Islam SeMalaysia (PAS).&lt;br /&gt;3.) Berasal dari Negeri Islam Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Bukan ahli Puteri UMNO Baru.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Bukan ahli agama sesat Islam Hadhari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Kelantan claims its girl is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 15 Mar 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOTA BARU: The Kelantan government has declared a student from the state as the country’s top Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Information and Education Committee chairman, Nik Mohd Amar Nik Abdullah, praised religious school student Siti Fatimah Mukhtar, who scored 17 1As and a 2A for her achievement and said she should have been recognised as the top student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Fatimah, from Ma’ahad Muhammadi Perempuan here, scored 1As in Bahasa Melayu, English, Mathematics, Additional Mathematics, Science, Biology, Physics, Chemistry and English for Science and Technology, Commerce, Geography, History, Pendidikan Al-Quran dan&lt;br /&gt;As-sunnah, Pendidikan Syariah Islam, Tasawwur Islam, Accounting and Basic Economics. Her sole A2 was in Advanced Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the Education Ministry has not named the top student, then we will take this opportunity to name Siti Fatimah as the best SPM student in the country," Nik Mohd Amar said when announcing the SPM results for the 20 state religious schools (SAN) and 25 People’s&lt;br /&gt;Religious Schools (SAR) that are run by the Kelantan Islamic Foundation (YIK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma’ahad Muhammadi Perempuan, an all girls’ school here, is a state religious school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik Mohd Amar also announced that the state government had offered Siti Fatimah a scholarship worth more than RM150,000 a year to continue her studies in the Middle&lt;br /&gt;East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Email from : Husni Mohd Said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7168877-3115833422875677677?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/3115833422875677677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=3115833422875677677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3115833422875677677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/3115833422875677677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/03/spm-stories.html' title='SPM Stories'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7674933456421417110</id><published>2007-03-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:51:49.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assalamualaykum,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here and There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I usually love to write. It keeps my mind sane for a while. Listening to music while pouring out my thought into something tangible is really one of my ways to lift up my spirit, feel free and light for a second.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;However, life is not always that sweet and peaceful and quite and perfect. I find it hard nowadays to sit in front of my computer without not doing something related to work.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How people change,&lt;br /&gt;how I change.&lt;br /&gt;It’s still one of the mysteries of the world...ngeheh.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Went back to By's home town in Kluang two weeks before Chinese New Year holiday. Took the opportunity to have a picnic at the famous Air Terjun Kota Tinggi. Well, the last time I went to the place, I was nearly 10 and this year I'm about to turn 24. You do the math, it has been ages... But I just can not believe my eyes when we reached there. I know that it has became a private thing and nothing's free no more but, RM 9 per adult is just toooooo much. Plus, we have to pay RM 5 per car. We went there with two cars and there were 9 of us...hohohoh. I'll think 87 times before going back there again. Lebeh baik sewa terus itu chalet ini macam meh. I think it costs around RM 100 ++ je.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Went back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Penang&lt;/st1:place&gt; during Chinese New Year holiday (yes, if you haven't realized yet..we take turns untuk balik kampong up north and down south to keep the family's aura in 'balance' :)&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). If we have 'laksa penang', 'mee &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;bandung&lt;/st1:city&gt; muar', 'satay kajang' and many other menus that have a place right next to a food's name, we just discovered that we just had 'pasembor &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;padang&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'. To see what's different with this pasembor, I suggest you try it yourself if you have the chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Went to a ride with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;'s buddies from 4strokers.com. The trip which was called ECR (East Coast Ride) covered the east coast areas of Peninsular Malaysia (owh, yes..obviously..) and it took us nearly 3 days to complete the whole trip all the way from KL - Kuantan - Terengganu - Kelantan and up to Penang. The truths I didn’t know about big bikers and their big bikes before going to this ride are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're among family men which happen to be very family oriented people. Ramai jugak yang bawak bini pergi ride ni. Kalau pergi melepak in their the tarik session pun ramai jugak&lt;br /&gt; yang datang dengan family dan anak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;They're among professionals, career wise. Banyak network jugak and actually they can be differentiated by location. Contohnye kalau kitorang bikers from Kl, bile datang Kerteh je kira datang melawat tempat big bikers kawasan &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; la. Diorang siap jamu makan pulak tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We can ask police's assistance to escort us when the ride involves city/busy streets. Kalau masuk town &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; jalan dah jem, so bantuan polis diperlukan bagi tujuan dan langkah2 keselamatan, ye tuan-tuan dan puan-puan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If we are escorted by policemen, they can hold the traffic and clear the street for us. Contohnye, kalau lampu trafik light tengah merah, polis bole tahan jalan dan give us ‘green light’ untuk jalan, ye la..supaya line tak putus. Kalau dah terputus line &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; dah jadi tak convoy dah. Jadi naik motor sorang2 je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They have their own system while on the road. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; center man, lead man and last mn which are located by their positions and fully equipped with communication tools (walkie-talkie je sebenarnye). They also have marshalls which are responsible to keep and monitor the line back and forth. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Marshall&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;s are also responsible to make sure the traffic is smooth for all riders. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Contohnye, kalau ada junction, these marshals will stop and block the way so that no cars can make their turn. Ini semua untuk langkah2 keselamatan dan memastikan semua ahli bikers tidak berpecah dari kumpulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, they are sooooo NOT mat rempit. No question about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will be leaving for Miri for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;More work, yes.&lt;br /&gt;More rest, no.&lt;br /&gt;Man...I miss my student's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-7674933456421417110?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7674933456421417110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7674933456421417110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7674933456421417110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7674933456421417110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-534703112678346597</id><published>2007-02-08T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:13:03.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Assalamualaykum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has always been my dream to raise a family in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;United&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;s, well..I also desperately want to spend the rest of my teenage life (am I still a teenager..? :p) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for so many reasons, but that’s a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was preparing to come home after graduating from IUB, I also applied for a post-grad program. The plan was I will be going back to this exact location since I love it so much here. Without even realizing it, the life I led during that time was my comfort zone and I pretty much wanted it to last as long as possible. Ustazah Gee told us once when we were in primary school about studying vs working, so I already knew it by then that working life does not rock as much as studying.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The program had started in September last year but I requested one year extension, kengkononnya I needed to have a first-hand experience before going back to studying. The school said that’s fine with them and I can enroll in September 2007. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, here I am, a year later, perplexed with hesitation whether to go back or just continue the job that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have been doing for the past 7 months. When I was in the States I was afraid of the new changes I have to face in the working life, and when I already adapted to the working environment, I’m afraid to get back to my life as a student. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkeyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I have an issue. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;To be continued.. rehat dah habis la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-534703112678346597?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/534703112678346597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=534703112678346597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/534703112678346597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/534703112678346597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/02/changes-and-choices.html' title='Changes and Choices'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-6530471857655231101</id><published>2007-01-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:15:36.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year after 29th January 2006</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Muharam&lt;br /&gt;and A year after 29th January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pledge encompasses me&lt;br /&gt;As my heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;Taking you into my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I am stunned under your spell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deriving my life from your breath&lt;br /&gt;I am all but restlessness&lt;br /&gt;I know I would miss you dearly&lt;br /&gt;Even if we had never met  before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely speak but I know&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok even if I’m frightened&lt;br /&gt;But to imagine I might not hear your sweet voice&lt;br /&gt;Makes it tough not to cry &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each happiness and every sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always know you’re right beside me dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;In all that I've been through…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hann-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We still have a long journey to go.. (^-^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-6530471857655231101?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/6530471857655231101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=6530471857655231101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6530471857655231101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/6530471857655231101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-after-29th-january-2006.html' title='A year after 29th January 2006'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-8406123709423170673</id><published>2007-01-20T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:06:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir got mak and abah a cake for their 25th wedding anniversary that falls on the 20th January. And I thought it was on the 25th of Jan, so I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jealousy is one thing, and guilt suddenly hovering inside my chest for I used to be the one who usually lead this kinda stuff.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even when I was in the States, I would order a bouquet of flowers and a nice beautiful cake from the internet and send it out directly in front of our house's doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think it in a different perspective, maybe, in some ways, I have thought my Amir well enough as when I wasn't there for them, he'll come around and safe us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't thank you more for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-8406123709423170673?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/8406123709423170673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=8406123709423170673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8406123709423170673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/8406123709423170673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-7028783913378218760</id><published>2007-01-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:18:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Assalamualaykum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Just came back from a five-week induction course in Bangi and Batu Rakit, Terengganu. I still have 10 batang boiled kopok lekor in my fridge, jangan la cepat rosak ikan2 itu. Couldn't find this kind of kopok kat kl, kopok lekor kl rasa liat macam getah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, Afik, my youngest little sister got 9 As for her PMR. Mesti senyum seminggu sampai ke telinga la tu.. :p Well, I would say that mak had a lot to do with her success, if you refer to my previous entry.. (^-^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My Aman got 3 As and 2 Bs in his UPSR. He was a little bit disappointed with his result.           We.... actually understand why this happened. He is a pretty damn good hockey player. And as the school's ayam tambatan,  he was too much involved in trainings and going to matches yang entah kat mana-mana. The thing that makes him sweet is actually Aman ni dia tak penah pun nak berlagak with his talent, this big boy is very low profile. During the weekends, he would silently take a bath while every else was still sleeping and then crawling out from the house for his trainings/matches. Even when his team won, he didn't publicize it to the public until somebody asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, I saw Aman took out seketul ayam goreng from his compartment. When he realized I was there, he gently asked me if I want to share that piece with him. I asked him how he managed to get that little piece of chicken. And that was when I knew that his school principal dah belanja the whole team at kfc in conjunction with their success of beating another school in a district match. &lt;i&gt;Hayya, awat hang tak habaq apa-apa Tok Man oooiii...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 As is not that bad, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;? I told Aman that even with that result, he actually topped all of his older sisters and brothers since he has something that we don't have. Magnificence skills in sports. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even, with that result.. he actually managed to get an offer from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Penang&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Free&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to join the school's hockey team and eventually starts his Form 1 there.                                               Along couldn't be prouder of you, Aman. You rise above us all :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7168877-7028783913378218760?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/7028783913378218760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=7028783913378218760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7028783913378218760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/7028783913378218760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-116539650649680518</id><published>2006-12-06T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:25:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Me From Drowning</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saving Me From Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kinokuniya last Friday, already had 'Saving Fish From Drowning' by Amy Tan (this is a not so newly published book, by the way) grasped firmly in my hand. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough audacity to bring it to the payment counter. I was afraid that if I were to buy the book, I won't find the time to even finish the first page. Still influenced by Amy Tan's fabulous work on 'The Joy Luck Club', I think I'll hit Kinokuniya again next time for a second try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my work is concerned, I am perfectly happy with what I am currently doing. Just got myself confirmed as a permanent stuff after 6 months of probation, alhamdulillah. I was scheduled for an induction – for one whole month..yeeayyy to that. I was supposed to check myself in for the training this Monday morning, however due to some circumstances, I have been released from the program for 3 days to prepare for 'suddenly-we-need-you-in-our-roadshow'. No big deal, I prefer to involve in a road show than listening to lectures anyway, had been listening to lectures for over 17 years already. Furthermore, I still have 28 days more to go. My prediction on the induction will be memboringkan, tapi best...heheh. Looking forward to that, despite my uneasiness to leave By alone in Gombak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and I went to the PC Fair at KLCC today. Checked out on Altec Lansing's cool speakers. I had the intention to buy one for By since I accidentally broke his a few months back. Since the broken speaker is irreparable, I think I have to buy him a new one. Kindda feel guilty about it since he is a gadget boy, he fancies tech-no stuff a lot. And by doing not-so-cool things to stuff his loves, eg. terjahannamkan harta benda dia, I think that would really affects him even he didn't exactly express or show it..heheh. Anyway, those babes come in sets. We just wanted to buy the power supply but the salesman said it doesn't work that way. Since the price hasn't decreased even after it was like 3 years in the market, I really have to find some other cheaper way to buy &lt;a href="http://www.alteclansing.com/product_details_intl.asp?pID=GT5051R&amp;region=asiapac&amp;country_code=my." target=_blank&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe beli online ke, takpun kat pasar gelap :D. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry By, I guess you have to wait a little longer ye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-116539650649680518?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/116539650649680518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=116539650649680518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116539650649680518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116539650649680518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/12/saving-me-from-drowning.html' title='Saving Me From Drowning'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-116487217605228903</id><published>2006-11-30T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:46:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence make heart grow fonder..indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder..indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be missing you badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-116487217605228903?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/116487217605228903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=116487217605228903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116487217605228903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116487217605228903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/11/absence-make-heart-grow-fonderindeed.html' title='Absence make heart grow fonder..indeed.'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-116418546672969931</id><published>2006-11-22T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:42:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving --&gt; Gombak</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moving --&gt; Gombak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya was cool. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;We went to Penang (the wife's kampung) 3 days before Syawal.&lt;br /&gt;The night before 1 Syawal, mak and abah had gathered all of our family members from near and afar and we did a little tahlil and makan2 for Awie, one of my relatives who would be going to Egypt to further his studies. I really had to slap my head for not knowing which one was mak's half brother. Well, at least I finally got to know mak's another brother besides from Pak Teh. That's what family gathering does, it brings people together. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our 1st Syawal in Guar Perahu's neighborhood before departing to Kedah in the afternoon, abah's kampung. Spent a night in Kedah before departing back south in the morning. The 2nd Syawal was basically spent on the road to Johor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Raya with a new family didn't seem awkward to me at all, I even took the liberty of sleeping after breakfast until noon after we arrived Kluang. &lt;br /&gt;Haha...I'm the muka tak malu one. (Okey, actually it was a little embarrassing but the fact that we just arrived from Penang would justify that) But, I think it was because the environment was comfortable and warm, it made me feel like I was home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had our first Raya in Penang, the next Raya would probably start in Johor. &lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices we make for your marriage, it takes tolerance and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;And alhamdulillah we had no problem with that. &lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is, the part I like the most was the time we traveled between Johor and Penang. Haahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do I love traveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: Oh yes, as the title above says, we did move from Tanjung Malim to Gombak. A little nearer to my workplace, a lot further from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s workplace. And for all the dust stick on your cloth, for the all rain splash on your face, for all your hardship and tiredness, I thank you so much and only Allah can weigh and reward you effort)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-116418546672969931?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/116418546672969931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=116418546672969931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116418546672969931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116418546672969931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/11/moving-gombak.html' title='Moving --&gt; Gombak'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-116099076262780670</id><published>2006-10-16T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:26:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Kareem</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ramadhan Kareem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving Ramadhan in less than a week. &lt;br /&gt;Pejam celik pejam celik aje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan masih tidak berubah, &lt;br /&gt;namun..kita masing-masing punya cara tersendiri untuk menyusuri bulan indah ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dulu saya masih ingat waktu kanak-kanak hingusan, &lt;br /&gt;malam raya adalah malam yang penuh ditunggu-tunggu sepanjang tahun itu.&lt;br /&gt;Kami biasanya geng kanak2 takkan tidur malam itu, walaupun masing2 sudah sedia atas katil berselimut. Kami berborak panjang, cerita kungkangkungkang sampai tibanya subuh. Paling ajaib, tidak pula kantuk di siang harinya. Maklumlah, siang adalah masanya untuk kutip duit raya, time inilah masing-masing berlumba siapa paling kaya. &lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarang saya masih ingat kasut raya merah Anor (one of my sepupu) yang baru beli secara tidak sengaja berendam taik lembu sebab asyik berlari di tepi permatang di pagi raya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile dah dewasa nih, haaiii.. dah mula jadi segan nak menerpa dari rumah ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun kurang arif pada tahun berapa sebenarnya saya bersara dari aktiviti yang sungguh menguntungkan ini. Seusia ini, duit raya yang diharapkan hanyalah dari sanak sedara yang datang berkumpul di rumah. Paling menarik tentang usia dan duit raya, kedua-keduanya adalah proportionate :), semakin besar usia anda, semakin besar jumlah duit raya yang diterima. Budak kecik dapat singgit je, budak besar dapat lime ringgit... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin dewasa, semakin saya mengerti erti Ramadhan sebenar. Mula saya mengenal kepuasan berpuasa makan, minum dan perbuatan, kenikmatan mencari lailatul qadar, dan kegembiraan penyatuan keluarga besar kami setiap kali munculnya Ramadhan...lebih-lebih lagi di pagi raya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika di perantauan, kenikmatannya bercambah berkali-ganda. Sebabnya...&lt;br /&gt;- Kebanyakan iftar saya adalah di dalam kelas, dengan sembunyi2 makan kurma di tepi dinding. &lt;br /&gt;- Sekiranya saya tiada kelas pada petang hari, dapatlah berbuka bersama-sama komuniti Muslim di masjid, yang rata-ratanya berkongsi nasib yang sama..jauh dari keluarga dan sanak saudara. Pekena nasik dan lauk pak Arab se-round dua, kekenyangannya boleh disimpan sampai ke sahur :p. &lt;br /&gt;- Bila tiba jadual kami, Malaysian, untuk menyadiakan iftar untuk masjid, seluruh komuniti Malaysia akan turun padang. Rumah A kena masak nasik, rumah B kena beli ayam dan siangkan (biasanya rumah boys since skill potong ayam boys yang master), rumah C kena masak ayam, rumah D buat desert, rumah E blablabla.. :) . Seronok beb...at the end, hasil kerja seluruh komuniti Malaysia terhidang di atas satu meja :)&lt;br /&gt;- Selalunya 1st raya akan jatuh pada hari final exam saya..saya beraya di dalam dewan peperiksaan dulu sebelum bergegas ke masjid untuk mengejar, kalau sempat, solat sunat Aidul Fitri. &lt;br /&gt;- Yes...tidak lupa juga, dengan berada jauhnya tubuh badan kami dari Malaysia, we're entitled untuk masuk ke dalam 'Salam Perantau' dalam Utusan Malaysia, kehkeh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan pertama saya dalam keadaan bekerja..hmm...&lt;br /&gt;haru, malu saya mengakui adalah kurang menarik berbanding di zaman kanak-kanak riang ria dulu. &lt;br /&gt;Lebih separuh usia remaja saya rasanya mengadap di hadapan komputer ini..&lt;br /&gt;terasa terikat dengan kerja, dan kurang masa untuk yang lain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan masih tidak berubah, &lt;br /&gt;Hanya saya yang rindu untuk kembali ke detik itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-116099076262780670?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/116099076262780670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=116099076262780670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116099076262780670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/116099076262780670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-kareem_16.html' title='Ramadhan Kareem'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115995569822882390</id><published>2006-10-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:56:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Kareem</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ramadhan Kareem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik perempuan bongsu saya, Afik, sudah 3 hari menjalani PMR, &lt;br /&gt;untuk hari ini paper Matematik 1 dan 2, dan seterusnya Sejarah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking my PMR, the school where I took the test was just 5 minutes walk from my home. During those years, mak was a full-time businesswoman, running a busy shop at Plaza Angsana, from 10 am to 10 pm, everyday. And that was before we move to Penang... am I glad that she's no longer tied to those crazy working hours.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....., &lt;br /&gt;I really can understand why she couldn't be there for me, physically, but can be at Afik's school outside the examination hall for the past 3 days, reading Yaasin while Afik deals with her papers inside the hall. By the way, she has an hour drive everyday, each way, to Afik's school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside my crazy-irrelevent jelousy for my little sister, I do wish and hope Afik's doing well. She is pretty cute, so I really can't hold any negative feeling towards her for more that 10 seconds. After all, I'm her favourite big sister. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya masih lambat lagi, tapi saya sudah mahu menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Mak beli baju raya kat along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oowwhh....(suprised + excited) &lt;br /&gt;     (I wanted to say thank you first, tapi sebab tekejut luar kawalan terkeluar) &lt;br /&gt;     Kaler apa mak? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Biru purple2 sikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Along dah kawen pun mak belikan jugak ke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Yelaa..dulu sebelum kawen mak yang belikan setiap tahun. Tahun ni tak beli,&lt;br /&gt;     kesian pulak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bunga-bunga bertebangan....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  &lt;br /&gt;Who should you give your love to?&lt;br /&gt;Your respect and your honour to?&lt;br /&gt;Who should you pay good mind to - after Allah,&lt;br /&gt;And Rasullullah?&lt;br /&gt;Comes your Mother,&lt;br /&gt;Who next? Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;Who next? Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;And then you Father&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115995569822882390?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115995569822882390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115995569822882390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115995569822882390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115995569822882390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-kareem.html' title='Ramadhan Kareem'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115925742626463522</id><published>2006-09-26T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:57:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahlan Wasahlan Ya Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahlan Wasahlan Ya Ramadhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya saya mahu mengalu-alukan kedatangan Ramadhan sejak minggu yang lepas, tapi..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; kepada TM net, setiap kali selepas hujan pasti connection internet kami hilang tanpa berita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, dalam perjalanan meniti hari ke-3 Ramadhan yang mulia. &lt;br /&gt;Kemanisannya terasa, bergetar di jiwa. Bertambah manis bila kaki mula lenguh2 menjelang terawikh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahur pertama kami suami isteri nasik berlaukkan sotong masak lemak cili api yang sudah sedia di masak malam sebelumnya. Kononnya mahu diteruskan bersahur menu normal sebegitu untuk sahur seterusnya. Hajat tak kesampaian bila hari kedua dan ketiga kami hanya meratah roti gardenia wheatgerm apricot dengan milofuze sahaja ..hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;Saya isteri yang tidak sempurna. &lt;br /&gt;Tak mengapalah, asal keberkatan sahur itu ada kan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teruja&lt;/span&gt; bila mendengar Ammar imami terawikh di Masjid Guar Perahu, malam berikutnya pula Amir sempurnakan 20 rakaat.  &lt;br /&gt;Saya masih ingat pertama kali hafiz 17 tahun kami mengimami terawikh di masjid kampung itu, mak yang uzur syar'ie sanggup tunggu didalam kereta sepanjang terawikh demi mendengar Ammar mengalun Sa'd al-Ghamidi.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Ramadhan ini Ramadhan yang terbaik untuk kita. &lt;br /&gt;Dan menjadikan kita yang lebih baik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ramadhan Kareem -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115925742626463522?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115925742626463522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115925742626463522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115925742626463522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115925742626463522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahlan-wasahlan-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Ahlan Wasahlan Ya Ramadhan'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115838876656723922</id><published>2006-09-16T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:07:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Thing</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every Little Thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered about are seven purple stars&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are brought together by each&lt;br /&gt;Crushing our cry out for love&lt;br /&gt;Unable to escape from it&lt;br /&gt;We cling to our dreams&lt;br /&gt;We won't lose anymore to the everyday trickery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up right now&lt;br /&gt;Soon we seem to be surrounded&lt;br /&gt;By the real world choking us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is dear....to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the luxury world, &lt;br /&gt;Shards of eternity are appearing and disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Touch and seize it, &lt;br /&gt;Now let's precisely walk this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be having an IU reunion on Sunday's afternoon, right before catching a flight to Miri at 7 pm for a meeting that my boss didn't want to attend. Yes, always figure that I have to 'sapu' anything my superiors don't want or don't like to do. I'm still enjoying it  and expecting myself to love doing so since I told myself to believe that it is in the job description. (^-^). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyhhuuu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to meet some Pakcik, Makcik, Dato and Datin in the reunion. By is pretty excited about it, heh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...&lt;br /&gt;hmm... &lt;br /&gt;not so much. &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm gonna have to rush down to the airport for a meeting that I have no idea about!!&lt;br /&gt;Mannn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115838876656723922?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115838876656723922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115838876656723922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115838876656723922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115838876656723922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/09/every-little-thing.html' title='Every Little Thing'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115803839650715809</id><published>2006-09-12T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:54:29.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/1600/a-pix-of-a-gondol-tree-taken-from-my-apts-window.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/320/a-pix-of-a-gondol-tree-taken-from-my-apts-window.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feeling Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a recently graduated undergrad student from UK last weekend when he and his family came over to check out &lt;a href="http://foxtrot.moto.kiev.ua/kawasaki/image001.jpg" target=_blank&gt;By's new babe&lt;/a&gt;. By wanted to get rid of this one to get an easy rider. So, if anyone's interested to buy a hotty like this, please contact me or By la ye. &lt;br /&gt;Okey, back to this mamat. He commented that many of his friends aren't going back  home to Malaysia; instead they're more contented working, living, and continuing to  live in their own comfort zones. Kindda triggered me remember my life in Bloomington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoowwy yes living in the states is bliss. The salary is tremendous, the environment/weather is magnificent not like Malaysia yang kalau-tak-hujan-panas-kalau tak-panas-hujan, the shopping is magnificent, the stuff are cheap, the people are polite, the customer service is perfect, and the feeling is independent. Yang last ni yang mahal nih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples happened in Malaysia to support my premise: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goody and Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia  : We spent like half of our savings to buy furniture and equipments for our   &lt;br /&gt;            new home. Plus the food in Tanjung Malim is quite crazy too mengalahkan &lt;br /&gt;            KL. We took a loan to buy our own car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US   : We spent like couple of dollars to buy food every week and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;            We could get beautiful furniture and sometimes paintings from the &lt;br /&gt;            dumpsters outside the apartment. All we need was big muscles to carry the &lt;br /&gt;            stuff into our house. Cars can be sold and bought without any complexity; &lt;br /&gt;            the cheapest decent car I got was $ 500. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Customer Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia   : I went to a crowded post office in Bukit Mertajam to ask a question &lt;br /&gt;             "Kalau nak beli sampul post express, kena beratur ke, boleh amik kat&lt;br /&gt;             kaunter stem je?" to a makcik who was sitting in a closed counter. No&lt;br /&gt;             answer. I asked again. No answer. I thought for a simple question like &lt;br /&gt;             that she may able to help the customer even though the counter was &lt;br /&gt;             closed. I asked for the third time. No answer, dia boleh buat bodo je. I&lt;br /&gt;             hate you makcik post office government yang malas nak layan orang, your&lt;br /&gt;             customer service is zero. (Phewww...am I glad to push it out of my &lt;br /&gt;             system after 6 months terperap in my stomach) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US    : Makcik post office in Bloomington was really friendly, we chit-chatted &lt;br /&gt;             while waiting for my forms to be processed. She asked me if I have a  &lt;br /&gt;             boyfriend, blablabla...girl's talk la pulak. We couldn't talk much since&lt;br /&gt;             the form processing was pretty fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia   : Malaysian people are too busy body, but bertempat. Yaaa, pada tempat &lt;br /&gt;             yang tak sepatutnya..kehkeh. This issue doesn't need to be elaborated &lt;br /&gt;             la. We all know too well the examples and whatnot. Issue perkauman lagi&lt;br /&gt;             satu, hok melayu, hok cina, hok india. Dok pusing pi mai pi mai tang tu&lt;br /&gt;             je laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US    : We were basically free to do anything. If suddenly we hampar a newspaper on a sidewalk, nobody will sekodeng or starring at us. Even while wearing tudung, I actually didn't feel discriminated at all; even though I had been harassed twice by a crazy Mexican lady and a drunken trucker. As far as I am concerned, crazy Mexicans and truckers are not normal people so no point raising an issue here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to say weih, look. Malaysia is a bad country tak bleh dijadikan contoh langsung. Alahai,..no, no, jauh sekali la nak menderhaka pada tanah tumpah darahku ini. Maybe I just miss my life 5 years ago, cycling hopelessly from dorm to class everyday, browsing the internet to look for good recipes ( I even penah tengok resepi camne nak masak kari, memang hampagas betul time mula2 sampai US), walking around campus to snap for good pictures, having picnics with friends, knocking friends' door just to share their meal cause I don't have any, calling family back home and talked for hours, missing the good stuff in Malaysia, yup, missing things that I couldn't have while in the states. Obviously, the wheel keeps turning around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I treasured things when only they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I juuuuust love to miss something, like,.. missing if my specialty. &lt;br /&gt;Bukankah rindu itu manis? (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115803839650715809?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115803839650715809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115803839650715809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115803839650715809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115803839650715809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115752098944041660</id><published>2006-09-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:41:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamba Tidak Bersalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hamba Tidak Berdosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, here's the thing. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody mesti ada something yang dia afraid of, kan..&lt;br /&gt;Tak kire la, takut kat guru besar ke, cacing ke, harimau ke, badak sumbu ke, bangunan tinggi ke... yang penting benda tu menakutkan diri kita sampai kita tannak dekat ngan dia. &lt;br /&gt;Takut nak kawen ngan takut nak sunat tu masuk muka surat lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat takut pada lipas. &lt;br /&gt;Banyak history ngan lipas nih. Contohnya time sekolah rendah dulu, sedang saya dengan penuh chomelnya berjalan di tengah koridar, terasa ada geli-geli dalam kain. Apa yang berlaku selepas itu tak dapat diceritakan atas sebab-sebab keselamatan kanak-kanak bawah umur baligh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyywaaayyy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; also afraid of something, which is normal as a human being..of course.&lt;br /&gt;He's afraid of tikus/mak menti/cik ti. &lt;br /&gt;(Saya tak paham la, nape kalau kita rasa ada tikus dalam rumah, kita tak boleh panggil dia tikus..tapi kena panggil nama lain, contohnya cik ti, mak menti, dan nama-nama yang sewaktu dengannya. Tikus tu pandai la pulak ye masuk lubang balik kalau orang tak sebut nama dia. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ridikulus!&lt;/span&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kalau ada case yang berkaitan dengan dua makhluk tersebut berlaku di mana-mana, I'll take care of the tikus, and he'll take care of the lipas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, &lt;br /&gt;By was sleeping quietely in the living room when suddenly he woke up and looked at me with a merajuk face. When I asked him why, he gently pinched my arm. &lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the cik abang had a dream about me and a box. &lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I brought him a box which sounded like 'citcitcit'...&lt;br /&gt;Saya berlari mengejar beliau bersama-sama dengan kotak yang penuh dengan tikus yang chomel-chomel(to me, not to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; obviously). (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;, hmmm...well, he pinched my arm .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapaaa...............&lt;br /&gt;tak acii.................&lt;br /&gt;hamba tidak bersalah!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mshri.on.ca/nagy/graphics/GFP%20mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115752098944041660?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115752098944041660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115752098944041660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115752098944041660'/><link 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kat komputer. &lt;br /&gt;Punyelah tergagap nak mintak permission dari boss untuk dapatkan internet.&lt;br /&gt;Waahhh..bahagianya (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka bermulalah sesi ta'aruf dengan computer kotak ini secara lebih proaktif dan memberangsangkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115743953595554925?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115743953595554925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115743953595554925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115743953595554925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nado ni wa mou makenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesame you kono shunkano&lt;br /&gt;Yagate bokura o torimaku de arou&lt;br /&gt;Musekaeru you na rearu na nichijou&lt;br /&gt;Taisetsu na mono wa ..nan da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seitaku na sekai no naka ni&lt;br /&gt;Miekakure suru eien no kakera&lt;br /&gt;Sawatte tsukande&lt;br /&gt;Bokura no ima o kicchiri aruite kou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saigo ni warau tame&lt;br /&gt;Bokura no ima o kicchiri aruite kou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115669346157588137?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115669346157588137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115669346157588137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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makes me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I was 10 years old, I promised my mother to wash her car and she would then give me some 'upah' in return. That was actually how I earned my pocket money. I decided to eat first in front of the tv before continuing with the washing. Out of nowhere, my mother suddenly came to me and without saying a word, she pinched my ears. I looked at her, clueless. Little did I know that our maid had already started washing the car thinking that she was doing me a favor, while on the other hand my mother assumed that I ordered the maid to perform my job then dengan sesuka hati mentekedarah the upah. I put down my plate, stomped outside, grabbed the washing bucket from the maid's hand, and started brushing a tire...while crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was in my secondary school, spending half of my precious teenage life in a school hostel when one Sunday morning came. The night before, my mother planned to came and pick me up at 8 am for a day away from the hostel. I normally called her several times if she was late even for 15 minutes, but that day I decided to be a good girl and demonstrated a little patience. So I sit at the corner of my bed and waited, and waited and waited until it was nearly 1 pm. And she finally came. I was very happy when I saw her face, feeling the wait was paid off. Then I asked a question that I should have not ask. I asked why she didn't come earlier. My mother said that she was actually at a store that was only 5 minutes away from the school since the morning. But since I didn't call like I usually did, she came at 1 pm. When the car stopped and my mother came out of the car, I crawled to the back seat to hide my crying face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) During one of my school years, my mother promised me that I can ask for anything if I were in the final exam's top 3. I worked my butt off during that year and at the end of the day I came to my mother asking for what she had promised earlier. I asked for a tv. It had been too long since I saw a tv in the house after the previous one was broken. My mother smiled, but there was a frowned on my father's face. I didn't exactly remember what he said but I definitely remember running back to my room and crying in front of the make up table. I already knew I wasn't going to get what I had longed for. My mother came into the room, and she hugged me....gently told me not to worry about my father. She said she would be going out for a while and asked me to wait for her. 2 hours later, she came back with a brown, heavy box and off course, I cried again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Planning a wedding in Malaysia within a month wouldn't be a real thing if it was not for my mother. She transferred everything from scratch to perfection. From mesyuarat kenduri kampong, hantaran, baju kawen, khemah, makanan, bilik pengantin, make up...everything. With the assistance of my father, of course. Both of them even gave me all the mas kawen and duit hantaran. They said that I and By needed it more for the new family. And I just couldn't ask for a better parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/1600/katil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/320/katil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My mother's design for bilik pengantin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/1600/buat%20kek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/320/buat%20kek.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even though they were tired after the wedding day, they still had the energy to make their own cakes for the night. Could see my mother's tired face clearly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/1600/kek%202%20biji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/320/kek%202%20biji.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My father was working on the finishing. 2 fruit cocktail cakes, and they were yummy, no kidding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) By and I are planning to move from Tanjung Malim to KL since By said that he kesian pada adindanya kena travel everyday Tanjung Malim - KL - Tanjung Malim. I didn't mind though. But, when I voiced out the plan to my mother, she came out with a very surprising idea. She wanted to sponsor RM*** every month for the rent, saying that she and my father will be traveling a lot to KL and will most likely use my house as their 'hotel'. And when my father heard about it, he said, "Laa..awat sikit sangat, bagi la RM*** ke..". Even though it sounds appealing, it still doesn't sound right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And even though I am married and no longer their responsibility, still, they treat me like their little girl. And there is no reason for me to treat, and love them  like they way I treated and loved them before. Or even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/1600/mak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1184/428/320/mak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A mother that always make me cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115592048833757185?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115592048833757185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115592048833757185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115592048833757185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115592048833757185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-that-always-makes-me-cry.html' title='A mother that always makes me cry...'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115548631504537764</id><published>2006-08-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:00:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesi Uji Minda</title><content type='html'>SORRY, MY BAD--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes Lina Joy: Umat Islam dinasihat jangan percaya khabar angin&lt;br /&gt;Wed | Aug 09, 06 | 01:58:52 PM&lt;br /&gt;Oleh Roy Rasul&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, 9 Ogos (Hrkh) - Umat Islam diminta bertenang dan tidak mempercayai khabar angin melalui khidmat pesanan ringkas (SMS) dan internet yang menghebahkan bahawa kes tuntutan Azlina Jailani atau Lina Joy untuk membatalkan perkataan Islam dalam MyKad memihak kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;Pengerusi Badan Bertindak Anti Murtad (Forkad), Ustaz Ridzuan Mohd Nor berkata, setakat ini tidak ada lagi sebarang keputusan dibuat oleh Mahkamah Persekutuan.&lt;br /&gt;"Forkad berasa dukacita dengan penyebaran khabar angin itu. Ini kerana sejak semalam akibat berita tersebut Forkad banyak menerima panggilan dari orang ramai bertanyakan mengenai berita tersebut," katanya yang menghubungi Harakahdaily sebentar tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Menurutnya perkara ini juga disah tidak benar oleh peguam pemerhati kes Lina Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya lagi, beliau bimbang khabar angin tersebut adalah satu perancangan yang diatur oleh musuh Islam supaya pendokong Islam lemah dalam perjuangan.&lt;br /&gt;Sehubungan itu, beliau menyeru seluruh umat Islam berdoa untuk memastikan kes tersebut berpihak kepada umat Islam.&lt;br /&gt;"Forkad berharap umat Islam berpuasa sunat pada hari Isnin ini dan mendirikan solat hajat di masjid dan surau malam keesokannya," katanya sambil meminta mereka yang tidak bertanggungjawab menghentikan penyebaran khabar angin tersebut. - mks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: In a car&lt;br /&gt;Pelakon tak berapa popular: By and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Do you know why Jews seem so strong compared to Muslims yang nampak lemah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm... key factors.., business, economy, money..sebab tu diorang power. (I was actually thinking about boycot-memboycot TESCO, McD, PizzaHut dan kawasan2 yang sewaktu dengannya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: The key actually lies in the first ayah revealed to Rasulullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err.. Iqra'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes.... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Jews so powerful? AND Why are Muslims so powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Jews so powerful?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 14 million Jews in the world; seven million in the Americas, five million in Asia, two million in Europe and 100,000 in Africa. For every single Jew in the world there are 100 Muslims. Yet, Jews are more than a hundred times more powerful than all the Muslims put together. Ever wondered why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus of Nazareth was Jewish. Albert Einstein, the most influential scientist of all time and TIME magazine's 'Person of the Century', was a Jew. Sigmund Freud -- id, ego, superego -- the father of psychoanalysis was a Jew. So were Karl Marx, Paul Samuelson and Milton Friedman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other Jews whose intellectual output has enriched the whole humanity: Benjamin Rubin gave humanity the vaccinating needle. Jonas Salk developed the first polio vaccine. Alert Sabin developed the improved live polio vaccine. Gertrude Elion gave us a leukaemia fighting drug. Baruch Blumberg developed the vaccination for Hepatitis B. Paul Ehrlich discovered a treatment for syphilis (a sexually transmitted disease). Elie Metchnikoff won a Nobel Prize in infectious diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Katz won a Nobel Prize in neuromuscular transmission. Andrew Schally won a Nobel in endocrinology (disorders of the endocrine system; diabetes, hyperthyroidism). Aaron Beck founded Cognitive Therapy (psychotherapy to treat mental disorders, depression and phobias). Gregory Pincus developed the first oral contraceptive pill. George Wald won a Nobel for furthering our understanding of the human eye. Stanley Cohen won a Nobel in embryology (study of embryos and their development). Willem Kolff came up with the kidney dialysis machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 105 years, 14 million Jews have won 15-dozen Nobel Prizes while only three Nobel Prizes have been won by 1.4 billion Muslims (other than Peace Prizes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Jews so powerful? Stanley Mezor invented the first micro-processing chip. Leo Szilard developed the first nuclear chain reactor. Peter Schultz, optical fibre cable; Charles Adler, traffic lights; Benno Strauss, Stainless steel; Isador Kisee, sound movies; Emile Berliner, telephone microphone and Charles Ginsburg, videotape recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous financiers in the business world who belong to Jewish faith include Ralph Lauren (Polo), Levis Strauss (Levi's Jeans), Howard Schultz (Starbuck's), Sergey Brin (Google), Michael Dell (Dell Computers), Larry Ellison (Oracle), Donna Karan (DKNY), Irv Robbins (Baskins &amp; Robbins) and Bill Rosenberg (Dunkin Donuts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Levin, President of Yale University, is a Jew. So are Henry Kissinger (American secretary of state), Alan Greenspan (fed chairman under Reagan, Bush, Clinton and Bush), Joseph Lieberman, Madeleine Albright (American secretary of state), Casper Weinberger (American secretary of defence), Maxim Litvinov (USSR foreign Minister), David Marshal (Singapore's first chief minister), Issac Isaacs (governor-general of Australia), Benjamin Disraeli (British statesman and author), Yevgeny Primakov (Russian PM), Barry Goldwater, Jorge Sampaio (president of Portugal), John Deutsch (CIA director), Herb Gray (Canadian deputy PM), Pierre Mendes (French PM), Michael Howard (British home secretary), Bruno Kreisky (chancellor of Austria) and Robert Rubin (American secretary of treasury).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the media, famous Jews include Wolf Blitzer (CNN), Barbara Walters (ABC News), Eugene Meyer (Washington Post), Henry Grunwald (editor-in-chief Time), Katherine Graham (publisher of The Washington Post), Joseph Lelyyeld (Executive editor, The New York Times), and Max Frankel (New York Times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name the most beneficent philanthropist in the history of the world?&lt;br /&gt;The name is George Soros, a Jew, who has so far donated a colossal $4 billion most of which has gone as aid to scientists and universities around the world. Second to George Soros is Walter Annenberg, another Jew, who has built a hundred libraries by donating an estimated $2 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Olympics, Mark Spitz set a record of sorts by wining seven gold medals. Lenny Krayzelburg is a three-time Olympic gold medalist. Spitz, Krayzelburg and Boris Becker are all Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Harrison Ford, George Burns, Tony Curtis, Charles Bronson, Sandra Bullock, Billy Crystal, Woody Allen, Paul Newman, Peter Sellers, Dustin Hoffman, Michael Douglas, Ben Kingsley, Kirk Douglas, Goldie Hawn, Cary Grant, William Shatner, Jerry Lewis and Peter Falk are all Jewish? As a matter of fact, Hollywood itself was founded by a Jew. Among directors and producers, Steven Spielberg, Mel Brooks, Oliver Stone, Aaron Spelling (Beverly Hills 90210), Neil Simon (The Odd Couple), Andrew Vaina (Rambo 1/2/3), Michael Man (Starsky and Hutch), Milos Forman (One flew over the Cuckoo's Nest), Douglas Fairbanks (The thief of Baghdad) and Ivan Reitman (Ghostbusters) are all Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be certain, Washington is the capital that matters and in Washington the lobby that matters is The American Israel Public Affairs Committee, or AIPAC. Washington knows that if PM Ehud Olmert were to discover that the earth is flat, AIPAC will make the 109th Congress pass a resolution congratulating Olmert on his discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William James Sidis, with an IQ of 250-300, is the brightest human who ever existed. Guess what faith did he belong to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;So, why are Jews so powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Muslims so powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are an estimated 1,476,233,470 Muslims on the face of the planet: one billion in Asia, 400 million in Africa, 44 million in Europe and six million in the Americas. Every fifth human being is a Muslim; for every single Hindu there are two Muslims, for every Buddhist there are two Muslims and for every Jew there are one hundred Muslims. Ever wondered why Muslims are so powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why: There are 57 member-countries of the Organisation of Islamic Conference (OIC), and all of them put together have around 500 universities; one university for every three million Muslims. The United States has 5,758 universities and India has 8,407. In 2004, Shanghai Jiao Tong University compiled an 'Academic Ranking of World Universities', and intriguingly, not one university from Muslim-majority states was in the top-500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per data collected by the UNDP, literacy in the Christian world stands at nearly 90 per cent and 15 Christian-majority states have a literacy rate of 100 per cent. A Muslim-majority state, as a sharp contrast, has an average literacy rate of around 40 per cent and there is no Muslim-majority state with a literacy rate of 100 per cent. Some 98 per cent of the 'literates' in the Christian world had completed primary school, while less than 50 percent of the 'literates' in the Muslim world did the same. Around 40 per cent of the 'literates' in the Christian world attended university while no more than two per cent of the 'literates' in the Muslim world did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim-majority countries have 230 scientists per one million Muslims. The US has 4,000 scientists per million and Japan has 5,000 per million. In the entire Arab world, the total number of full-time researchers is 35,000 and there are only 50 technicians per one million Arabs (in the Christian world there are up to 1,000 technicians per one million). Furthermore, the Muslim world spends 0.2 per cent of its GDP on research and development, while the Christian world spends around five per cent of its GDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conclusion: The Muslim world lacks the capacity to produce knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily newspapers per 1,000 people and number of book titles per million are two indicators of whether knowledge is being diffused in a society. In Pakistan, there are 23 daily newspapers per 1,000 Pakistanis while the same ratio in Singapore is 360. In the UK, the number of book titles per million stands at 2,000 while the same in Egypt is 20.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The Muslim world is failing to diffuse knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exports of high technology products as a percentage of total exports are an important indicator of knowledge application. Pakistan's exports of high technology products as a percentage of total exports stands at one per cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same for Saudi Arabia is 0.3 per cent; Kuwait, Morocco, and Algeria are all at 0.3 per cent while Singapore is at 58 per cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conclusion: The Muslim world is failing to apply knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Muslims powerless? Because we aren't producing knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;Why are Muslims powerless? Because we aren't diffusing knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;Why are Muslims powerless? Because we aren't applying knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;And, the future belongs to knowledge-based societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the combined annual GDP of 57 OIC-countries is under $2 trillion. America, just by herself, produces goods and services worth $12 trillion; China $8 trillion, Japan $3.8 trillion and Germany $2.4 trillion (purchasing power parity basis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil rich Saudi Arabia, UAE, Kuwait and Qatar collectively produce goods and services (mostly oil) worth $500 billion; Spain alone produces goods and services worth over $1 trillion, Catholic Poland $489 billion and Buddhist Thailand $545 billion (Muslim GDP as a percentage of world GDP is fast declining).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, why are Muslims so powerless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Lack of education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;######################################################################&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - I came to a land without a people for a people without a land.  Those people who happened to be here, had no right to be here, and my people showed them they had to leave or die, razing 480 Palestinian villages to the ground, erasing their history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - some of my people committed massacres and later became Prime Ministers to represent me. In 1948, Menachem Begin was in charge of the unit that slaughtered the inhabitants of Deir Yassin, including 100 men, women, and children. In 1953, Ariel Sharon led the slaughter of the inhabitants of Qibya, and in 1982 arranged for our allies to butcher around 2,000 in the refugee camps of Sabra and Shatilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - carved in 1948 out of 78% of the land of Palestine, dispossessing its inhabitants and replacing them with Jews from Europe and other parts of the world. While the natives whose milies lived on this land for thousands of years are not allowed to return, Jews from all over the world are welcome to instant citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - in 1967, I swallowed the remaining lands of Palestine – the West Bank and Gaza - and placed their inhabitants under an oppressive military rule, controlling and humiliating every aspect of their daily lives. Eventually, they should get the message that they are not welcome to stay, and join the millions of Palestinian refugees in the shanty camps of Lebanon and Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - I have the power to control American policy. My American Israel Public Affairs Committee can make or break any politician of its choosing, and as you see, they all compete to please me. All the forces of the world are powerless against me, including the UN as I have the American veto to block any condemnation of my war crimes. As Sharon so eloquently phrased it, "We control America".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - I influence American mainstream media too, and you will always find the news tailored to my favor. I have invested millions of dollars into PR representation, and CNN, New York Times, and others have been doing an excellent job of promoting my propaganda. Look at other international news sources and you will see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - and you Palestinians want to negotiate "peace!"? But you are not as smart as me; I will negotiate, but will only let you have your municipalities while I control your borders, your water, your airspace, and anything else of importance. While we "negotiate," I will swallow your hilltops and fill them with settlements, populated by the most extremist of my extremists, armed to the teeth. These settlements will be connected with roads you cannot use, and you will be imprisoned in your little Bantustans between them, surrounded by checkpoints in every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - with the fourth strongest army in the world, possessing nuclear weapons. How dare your children confront my oppression with stones, don't you know my soldiers won't hesitate to blow their heads off? In 17 months, I have killed 900 of you and injured 17,000, mostly civilians, and have the mandate to continue since the international community remains silent. Ignore, as I do, the hundreds of Israeli soldiers who are now refusing to carry out my control over your lands and people; their voices of conscience will not protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Israel - and you want freedom? I have bullets, tanks, missiles, Apaches, and F-16's, to obliterate you. I have placed your towns under siege, confiscated your lands, uprooted your trees, demolished your homes, and you still demand freedom? Don't you get the message? You will never have peace or freedom, because I am Israel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115548631504537764?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115548631504537764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115548631504537764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115548631504537764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115548631504537764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/08/sesi-uji-minda.html' title='Sesi Uji Minda'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115487768528399414</id><published>2006-08-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:21:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa Untuk Sahabat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doa Untuk Sahabat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah, selamatkanlah umat Islam yg sedang sengsara di Palestin, Lebanon, Afghanistan, Iraq, Chechnya serta diseluruh pelosok dunia akibat dari angkara mungkar dan kekejaman musuh... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.merip.org/mer/mer222/hanafi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115487768528399414?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115487768528399414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115487768528399414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115487768528399414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115487768528399414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/08/doa-untuk-sahabat.html' title='Doa Untuk Sahabat'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115400900913357423</id><published>2006-07-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:03:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do, Re, Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do, Re, Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird when 3 of my siblings are taking the same exam, in the same year. Aishah is inevitably in form 5, since she's 17 years old. Both Ammar and Amir are 22 and 20 years old but they had spent their good teenage years in Madrasah Miftahul Ulum, an all-boy private school, and didn't get the opportunity to sit for a real 'kementerian' exams even though they did learn maths, english, and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Aishah, Amir and Ammar will be sitting for SPM this year. We have 3 sets of textbook for each subject, except the books are widely spread in term of location. Aishah's at her hostel, or school, or whatever...in Nibung Tebal. Amir's up in his room or sometimes in his bag when he brings them to school in Kepala Batas. Ammar's on his table, at one corner of our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammar's books never leave the house. Graduated from a very soleh academic institution, he came out quite polite, nice and shy. On the night before the first day of coming into a public school, he came to our grandma and mumbled, &lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana nak pi sekolah esok ni..."&lt;br /&gt;Tok asked, "Awatnya..?"&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "Ramai sangat pempuan..."  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of his first day of school, he called Mak and told her that he didn't want to go back to that school. Culture shock, undeniably. He couldn't stand the students. They were too rude towards the teachers, asking stupid questions. &lt;br /&gt;So, he's now studying by himself for SPM at home, tutored by mak. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir is another different story, even though Ammar and him graduated from the same school. He is charming, easy to get along with, always helping people around. He is naturally built that way. Haven't heard him nagging about school yet. With only 4 boys in a sea of girls in the classroom, he must be doing fine then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, his cikgu had assigned his class a portfolio to be completed within 1 month. So, during that period of time he was bursting his butt off to produce a decent job. A day before the due date, his girl friends aka kawan-kawan sekelas pempuan asked to borrow his completed portfolio. Been a nice macho guy, of course...he gave his portfolio to the girls and requested the girls to submit in his portfolio along with theirs on the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a chaos busy school day that afternoon, not a single girl remembered that they had left his portfolio in the classroom. It was laying helplessly on a table, near a window. During the night, the rain came for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;The ink on the paper smeared, all graphs became blurry. Disaster beyond reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the morning came. &lt;br /&gt;Horror streaked on some innocent faces. Amir was flabbergasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next second, half of girls in the class were busy like ants. They planned to make another portfolio that was supposed to be completed in a month, in just a day. &lt;br /&gt;Amir started drawing, the girls helped him coloring. Tak belajar bebudak nih semata-mata nak menolong si Amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Amir handed in his freshly made portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;And all he had to say to mak was, "Diorang kaler lagi lawa,mak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik la hang ni handsome Tok Mir oooiiii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115400900913357423?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115400900913357423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115400900913357423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115400900913357423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115400900913357423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-re-mi.html' title='Do, Re, Mi'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115374803423277162</id><published>2006-07-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:41:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quotes I found interesting. Or not.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some quotes I found interesting. Or not. : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are on akhlaq, budi pekerti, ect. which Islam already thaught since forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can become angry, that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way...   this is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go wrong, don't go with them. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Roger Babson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every great fortune there is a crime. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Honore de Balzac &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics stupidity is not a handicap. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smarter than other people, just don't tell them so. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a man who grins when he fights. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Winston Churchill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Epictetus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish and visitors stink after three days. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Benjamin Franklin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Gucci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115374803423277162?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115374803423277162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115374803423277162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115374803423277162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115374803423277162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-quotes-i-found-interesting-or-not.html' title='Some quotes I found interesting. Or not.'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115315451243687627</id><published>2006-07-18T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:42:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Sang Arnab dan Kura-kura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kisah Sang Arnab dan Kura-kura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu malam yang tak berapa hening, si isteri yang agak sukar untuk tidur berkata kepada suaminya yang sudah pun tidur2 ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si isteri: Abang, abang ceritalah cerita2 cam...kisah ali baba bujang lapuk ke, si arnab dan kura-kura ke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang suami: Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari, arnab dan kura-kura nak berlumba lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, kura-kura pun menang...&lt;br /&gt;(*krohh kroohh...already continued his sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan, (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115315451243687627?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115315451243687627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115315451243687627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115315451243687627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115315451243687627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/07/kisah-sang-arnab-dan-kura-kura.html' title='Kisah Sang Arnab dan Kura-kura'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115270634792857379</id><published>2006-07-12T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:12:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara Gunung Kinabalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sayonara Gunung Kinabalu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid at first, there was an evil thought whispering to my ears that I may not be able to make it to the top of the great mountain. Al-maklumlah, I'm just an average fit person and I hadn't done any intensive training after all. All I did was running around Proton Lake with By before flatten out after the second round. Pancit owlredi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 16 km walking distance altogether from the bottom to the peak. The journey was hard, absorbing all my energy and once in a while there would be rocky stairs to be climbed and that was the trickiest part. We would think that those stairs were supposed to help us out, to make the climb easier but they were lying there just to make me look silly. I was crawling during the first kilometer, and it was not just a figure of speech. I was actually used both hands and feet stepping slowly on the dirt. Oh, the shame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't carry on for the next kilometer. Hehehe..no, no....&lt;br /&gt;After some moral supports from By and a bottle of Kacip Fatimah, I sprinted, leaving those who passed me before..even By had to take a breath before running after me. Kehkeh, okey la.. I exaggerated a bit. But alhamdulillah, By and I were among the first batch arrived at the peak; breathed the cool breeze, adapted the chilled air, amused by the breathtaking scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Low's Peak at 5:15 am, when it was already Fajr. By and I performed our Subh at the highest ground point ever in our lives. Indeed, that was truly mesmerizing. We waited for the sun to come out and let our faces shimmered with its orange, beautiful glow. After many pictures taken, after all our lips were blacken by the coldness of the air, we mounted down the mountain back to Laban Rata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down was another story. &lt;br /&gt;When we were climbing up the day before, we met a bunch of hikers going down from the mountain and leaved us with a somewhat perplexing advice; "That (climbing up) is fun. Enjoy it while you can,"&lt;br /&gt;And not after the next 10 minutes of going down have I realized how very very very true their statement was. There were so many methods of climbing down can be seen, as people just couldn't bear of walking down the mountain in a normal way. Some walked like crabs, side-ways. Some walked backwards. Some used sticks. &lt;br /&gt;I, used all of them. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were waiting for our flight back to KL on Sunday evening, the majority of our group members were walking like a bunch of penguins.  By and I looked like an old couple, with sticks in our hands, walking slowly with terkengkang-terkengkang feet. Oh, again..the shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and I came to work on Monday but both of us decided to take a leave on Tuesday since we were still walking like crabs, or penguins.....well, pick one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is still there, but it is all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;The trip to Gunung Kinabalu was a magnificent memory, and I wouldn't even think of trading it for anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: By has already talked about climbing another mountains. Gunung Nuang sounds interesting. Gunung Tahan needs a lot of training, which I lack of right now, so that's out of the question. Man, I need to get fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115270634792857379?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115270634792857379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115270634792857379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115270634792857379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115270634792857379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/07/sayonara-gunung-kinabalu.html' title='Sayonara Gunung Kinabalu'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115219352437152030</id><published>2006-07-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:16:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO TO DIE IN HARRY POTTER 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWO TO DIE IN HARRY POTTER 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a forever fan of fantasy world, be it Enid Blyton's or J.K Rowling's. &lt;br /&gt;When Britain's Channel 4 interviewed J.K Rowling, she mentioned that the final chapter of the 7th book was written long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The final chapter is hidden away, although it's now changed very slightly. One character got a reprieve, but I have to say that 2 die that I didn't intend to die," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can completely understand, however, the mentality of an author who thinks 'Well, I'm going to kill them off because that means there can be no non-author-written sequels'...so, it will end with me, and after I'm dead and gone they won't be able to bring back the character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowling, 40, who wrote the first Harry Potter adventure when she was unemployed single mother, but has gone on to become one of the richest authors in history with a personal fortune estimated at more than US $1 billion (RM3.5 billion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- adapted from Reuters -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I would be really heart-broken if either Harry, or Ron, or Hermione dies. The 2 characters are definitely not the favourite-to-be-killed ones like Professor Snape, or the caretaker of Hogwart; Argus Filch, or somebody bad; experiences learnt, Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore were already gone..those were the good-goody ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort may be one of the soon-to-be-dead characters, biasakla jalan cerita yang cliche. Orang jahat akan mati punye akhir2 time klimaks. Unless, Rowling wants to do something different, which I doubt..considering she doesn't want anybody else to continue fabricating Voldemort's dirty works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate to think that Rowling will kill Harry, but that is one good possibility referring to her statement above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rowling really doesn't need to worry about someone gonna steal her story since maybe, possibly, it will not be as good as hers, otherwise there will be plenty of books competitively similar to hers considering the demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BESTSELLING BOOKS – Courtesy of Kinokuniya Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;TOP 5 FICTION BESTSELLERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Angles and Demons -  Dan Brown             (Need to read if have time)&lt;br /&gt;2) My Best Friends’ Girl - Dorothy Koomson   (Bleerrrrgghh...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Saving Fish From Drowning - Amy Tan       (Might be good, her 'The Joy Luck Club'&lt;br /&gt;                                              was pretty impressive)&lt;br /&gt;4) If You Could See Me Now - Cecelia Ahern   ( Don't think I wanna see you now)&lt;br /&gt;5) The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown             ( Hmm.....is it really that good?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115219352437152030?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115219352437152030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115219352437152030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115219352437152030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115219352437152030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-to-die-in-harry-potter-7.html' title='TWO TO DIE IN HARRY POTTER 7'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115142260685011276</id><published>2006-06-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:07:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alien is Coming</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Alien Is Coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; has always been out of station, not the ones for works but for holidays. Perrghh...His company really pampers him and his colleagues a lot. They had fun in Pulau Pangkor, filled up their stomachs during a picnic in Trolak, riding sporty buggies at some pantai I couldn't recall, and mencandat bapak sotong in Kuala Terengganu. And he only works with the company for less than a year. That was a part of the reasons why he had to send me back to Penang several times since he didn't want me to be all alone in at home when he was away. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this coming event his company has in plan makes me pretty jealous. They're going  to the great mountain, Gunung Kinabalu in Sabah, and he'll be leaving for 3 days next month. Uhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else can I do except than supporting him to get prepared for the big climb. I have already imagined myself being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; again in Penang :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takara(So--&gt;in Japanese), when he had to attend a briefing for the trip last week, the nosy-or-is-it-supporting-wife? came along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I would be the only one listening vigilantly to the briefing even though the KLIA is the farthest place my steps will be stomping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached at the park where the briefing was supposed to be held, Amanda, the HR officer detected my alien face. Dengan muka tak malunya of being the unwanted person yang menyibuk, I just smiled at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first word that came out of her mouth was, &lt;br /&gt;"Mazri you nak bawak your wife pergi KK tak? Ada satu kosong, Ganti tempat David?" &lt;br /&gt;"What?...Ngehehhehe..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, one of their team members turned down the great opportunity to climb Gunung Kinabalu since he thought he was too old for heavy physical stuff. And since everything is already been paid..., one little space needs to be filled in. Been at the right time, at the right place, and thanks to the generousity of LG MD, I was offered to join the group. FOC ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to.. &lt;br /&gt;"Syukurr..syukur, syukur ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;Syukur, alhamdulillah" (sila nyanyi nashed Raihan ini sampai habis secara solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key point here is,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it does pay to be a muka tak malu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xmorph.sourceforge.net/home/gourlay/public_html/Xmorph/pub/examples/mjg-alien/alien-head-440x450.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115142260685011276?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115142260685011276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115142260685011276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115142260685011276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115142260685011276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/alien-is-coming.html' title='The Alien is Coming'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115099739313178982</id><published>2006-06-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:41:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The colors of people</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Colors of People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 bosses above me, 3 office assistants, and no colleague at the same level. Being in that position has taught me how to blend in within these groups of people, the ones who are at the top and the ones who are at the bottom of the organization chart, with me terpenyek in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 different people with 8 different personalities. They make me laugh, they let me wonder, and they scare me sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing people is somewhat amusing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wonder how other people see me as; Garang banyak, sopan dan ayu memang luar bidang kuasa, pemalu tetibe, kengkadang tak tau malu langsung, kepoh ikut topik, clumsy all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a breakthrough for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a really, really high heel shoes this morning. I thought that might help me to appear somewhat taller than my normal height, (yes, me..the ketot girl). Well, BBBBIIGG mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day on my way to pwtc putra station, I couldn't bare it any longer, took the shoes off, and walked shamelessly in the middle of a heavy traffic road bare-footed. It felt just right :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115099739313178982?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115099739313178982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115099739313178982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115099739313178982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115099739313178982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/colors-of-people.html' title='The colors of people'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115081482598863985</id><published>2006-06-21T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:59:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanita Terlarang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wanita Terlarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Jangan engkau kahwini wanita yang enam, jangan yang Ananah, yang Mananah, dan yang Hananah, dan jangan engkau kahwini yang Hadaqah, yang Baraqah dan yang Syadaqah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Wanita Ananah:banyak mengeluh dan mengadu dan tiap saat memperalatkan sakit atau   buat-buat sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. Wanita Mananah:suka membangkit-bangkit terhadap suami. Wanita ini sering menyatakan, 'Aku membuat itu keranamu'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Wanita Hananah: menyatakan kasih sayangnya kepada suaminya yang lain, yang dikahwininya sebelum ini atau kepada anaknya dari suami yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Wanita Hadaqah: melemparkan pandangan dan matanya pada tiap sesuatu, lalu menyatakan keinginannya untuk memiliki barang itu dan memaksa suaminya untuk membelinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. Wanita Baraqah: ada 2 makna, pertama yang sepanjang hari mengilatkan dan menghias mukanya, kedua dia marah ketika makan dan tidak mahu makan kecuali sendirian dan diasingkannya bahagianya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Wanita Syadaqah: banyak cakap tidak menentu lagi bising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dicatat oleh Imam Al-Ghazalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I pray that I won't fall under any of these categories, Ameenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Because if I do, it means that I don't deserve my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; anymore, heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saidina Umar Al Khattab r.a berkata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt;Orang yang banyak ketawa itu kurang wibawanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt;Orang yang suka menghina orang lain, dia juga akan dihina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt;Orang yang menyintai akhirat, dunia pasti menyertainya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt;Barangsiapa menjaga kehormatan orang lain, pasti kehormatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;      dirinya akan terjaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: Terdengar satu nasyid dari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Muhammad al-husayyan - Fi Laylah Minal Layali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;yang melodinya sama dengan lagu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Shrek - Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. Tatau sapa tiru sapa sebenarnya, but I bet Shrek yang tiru Muhammad al-Hussayyan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115081482598863985?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115081482598863985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115081482598863985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115081482598863985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115081482598863985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanita-terlarang.html' title='Wanita Terlarang'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115081885792128341</id><published>2006-06-20T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:06:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FI LAYLAH MINAL LAYALI - MUHAMMAD AL-HUSAYYAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Assalamualaykum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FI LAYLAH MINAL LAYALI - MUHAMMAD AL-HUSAYYAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Album : Mawlay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi Laylatin Minal Layal Lastu Adri Ma'tarani&lt;br /&gt;Zulmatun Taghrumuni Ya Rab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Ardhu Daqat Wassama' Wa Qalbi Ma Arafud Dhiya'&lt;br /&gt;Wad Dam'u Bata Yabki Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaytu Waz Zanbu Kabir&lt;br /&gt;Wa Inni Fi Huzni Asir&lt;br /&gt;Muqayyadun Bizanbi Ya Rab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahal Yastahiqqu Ya Ilahil Afwa Mujrima&lt;br /&gt;Muqirrun Biz Zunubi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antal Lazi Khalaqtani Rahimtani Wa Razaqtani&lt;br /&gt;Dauman Ya Rabbi Qad Kunta Ma'i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakinnani Naaitu Anka Nasitu Ma Qad Kana Lak&lt;br /&gt;Wa Sirtu Fi Toriqi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal Yaum Ya Rabbi A'ud Min Zulmatin Khalfal Hudud&lt;br /&gt;Fal Qalbu Munkasirun Wa Torofi Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Anal Ghariqu Fala Ara Illa Siwaka Liy Munqiza&lt;br /&gt;La Manja Wa La Manja Illa Anta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Terjemahan Oleh : WEWR Entertainment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di malam dari malam-malam&lt;br /&gt;Tidakku tahu apa yang menimpaku&lt;br /&gt;Kegelapan menyelubungiku oh Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumi terasa sempit juga langit&lt;br /&gt;Dan hatiku tidak ketahuan cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Dan air mata pasti menangis Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kubermaksiat dan berdosa besar&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku menjadi tawanan kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;Terikat dengan dosa wahai Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka adakah berhak wahai Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Mengampunkan penjenayah&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengaku dosa-dosa Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkaulah Yang Menciptaku, Merahmatiku, Memberi Rezekiku,&lt;br /&gt;Setiap masa oh Tuhan, Kau pernah bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapiku menjauhi diri daripada-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Kulupakan apa yang dahulu milik-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kumengikut jalanku sendiri Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari ini wahai Tuhanku&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang dari kegelapan luar sempadan&lt;br /&gt;Maka hatiku retak dan mataku bingung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tenggelam maka aku tidak nampak sesiapa&lt;br /&gt;Kecuali Engkau sebagai penyelamatku&lt;br /&gt;Tiada penyelamat dan tiada penyelamat kecuali Engkau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ilahi Ya Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;p/s: Mana la nak cari mp3 nasyid nih.  Radio misg asyik down pulak.&lt;br /&gt;The demo song boleh didapati di sini &lt;a href="http://www.enshad.net/Mawlay/demo_D.mp3"&gt;http://www.enshad.net/Mawlay/demo_D.mp3,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dek kerana ini adalah demo songs, the above song mentioned ada di minit ke 5:38.&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/7168877-115081885792128341?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115081885792128341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115081885792128341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115081885792128341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115081885792128341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/fi-laylah-minal-layali-muhammad-al.html' title='FI LAYLAH MINAL LAYALI - MUHAMMAD AL-HUSAYYAN'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-115039086818730932</id><published>2006-06-16T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:13:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendor Development Department, that's where I am located in a building that used to be the highest building in the world. As far as the job is concerned, I'm loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is basically what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job actually duplicates everything I have done in school. I make research on companies, I do papers and proposals, I negotiate amount millions of dollars, and I attend various kind of meetings with big, corporate individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of the job is while in school all the assignments are based on make-up scenarios, here I am encountering real case studies, real people, real money ...muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The additional part of the job is I will be traveling around Malaysia for many site visits. Yeay yeahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in expedite learning process. I don't even know where my learning curve is. I'm supposed to attend a two-month induction course first in Bangi and Batu Rakit but the department wanted a helping hand badly at this time of year, so I assume the course will be postponed until next year while I'm being bullied for the next 6 months. During my 7 days in this department, I have attended 6 meetings with datuk2, done a proposal to be presented next Thursday in a major meeting, will be presenting VDP(Vendor Development Program) next week at PWTC. I am supposed to feel lethargic by the overwhelming-never-ending job, but surprisingly, I didn't. My presumption is that I have my angel waiting at home to sooth me down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a company with medium/high technology involved and it has something related to PSCs (Shell, Exxon, ect), please come to PWTC on Thursday, Friday and Saturday from 9:30 am to 6:00 pm to further be acquainted with what Petronas Vendor Development Department can offer you and what you can offer to the country. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I started thinking like an adult already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to this since my boss asyik pasang je kat PC dia. &lt;br /&gt;Menarik jugak, cite katun + game rupanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQpbz-ccmxw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQpbz-ccmxw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-115039086818730932?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/115039086818730932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=115039086818730932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115039086818730932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/115039086818730932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/vdd.html' title='VDD'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114977109907000032</id><published>2006-06-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:10:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Before and After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working for 5 days including today. &lt;br /&gt;So much time traveling, &lt;br /&gt;so much time at work, &lt;br /&gt;so little time with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE WORKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  6:15 am - bangun pagi, solat subuh, gosok baju abang, buat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;BY:  6:15 am - bangun pagi, solat subuh, mandi, makan breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  7:30 am - kemas rumah, tengok tv, baca buku, internet, tidur sunat..heheh&lt;br /&gt;BY:  7:30 am - pergi kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  4:00 pm - start masak for dinner, watch the Simpsons and Malcolm in the Middle&lt;br /&gt;BY:  4:00 pm - still at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  6:30 pm - waiting for By, dinner with By&lt;br /&gt;BY:  6:30 pm - balik rumah, dinner with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  2:00 am - tidur&lt;br /&gt;BY: 12:00 am - tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER WORKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  5:00 am - bangun pagi, mandi, solat subuh&lt;br /&gt;BY:  5:00 am - bangun pagi, solat subuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  6:00 am - naik bus di Tanjung Malim ke KL&lt;br /&gt;BY:  6:00 am - hantar the wife naik bus di Tanjung Malim ke KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  7:00 am - still on the bus&lt;br /&gt;BY:  7:00 am - berjogging di Kota Malim, mandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  8:00 am - sampai di KLCC&lt;br /&gt;BY:  8:00 am - sampai di Proton City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  6:30 pm - balik kerja, ke Puduraya ambil bas ke Tanjung Malim&lt;br /&gt;BY:  6:30 pm - balik kerja, berjogging, kemas rumah, sidai baju,&lt;br /&gt;               beli makanan for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  8:15 pm - sampai di stesyen bus Tanjung Malim&lt;br /&gt;BY:  8:15 pm - ambil the wife di stesyen bus Tanjung Malim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  8:30 pm - dinner with By while watching Buletin Utama&lt;br /&gt;BY:  8:30 pm - dinner with me while watching Buletin Utama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: 11:00 pm - siapkan baju untuk esok kerja&lt;br /&gt;BY: 11:00 pm - buat another laundry, siapkan baju untuk esok kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: 11:30 pm - tidur&lt;br /&gt;BY: 11:30 pm - tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I won't be seeing the sun rises up and shines in Tanjung Malim during the weekdays, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; takes the liberty of managing the household for me; he does the laundry, makes his own breakfast, buys the dinner, keeps the house clean, takes the garbage out, irons his own shirt, and goes to the bus station back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MasyaAllah,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't ask for a better husband :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114977109907000032?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114977109907000032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114977109907000032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114977109907000032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114977109907000032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114906343164170158</id><published>2006-05-31T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:34:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baik dan Buwuk</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baik dan Buruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dosa dan Pahala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kamu merasa letih kerana berbuat kebajikan &lt;br /&gt;Maka sesungguhnya keletihan itu akan hilang dan &lt;br /&gt;kebaikan yang dilakukan akan terus kekal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekiranya kamu berseronok dengan dosa&lt;br /&gt;Maka sesungguhnya keseronokkan itu akan hilang dan&lt;br /&gt;dosa itu akan terus kekal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saidina Ali bin Abi Talib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumusan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian&lt;br /&gt;Bersusah sakit dahulu, bersyukur senang kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Buat benda baik memang la letih sikit, kan...&lt;br /&gt;Tolong mak basuh pinggan, tolong abah cuci kereta, tolong jiran sapu sampah, tolong atok beli suwat kaba, tolong diri sendiri study untuk exams, tolong masyarakat di Palestine dan serata dunia... Isshhhh...penatnyeee..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, anggap saje la kita mengumpul point-point pahala. Pahala terkumpul macam hadiah bonanza Roda Impian. Walau tidak dapat sekarang, esok2 bile dapat sekali gus baru puas hati. Terus kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Buat jahat memang la tak letih, malah menyeronokkan, kan...&lt;br /&gt;Ngumpat, sekeh anak orang, meniru dalam exam, tertipu sunat, dan perkara-perkara yang sewaktu dengannya.... Isshhhhh...bestnyeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;Ha'ah, best la sangat. &lt;br /&gt;best ye? &lt;br /&gt;best sangat?&lt;br /&gt;ye ke best?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau anda masih lagi rasa best, sila rujuk kembali kata-kata hikmah di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucuk pauh delima batu, &lt;br /&gt;Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan,&lt;br /&gt;Jom meh perbetul action, nawaitu, &lt;br /&gt;Berpayah demi syurga idaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114906343164170158?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114906343164170158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114906343164170158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114906343164170158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114906343164170158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/baik-dan-buwuk.html' title='Baik dan Buwuk'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114846923798409891</id><published>2006-05-24T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:13:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life Goes On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in Guar Perahu, Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has sent me to my parent's house last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Sampaaai hati dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114846923798409891?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114846923798409891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114846923798409891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114846923798409891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114846923798409891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-goes-on-assalamualaykum-wht.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114802822894732782</id><published>2006-05-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:54:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Islam and Secularism</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam and Secularism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIpetik dari &lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/Friday/Dunia/20060518231532/Article/" target=_blank&gt;Berita Harian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tudung kepala alasan bunuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pemuda Turki mengaku tembak hakim kerana sekat wanita bertudung jadi pengetua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANKARA: Seorang peguam yang menyerbu masuk sebuah mahkamah dan membunuh seorang hakim serta empat orang lain memberitahu polis melakukannya atas alasan mahkamah menyekat seorang wanita daripada menjadi pengetua sekolah kerana dia memakai tudung kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/BHimages/19ars.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWALAN KETAT: Arslan&lt;br /&gt;(kanan) dikawal oleh&lt;br /&gt;polis ketika hadir&lt;br /&gt;perbicaraan di Mahkamah&lt;br /&gt;Ankara, semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim Mustafa Yucel Ozbilgin kena tembakan di kepala dan meninggal dunia di hospital, lapor agensi berita Anatolia. Saksi berkata, peguam itu, Alparslan Arslan, 29, melaungkan 'Saya tentera Allah' dan 'Allahu Akbar' sebelum melepaskan tembakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arslan adalah ahli Persatuan Guaman di Istanbul. Februari lalu, empat orang hakim termasuk Mustafa mengundi untuk menyekat kenaikan pangkat guru sekolah rendah yang memakai tudung di luar masa kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim kelima, bagaimanapun, mengundi menyokong wanita itu naik pangkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar mereka disiarkan oleh akhbar Vakit yang pro Islam. Keputusan hakim dikritik Perdana Menteri Recep Tayyip Erdogan yang partinya AKP bertunjangkan politik Islam. Erdogan, bagaimanapun, turut mengutuk penyerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangan itu disifatkan sebagai isyarat paling dramatik terhadap kekecewaan rakyat Turki yang majoritinya beragama Islam tetapi ditadbir secara sekular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia menyebabkan 25,000 orang termasuk hakim, peguam dan tokoh akademiki melakukan bantahan mengutuk serangan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perkembangan terbaru, polis juga menahan tiga lagi lelaki berkaitan kejadian serangan itu, lapor Anatolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polis belum mengulas serangan itu yang dikatakan meningkatkan ketegangan antara golongan sekular dengan pemerintah yang cenderung kepada tradisi agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isu utama membabitkan pengharaman terhadap pemakaian tudung kepala di universiti dan pejabat kerajaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengharaman itu bermula pada 1980-an tetapi ada kena mengena dengan era bekas pemimpin Mustafa Kemal Ataturk yang memansuhkan pemakaian beragama dan menggunakan peraturan perundangan ala-Switzerland pada 1926.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serangan itu juga dianggap tamparan hebat kepada AKP dalam usahanya melonggarkan peraturan mengenai pemakaian tudung kepala yang dipakai kebanyakan wanita di Turki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKP mula memerintah pada 2002 berlandaskan ikrar melonggarkan pengharaman itu. Turki akan sekali lagi menghadapi pilihan raya tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri Erdogan, wife, Emine, diharamkan daripada menghadiri majlis presiden kerana beliau memakai tudung kepala. Emine sebelum ini menggesa supaya pengharaman itu ditamatkan. – Agensi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bila tarjadinya kezaliman, yakni tidak meletakkan sesuatu pada tempatnya, maka akan adalah pelbagai cara dilakukan untuk membetulkan kezaliman itu.&lt;br /&gt;Adakah Arslan, penembak di atas nama Allah itu, berlaku zalim...atau membetulkan kezaliman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114802822894732782?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114802822894732782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114802822894732782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114802822894732782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114802822894732782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/islam-and-secularism.html' title='Islam and Secularism'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114780320865661780</id><published>2006-05-17T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:45:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiqh Issue : Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Purification Act : Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as lectured by &lt;a href="http://www.almaghrib.org/moreinstructors.php#Yahya" target=_blank&gt; Syeikh Abdulbary Yahya&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Allah says: "O ye who believe! Intoxicants, gambling, idols, and divination by arrows are but filth of Satan's handiwork. Keep away from it in order that you may succeed. [Surah al-Maidah: 90]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars agree that this verse prohibiting intoxicants is among the last verses of the Qur'an to be revealed. There is no possibility that this verse has been abrogated. Its ruling, therefore, is in force until the Day of the Judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, does the fact that the wine is unlawful (haram) also mean that it is impure (najis)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scholars are divided into two opinions concerning the purity of Alcohol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT Najis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rabi'ah ar-Rai'(Imam Malik's teacher), Daud az-Zahiry, Laith Ibn Sa'ad, Syaukani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man gave Rasulullah saw a waterskin of wine as a gift. Allah's Messenger saw said, "Do you know Allah has prohibited this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No, I did not." Then he whispered an instruction to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah saw asked, "What did you whisper to him?"&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "I told him to go and sell it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophet said, "Whatever is forbidden to drink is likewise forbidden to sell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man opened the waterskin and poured out its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sahih Muslim(3/1206), Sunan al-Bayhaqi(6/12), Musnad Ahmad(1/230,244,323, and 358),Sunan al-Darami(2/171), and Musnad Abu Ya'la(2468)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*The point is, if the wine is impure, Rasulullah would ask the man to wash the container after he poured out the wine..but Rasulullah saw didn't ask him to do so...Therefore, the wine is NOT NAJIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas relates the following, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was serving drinks to people in the home of Abu Talhah on the day the wine was prohibited, and they were drink drinking nothing but date wine.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, someone called out, "Come out and see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did so and someone called out, "Verily, wine has been prohibited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was flowing through the streets of Madinah. Abu Talhah said to me, "Take it outside and pour it out". So I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Sahih Bukhari(3/102), and Sahih Muslim(3/1568-1572)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*The point is, if the wine is najis...those people won't membanjirkan the wine di tengah2 jalan utama dioarang..memandangkan the street is where most of the people will be..dengan rumahnya kanan kiri, and the act would menajiskan kaki dan baju diorang. Based on this situation, it's implied that the wine is NOT NAJIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Najis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imam Hanifah, Malik, Syafi'e, Ahmad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebutal against Reason A: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a common sense that the guy will wash the container, so Rasulullah didn't tell him to do the obvious. For example, kalau a container tu kita dah letak air sirap. Bile habis air sirap, kita nak isi air tebu pulak. It's a common sense yang kita akan basuh the container supaya rasa dia tak bercampur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebutal against Reason B: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowing wine was not really flowing on the street, it was just a figure of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stronger opinion is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine IS NAJIS, physically and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Alcohol that will make you die if you consume it, is not really alcohol, so it's not najis. For example, alcohol in perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; However, alcohol in mouthwash like Listerine, ect is considered an alcohol..since you won't die if you swallow it. Therefore, belilah mouthwash yang tade alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114780320865661780?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114780320865661780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114780320865661780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114780320865661780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114780320865661780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/fiqh-issue-alcohol.html' title='Fiqh Issue : Alcohol'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114773383926326597</id><published>2006-05-16T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:40:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Makaru &lt;br /&gt;Wa Makarallah&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu Khairul Maakayreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say, alhamdulillah. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114773383926326597?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114773383926326597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114773383926326597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114773383926326597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114773383926326597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114759718762137973</id><published>2006-05-14T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:55:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer and My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soccer and My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; has always been a soccer fan, (or a football fan, as we call it in Malaysia). He knows every player, their individual moves, even their characteristics and lifestyles. He clicks soccernet.com every five minutes or calls his buddy to check on the scores, if he's not in front of the TV or the computer. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; and my brother, Ammar, get along so well because they always have something to talk about--&gt; soccer. That's his passion and I do respect it very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am no soccer fan. Yeah...I know some players yang glamer2; David Beckam, Michele Owen, Ronaldo...cukuplah syarat untuk memenuhi general knowledge about soccer. I have never in my life watched a game from the start until the last 90th minute.  I just don't have enough kesabaran to wait for a ball kicked or headed into the goal. The screaming part--&gt; GOAL !!!!  is inevitable so I have no problem enjoying it with the rest of the soccer fans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were about to change when one of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;'s buddies asked him to watch a game together in Hartamas. Watching a game with buddies at a mamak stall with a big screen is heaven. It was the most crucial game of this year's EPL since it would determine whether Chelsea will win or not; Chelsea was going to fight against Man U. Unluckily, he couldn't come and enjoy the crowd as much as he wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the conversation between him and his buddy, I came to him and said, "I'll be your new soccer buddy, I'll watch the whole game with you, I'll even cheer for the  team that fights against yours so that the game will be more interesting!!", Wooohh, that sounded funny to me even as I was saying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game started, I really didn't have an idea of what I am supposed to do. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; is a forever Man U fan, so I inevitably was cheering for Chelsea. After 4 minutes staring at the screen in silence, I bluntly cheered "Chelsea, Chelsea..!!!" (the rhythm was exactly as I heard once or twice on tv). The next minute, Chelsea scored its first goal. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; couldn't believe his eyes, and I couldn't stop my cheers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 90 minutes was a blast. I couldn't stop giggling at Park Ji-sung, which was always seemed to stumble sesuka hati dia even though tade orang pun tengah tackle his move. Dia rajin kejar bola although I think he plays funny. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; couldn't believe even Makelele sesuka hati mengejar Park dan menyiku si Park instead of mengejar bola. Rooney seemed to be the only one fighting against Chelsea, and when he got injured...even Chelsea's fans were heart-broken as it was not concerning the game anymore, it was about the greater deal, it was about the World Cup. Mourinho looked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too control&lt;/span&gt; macho as a manager, he is a good strategy maker but I don't really salute his early celebration before the game was over, yolah..Rooney pun dah out of the game. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; did the most unbelievable thing I have never imagined.. for the first time, he temporarily switched his loyalty to Chelsea during the second 45 minutes. For the first time, he was  really despaired by Man U's performance, ..man...that was cweezyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to involve soccer into my world, since soccer is a part of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;'s world. Soccer will have to do a lot with my life especially next month. Yes, the World Cup is approaching ladies.. We already invited Ammar to berkampung at my house since we don't have Astro in kampong Penang. Ammar told me weeks ago that he was asked untuk membacakan Yasin di Majlis Sukan Negara untuk kemenangan MyTeam. He told me Fareez wasn't a part of the team before the episode was shown on tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the sport really pretty well by now; the rules, some of the great players and how they behave on the field. I have a good sifu teaching me patiently. &lt;br /&gt;I asked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;, "Why the Malaysian players are not as good as the European players?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "That question was long asked right after Mokhtar Dahari died, and nobody really knows the answer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Ronaldinho is my favorite at this moment . He has skills that won't make my eyes blinking. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; said it's  also because of his cool, clean personalities that make people fall in love with him. Allah has created his face with a very unique gigi style that makes him looks like he's always smiling. I couldn't agree more. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114759718762137973?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114759718762137973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114759718762137973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114759718762137973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114759718762137973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/soccer-and-my-life.html' title='Soccer and My Life'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114723603470423417</id><published>2006-05-10T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:15:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Belajar Bahasa Isyarat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mari Belajar Bahasa Isyarat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, I can not help myself but to go crazy again about Japanesse stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari belajar bahasa Jepun dan juga Bahasa Isyarat ye adik-adik...,dengan bunyi-bunyian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sekiranya tersangkut-sangkut, sila minimize window ini..dan pergi la buat apa-apa keje lain yang berpekdah.. clip ini amik masa sedikit untuk didownload. Then, tekan butang play untuk kedua-kalinya. Dan jangan lupa stopkan radio misgOnline di bawah agar tidak mengganggu sesi pembelajaran anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPyTIkr2Vww" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VPyTIkr2Vww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114723603470423417?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114723603470423417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114723603470423417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114723603470423417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114723603470423417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/05/mari-belajar-bahasa-isyarat.html' title='Mari Belajar Bahasa Isyarat'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114603801345184996</id><published>2006-04-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:57:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa-apa Aje</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Apa - Apa Aje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that there are something wrong with a store when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The number of salesmen in a department store is way too many compared to the number of customers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Even in the sea of salesmen, a customer couldn't find a help he/she wants because all the salesmen are too busy talking and bergurau senda antara satu sama lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sometimes a salesman can be a little bit &lt;em&gt;charming&lt;/em&gt; when he/she just follows a customer like a little baby duckling, promotes stuff that a customer never wants, and stares at a customer like an undiscovered burglary is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I am bored with doing nothing at home, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said, "Time tak kerja, we'll find so much time doing nothing. Bila dah kerja, we'll find there isn't enough time to do a thing" Heh,.. so I guess I have to cherish all the free time I have now..considering bile dah kerja nanti I may come back home at 9, or 10...seriously.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I am done with interviews. The results are out and I am waiting for the final meetings with pengarah-pengarah. Despite of the first rejection from my first interview with Bank I****, I find myself struggling to make decision from 3 offers yang lebih kurang cinta tiga segi, atau bersegi-segi, atau apa-apa aje la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband wants me work as an executive at P******s,&lt;br /&gt;The mother wants me to work as an assistant lecturer at U*A,&lt;br /&gt;The father wants me to work as an executive at Bank N*****,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't have a preference at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever decision I'll make doens't mean that I am prefering someone over another because they are indeed equally the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a lot of istikharah... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114603801345184996?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114603801345184996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114603801345184996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114603801345184996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114603801345184996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/04/apa-apa-aje.html' title='Apa-apa Aje'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114422827106255458</id><published>2006-04-05T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:16:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still unemployed ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm still unemployed ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum and a very good day to all of you, &lt;br /&gt;hopefully your life is full with iman and taqwa, &lt;br /&gt;cherished by the ones who play important roles in your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I'm still unemployed ;p&lt;br /&gt;I only started looking for jobs at the end of February, after spending the first two months of the year berpoya-poya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had a road trip for our honeymoon: we started from Tanjung Malim --&gt; Kuala Lumpur --&gt; Kuantan --&gt; Kuala Terengganu --&gt; Cherating --&gt; Kota Bharu --&gt; Rantau Panjang (near Thailand's boarder) --&gt; Alor Setar --&gt; Pulau Langkawi --&gt; Penang. It was pretty much like a road trip we had in the US, except that it was only the two of us rather than a whole dozen of people. And since Malaysia doesn't have Mapquest yet, what we did was printing out the road of Peninsula Malaysia from JKR and figured our roads out by looking at little road numbers that I didn't know exist before. Well, if you really, I mean...really, look at a normal sign kat tepi jalan, you'll see a tiny number before a place like 3 Kampung Pasir. Than, we had to find a number 3 road by looking at lamp posts or tiny signposts that are high as my knee. It wasn't as easy as looking at Mapquest or the Road Map of America, but it was a very inspiring experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already went to two interviews, and some of my interviewers were pretty 'impressive' by my married status. In fact, I think the 'attractiveness' of being married was one of the reasons why I was rejected by Bank *****. This company, which is totally owned by Malays, had 3 stages of interview; the first one was a 30-minutes interview, the second one was a 45 minutes session and the final stage will involve a meeting with the datuk managing director. I had been recommended for the second session after 10 minutes interview in my first session, and of course I said nothing about my married status since they didn't ask. ;p .  Well, the second session didn't go very well after I revealed that I'm married (well, terkantoi..). One of the interviewer even had the courage to ask me personally at the end of the session with "Ehmm...sekarang ni dah kawen...ada pape tak ni?". He was referring to my pregnancy status la pulak, which I think has no relevance with the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other interview went pretty smooth, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;This well established company didn't really put any emphasis on my married status. All they wanted to know was my capabilities in handling problems, my expertise in discussing current issue, well.. things like that. Things that matter. They didn't even have 'Tell me about yourself' session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation about this 'married vs single' stuff with a friends of my who's already in his mid 30s. He was an interviewer once and he supports a notion that most, not all, most, of Malay companies seek for  pempuan yang 'menggeliat' (his exact term) when they're hiring, especially when the job involves many interactions with the datuk-datuk. He shared his experience dealing with a malay minister, who said something like  "Diorang (referring to woman employers yang menggeliat nih) semangat tak semangat kerja itu nombor dua, yang penting aku kerja nak kena semangat". The situation isn't the same with olang-olang Cina. If you can work well, you'll be hired regardless of your status. Sometimes, these people prefer married candidates since they think a married man/woman tends to be more responsible since he/she has a family to support, not mentioning about maturity, and blablabla lagi. Hmmm..I wonder why this thing always happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets check out other things that matter in our world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. According to Reader's Digest, when a survey was handed to 400 people in 9 Asian countries, they have voted that the top irritations of Asia are bad drivers, followed by queue-jumpers. [ I would vote for 'bad customer service' as my top list that drives me crazy ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marylyn Monroe was in love with JFK and it has been said that she committed suicide when the White House sent her warnings about the matter. [ by the way, Jackie, JFK' wife, was a babe ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A king cobra is a type of snake that eats other snakes. [ We may say that this species is a Hannibal ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Solah/Prayer is actually a doa/prayer. So, berdoa in the solah itself is more preferable than berdoa after solah. [ For example, berdoa dalam sujud. Bukan tak bole langsung berdoa after solah, bole buat tapi jangan buat selalu..nanti jadi adat plak. Doa dalam solah lagi best ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Even though Taksin was no longer the president of Thailand, his wife says ' You're Still My Man'. [ Well, that's just sweet ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maulidur Rasul would be on Tuesday next week, the 11th of April. [ Which means a cuti to most Malaysian ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Even though you love your husband or wife or parents more than anything in this world, you still have to love Rasulullah more than you love them. [ Which means that, hmmm...you figure it out by yourself laah ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114422827106255458?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114422827106255458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114422827106255458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114422827106255458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114422827106255458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-still-unemployed-p.html' title='I&apos;m still unemployed ;p'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-114353838517905320</id><published>2006-03-28T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:33:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernafas di Tanjung Malim</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say, &lt;br /&gt;yet there's so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on writing something today but after nearly an hour at the cc, &lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that I have to come back to this place to finish off my first intention...maybe tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;ehh.. maybe the next day after tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;..maybe next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana' the Procrastinator, heh ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-114353838517905320?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/114353838517905320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=114353838517905320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114353838517905320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/114353838517905320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/03/bernafas-di-tanjung-malim.html' title='Bernafas di Tanjung Malim'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113955170354429520</id><published>2006-02-10T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:02:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuppsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wupssss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not pretty sure what happened, but apparently my uploaded wedding pictures are located here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iillahana.fotopages.com"&gt;http://iillahana.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...sniff sniff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113955170354429520?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113955170354429520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113955170354429520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113955170354429520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113955170354429520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/02/wuppsss.html' title='Wuppsss'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113947394355847600</id><published>2006-02-09T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:45:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were a girl and a boy who have been destined for each other since before they were born.. wekwek.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey la..tak nak la jiwang2 karat sangat kan... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, our walimah and weddings went smoothly that I could never ask for more. I am glad to have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as my other half, and I am glad that I will be spending the rest of my life with such a wonderful person. May Allah guide this marriage until our last breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call him &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;as he calls me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;for he's my ba&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;cause he's my hub&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;he's my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who will always protect me, &lt;br /&gt;and i know that he will always be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my side during my ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story went way back when I just arrived in the United States. &lt;br /&gt;He was my senior, 2 years older than me. We glanced at each other when I arrived at the airport, and for a split second, without talking to him, with indifferent feeling towards him... Allah has sent me an instinct that he would be the one. Some people say that when you have found your Mr. Right, you will know it right away. Well, I had my piece and alhamdulillah I think I will support that notion, heheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was really not into this kindda thing. I never been in love before, except kalau minat biasa2 tu adala, kan..like I had a crush on Takeshi Kaneshiro, heheh..biasala tuh. :p Fasa bebudak tak aqil baligh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was kinnda novice in this area and was quite confused with the new situation, new emotion ..ewaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;He made my heart stopped when he said to me 'I have found the mother of my child'. &lt;br /&gt;And since then I know how commited he was in this relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I am feeling is, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Complete &lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Terjiwang jugak akhirnya. Tape la kot, sekali je seumur hidup I'm writing this kind of thing :)&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan penaja: Sesiapa yang belom berkahwin tu, sila2 cepat2kan membina masjid ye. Life will be a lot easier, happier, and prettier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila ke hann.fotopages.com untuk gambo2 wedding sebelah lelaki. Wedding sebelah perempuan tak bole nak upload lagi sebab kena tunggu charger laptop dijumpai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113947394355847600?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113947394355847600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113947394355847600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113947394355847600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113947394355847600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/02/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113696769428295082</id><published>2006-01-11T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:24:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belut Pulang ke Sarang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Belut Pulang ke Sarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I last updated this 'home' of mine. I spend my days doing chores or pretend to do it my whole day since I arrived in Malaysia 2 weeks ago, besides pi Johor and KL sometimes last week. Pretty much I am redecorating, painting, and cleaning the house for the big day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained nearly 3 kilos in 2 weeks, muahahaha… belasah je sume ketupat rending, daging, burger, almaklumkah, qadha' 3 tahun punye kuata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my siblings dah besau2 panjang sume. As I expected, I am the shortest of all 3     s in the family, but if you count mak as well, I'll become second, ..hehehe..mak tak puas hati betul when I bring this up when my relatives criticize my 'comel' appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my 2 sisters, si Aishah tu dah pandai ironkan baju adik dia voluntarily without sape2 pun suruh, pepandai dia je amik baju adik dia dari bakul and ironkan. Afik plak dah pandai jahit tudung sendiri, beli itu sendiri, buat itu sendiri without mak's help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad still manja cam dulu gak ngan kakak sulung dia, even though dah darjah 4. I thought bile balik nanti he would jadi like segan skit sebab dah 'dewasa', tapi dia still boleh bantai tidur atas my riba and do all that manja-anak-@-adik-    su stuff. Owhhh..but he still refused to show me his thingy yang telah disunatkan :p, (ehem ehem.. it's for medical reason since he dok kata he still sakit after a month la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First raya di Malaysia, alhamdulillah, awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't ask for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113696769428295082?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113696769428295082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113696769428295082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113696769428295082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113696769428295082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2006/01/belut-pulang-ke-sarang.html' title='Belut Pulang ke Sarang'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113486470908408327</id><published>2005-12-18T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:19:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Commencement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Commencement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://portfolio.iu.edu/hwanharu/raya_2005_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty bad picture, on a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wait for Kak Lynn and her silver Canon, insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113486470908408327?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113486470908408327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113486470908408327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113486470908408327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113486470908408327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, kan...&lt;br /&gt;When it was June or July, &lt;br /&gt;I was already counting the day when I'll be coming home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang pulak...&lt;br /&gt;When it is actually December, &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be coming home precisely in 1 day and 11 hours,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is..hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Tatau aa nak cakap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be&lt;br /&gt;no more Kelley School&lt;br /&gt;no more homework&lt;br /&gt;no more group projects&lt;br /&gt;no more crazy trips&lt;br /&gt;no more cool pictures during the fall&lt;br /&gt;no more Salam Perantau di Utusan..:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure insyaAllah, &lt;br /&gt;things waiting for me in Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;will make up all those Bloomington-thingy,&lt;br /&gt;oohh yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113478168154179066?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113451578178375071</id><published>2005-12-14T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:02:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Study, Jangan Memalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mari Study, Jangan Memalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my F402 final exam on Monday, I find myself hard to get started with my last final paper, which will be on Thursday morning. &lt;br /&gt;Not really thinking about the exam so much recently, whatever I'll get for my final grade is not really my concern anymore. Counter clock kat tepi tu dah tunjuk lagi 4 days 22 hours :P. When I called Poknik a few days ago, dia guna pendekatan reverse saikologi dia dah, 'takpe..takpe...tak payah la study tuh, relax2 je..' which I'm taking seriously right now...hohoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine got married last weekend, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;I missed 5 weddings of the batch already: Effa's, Sri's, Noreen's, Hani's, and Aliya's. And Effa already has a little baby girl :)&lt;br /&gt;I do hope their marriages will last forever and they live happily ever after macam cerita2 Disney tu..(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Falling vending machines kill more people than sharks in a typical year, which is 13 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A group of jellyfish is called a smack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It takes a child 20 seconds to drown, on average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It takes an adult 1 minute to drown, on average. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, however, alcohol is involved in as many as one-half of water-recreation deaths among adults and adolescents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The earth started to become white this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://portfolio.iu.edu/hwanharu/raya_2005_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from my apartment window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The guy in white shirt, Goh from Singapore, asked: 'Are you cold, why are you wearing long sleeve? And I replied back: 'Ohh..that's because you're here, and he's here too(pointing to Zaimi, the one in grey sweater). And apparently we had a nice discussion on why Muslim women are supposed to wear our hijab, which he's very interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://portfolio.iu.edu/hwanharu/raya_2005_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani and Aslam kindly cooked nasik lemak and ayam masak merah nyumnyum, celebrating Goh's graduation. And Kak Lynn kindly took this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113451578178375071?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113451578178375071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113451578178375071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113451578178375071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113451578178375071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2005/12/mari-study-jangan-memalas.html' title='Mari Study, Jangan Memalas'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113401685093793143</id><published>2005-12-08T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:01:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 Days to Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah..I'm counting the every next day until December 18th where I'll be officially flying back to Malaysia. Couldn't wait to meet my family :)&lt;br /&gt;And then, bila sampai kat Guar Perahu the process membuka my 19 boxes will begin..hohohoh (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got half of my stuff sold owredi. For the next few days I might only have a bed in my apartment. Well, not a big problem.., I guess :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A bull shark can live in fresh water as salt water. Antara tempat2 yang spesis ini pernah dilihat ialah di: Lake Nicaragua, Guatemala's Lake Yzabal, the Spanish Main and New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Shark boleh bertelur dan boleh juga melahirkan anak seperti mammal yg normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am such a sensitive girl, after a goverment officer yelled at me when I said I didn't understand the procedure of getting my flight ticket...I just cried silently right away. Buhhhuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;There you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I just don't understand why the majority of the goverment officers always easily get irritated, thus they always seem to be easily triggered to yell or get mad at other people. Is it because they're not enjoying what they're doing? Well, that's too bad. I think they should find a job that they love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113401685093793143?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113401685093793143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113401685093793143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113401685093793143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113401685093793143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-days-to-go.html' title='10 days to go'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113363277019289674</id><published>2005-12-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:59:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepi yang berserabut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Isra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepi yang berserabut,&lt;br /&gt;Di kiri kelam di kanan kabut,&lt;br /&gt;Warnakan kosongku dengan dian, &lt;br /&gt;Terobos pemahaman dengan pengertian,&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan dunia sakti, &lt;br /&gt;Kupijak bumi berdengung realiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas bukakan aku al Kitab,&lt;br /&gt;Mengajar cerita, perihal dan asbab, &lt;br /&gt;Bacakan aku sebuah puisi, &lt;br /&gt;Melayar jiwaku seluruh seisi, &lt;br /&gt;Pimpin tanganku menyusur dunia,&lt;br /&gt;Mengemis rindu yang kekal selamanya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168877-113363277019289674?l=illahana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/feeds/113363277019289674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168877&amp;postID=113363277019289674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113363277019289674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168877/posts/default/113363277019289674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illahana.blogspot.com/2005/12/sepi-yang-berserabut.html' title='Sepi yang berserabut'/><author><name>Hana'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320559950078042749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5XG4Wh86do/SLDRwoZAg7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JhhQHWw-xqM/S220/m4sc+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168877.post-113356180530110734</id><published>2005-12-03T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:46:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruling on a muslim who doesn't pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ruling on a muslim who doens't pray. &lt;br /&gt;Is that person a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kafir&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaykum wht, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, ijma' or majority of the scholars agreed that anyone who claims something yang memang dah acknowledged dalam Islam as a waajib, like solat dan zakat, as something else...that person is a kafir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu cerita di sebuah kampung nih...,&lt;br /&gt;time dah masuk solat di sebuah masjid, semua orang pun pakat2 la buat barisan nak solat jemmaah, except for one person. This person dia dok &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;melangut &lt;/span&gt; je kat tepi masjid tu, tak buat pape pong. Seorang hamba Allah yang kehairanan pun bertanyalah dekat orang2 ramai. 'Awatnya dia tu tak solat..'. Orang2 ramai pun jawab,"Isshh..takkan tak tauuu..dia tuh wali Allah tu, tahap wali dia tuh dah membolehkan dia tak perlu solat. Dia kata, kan Allah swt berfirman di dalam al-Quran, "Beribadahlah kepadaKu sehingga Yaqin". Hok dia nih dah lebih yaqin dah, dia tak payoh nak solat2 nih..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa..hok puak2 camnih la yang kita dok pening kepala. Pertama puak yg mengaku solat dah tak wajib ke atas dirinya, hok ni memang kena cop 'kafir' kat batang dahi. &lt;br /&gt;Yg puak 2nd yang main tibai je percaya ada jugak org yg diexcusedkan untuk tidak solat. Ini puak yang ignorant, which implies that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ignorant is not a bliss&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part, which discusses about people who acknowledge that solah is waajib, but they're just lazy to perform it, is where the opinions of the Imams differed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Imam Hanifah,Malik, Syafie&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: agreed that the person is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;still a muslim&lt;/span&gt; but the punishment is death. If the person dies, he/she is still a muslim. But Imam Hanifah also added that the person should be put in prison. Offer him/her 3 days to pray, kal
