<?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-3973195595497051407</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:52:50.340+08:00</updated><category term='macam-macam'/><category term='Feeling'/><category term='Agama'/><category term='Resepi'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Lelaki perempuan'/><category term='Cinta'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>SI KEMBANG MAWAR</title><subtitle type='html'>Aku tidak lemah!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7044213037052563059</id><published>2012-02-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T17:17:26.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinct.</title><content type='html'>Rasa tak sedap hati. Sangat-sangat tak sedap hati..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7044213037052563059?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7044213037052563059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/02/instinct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7044213037052563059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7044213037052563059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/02/instinct.html' title='Instinct.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3793872812576493963</id><published>2012-02-12T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:04:33.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Aku bukan untukmu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu masa dahulu, tak lama dulu.. Setahun yang lalu. Tiap kali lagu Wali Band "baik-baik sayang" keluar kat radio ke.. TV ke.. Awak akan call then said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hati.. Lagu nih untuk awak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Baik-baik sayang kerna aku untukmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu tue.. Hati kembang-kuncup sebab ada yang dok dedicate lagu kat saya, hahaha~&amp;nbsp; Saya.. Tak ramai kawan lelaki yang saya percaya. Saya.. Boleh dikatakan tak ada kawan lelaki masa sekolah dulu. Dari darjah 1 sampailah upper 6, sekolah perempuan okey?Setelah dipujuk ayah supaya belajar menerima lelaki, akhirnya saya akur untuk mencuba. Tapi akhirnya, untuk melepaskan orang yang boleh terima kita seadanya tak begitu mudah kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Birthday saya tahun lepas. Masa tue masih stay dekat Resak, Puncak Perdana. Sedih-sedih la kononnya. Yelah. Birhday girl duduk dalam hutan belantara. Tiba-tiba dapat sms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Hati.. Turun sekarang.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terpinga-pinga. Tarik je tudung, terus turun. Dengan track suit yang dah terkoyak bucunya. Dengan T-shirt lusuhnya. Rupanya awak dah tunggu depan swimmping pool dengan chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Hati suka chocolate kan? Happy birthday peha ayam.. Nanti kita makan puas-puas yea.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awak dari Damai. Datang tempat jin bertendang nih. hahaha~ Thanks hati. Orang lain sekurang-kurangnya akan celebrate dengan kawan-kawan. Saya pulak? Itulah kali pertama ulang tahun kelahiran saya disambut oleh orang yang bukan anggota keluarga saya. Tak terharu dibuatnya? Tapi masa tue awak pesan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Lepas nih jangan pakai macam nih lagi.. Buruk!" heee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We share everything. Masalah awak, masalah saya. Sakit awak, sakit saya. Ingat tak awak terkocoh-kocoh datang ke rumah sewa saya di Gugusan Dedap nih lepas saya tiba-tiba kena athmathic attack? Waktu tue, budak-budak rumah saya tak ada. Kita melilau cari klinik yang bukak. Awak desak pakai GL awak untuk masuk je Pusrawi ke hape. Tapi saya tak nak? Ingat tak? At last awak pujuk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kita cari kat Sungai Buloh. Kalau tak ada jugak kita pergi hospital hati, okey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasib baiklah ada klinik yang bukak. Alhamdulillah. Masih mampu bernafas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat lagi tak masa kita gaduh sebab kemunculan seseorang yang tak dirancang dalam hubungan nih. Time nak datang rumah awak, saya accident depan simpang rumah awak? hahaha~ kelakar gile tengok muka perempuan yang langgar kereta saya tue. Sepanjang minggu tue saya pakai kereta awak. Sedangkan awak? Terpaksalah menumpang kereta kawan gara-gara saya. Terima kasih. Kalau tak, tak tahulah macam mana nak ulang-alik dari Shah Alam ke Kota Damansara waktu tue. Yelah.. Masa tue saya tengah belajar lagi kan? Master la konon-kononnya, haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat lagi tak.. Saya datang ke Genting? Hari terakhir awak dekat KL masa tue. Sedihnya bila dapat tahu awak bersama dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;" Ye.. Saya memang gila bayang pada dia.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jawab dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Apa awak buat nih hati.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bilang awak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tambah-tambah bila saya seolah-olah dikeji bagai bila masuk wall. Rasa macam memperbodohkan diri. Tapi gila kuat semangat pertahankan awak. Awak denied. Awak cakap tak ada apa-apa. hati saya kuat mengatakan something will happen next. Yes. Next. Awak still deny. Sedangkan dia post macam-macam dah. Provokasi yang hebat amat. Buatkan saya kelihatan bodoh dan dungu disitu. Seolah-olah saya yang menyibuk sebenarnya. Kasihan kan? Tiap kali ke sana ( Ye.. niat saya ke sana yang sebenarnya hanya untuk bertemu awak..).. Layanan yang awak beri pada saya buatkan saya terfikir.. Adakah dia mendapat layanan yang sama macam mana awak layan saya tika itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jemputan di sana. Saya pergi. Kita pergi sama-sama.Bawak Along, Angah, dan Danish. Seronok, tahu tak? Dah lama kita tak jalan sama-sama dengan budak-budak tue.&amp;nbsp; Terima kasih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Birthday saya tahun nih. Awak.. Lain.. Bukan nak gah-gah celebrate. Tak. Cukup tanda ingatan barang satu mesej. Bila call, tanya kenapa call? Okey. Masa tue to be honest saya dah rasa benda yang tak kena tue bakal jadi kenyataan. Sehari selepas birthday saya, try call awak dari pagi. Lebih 20 kali. Tapi tak pick up. But finally, awak pick up call saya malam semalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semuanya revealed! Mula-mula awak cakap akan bertunang dengan dia next month. But today, awak cakap akan bernikah dengan dia next month? Wah! Kalau semalam saya cakap hati saya remuk.. Hari nih semuanya hancur berkecai. Betullah kata Ismail Kamus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;" manusia yang membuatkan cinta itu buta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya adalah orang yang paling sukar untuk mempercayai lelaki, akhirnya tewas dijatuhkan lelaki. Kononnya paksi satu-satu hubungan itu atas dasar setia, tapi sebaliknya berlaku. Awak pasti ada alasan tersendiri sampai ambil keputusan macam nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Nai'mah.. You're still young. You're 25. You deserve to get better than him. Please move on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. I am trying my best to be tough. Tapi bila terlalu banyak kenangan pahit manis sepanjang menjadi anak rantau, orang yang ada disamping saya adalah cik Hati.. Bukan senang nak lupakan sekelip mata. Semuanya mengambil masa. Bukan mudah.Kata ayah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; " Anak ayah yang satu ini umpama agar-agar yang lembut, tetapi beracun.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Awak ini umpama besi yang cair bila panas, tapi sangat keras bila sejuk.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya pendendam.. Pemendam.. Tapi punya jiwa yang sangat rapuh. Saya boleh menjadi sekeras waja, tapi boleh menjadi selembut&amp;nbsp; nasi. Hani bilang.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"kau nih ada bipolar behavour disorder". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sumpah! Kau gila Hani, hahahaha~ Tapi.. Satu hal yang saya rasakan kini.. Saya harus pasrah dan teruskan hidup. Saya harus mendepani hidup demi ibu, ayah, Anis, Chea, dan Syahmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk awak, tahniah saya ucapkan. Kita sebagai manusia hanya mampu merancang. Penentuannya di dalam tanganNya. Walaupun awak cakap sukar bagi saya kalau bekerja di Ipoh atau Penang untuk berulang-alik ke Taiping, but still.. Sekarang nih dia bekerja di Ipoh kan?Deniable won't bring you to the problem solving. It&amp;nbsp;may bring you more trouble. Nasib baik akhirnya awak angkat panggilan semalam. Kalau tak, sampai bila-bila pun saya tak tahu. By the way, thank you so much. InsyaALLAH kalau tiada aral, 10 hb depan sampailah saya ke sana. Please.. Jaga kesihatan. Dalam keadaan sekarang.. Saya tahu macam-macam boleh terjadi.Nak hadiah apa?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3793872812576493963?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3793872812576493963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/02/aku-bukan-untukmu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3793872812576493963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3793872812576493963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/02/aku-bukan-untukmu.html' title='Aku bukan untukmu.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7812351528087799079</id><published>2012-01-31T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:50:07.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Dari wall seorang wanita.. (ceritera yang bermula dari 5 January 2012)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mnyumpah, kutuk, keji n yg sama maksud dgnnye... ckp x supe bikin... redha ke pasrah???? atau hnya skadar dendam???? terang2 kata itu ini lam blog n FB, bila bdpn nape xde point pn???? kowt saje nk jumpa n bkenalan atau nk banding sape yg lbh perfect ker???? ngadu da lumrah, kite ngadu, kata kite itu ini yg dia ngadu tu lak apa kbendenye???? tlg lah, jgn kata ikut sdp mulut n ati jer... blajar tinggi2 tpi mane pegi otak tu???? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;January 5, 2012.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sape yg cri musuh???? eh ada org perasan lak.....!!!!! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6, 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;rope2nye ada gak yg bkn frenz minat tgok wall kite kat FB nie erk???? sukenye... suke x??? da jdi rutin lak kn??? ari2 mst nk tgok wall n bc n trase n mulut tu brkumit2 bckp sorg2... &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6, 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aik tgok lg ker wall sy nie???? (dtuju khas wat pmpuan itu yg dulunye dikejar oleh lelaki ini, tpi xkenang diuntung, bila ada wanita len kejar lelaki ini bru panas punggung...)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 6, 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dah puas kutuk saya? Malukan saya? Baca jugak blog saya kan..??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Awak nak tahu tak apa yang saya rasa bila awak post banyak-banyak tentang saya? BANGGA. Sebab.. Awak tolong famous kan saya secara tak langsung. Ini namanya timbal balik. Cukup-cukuplah gunakan agama. The only thing that I can adivce you old lady. Please.. Use your brain before you act. Mind your step before you move and.. Ermmmm.. Roda berputar. Saya bukan tak nak melawan. Tapi rasa sama-sama bodoh bila bergaduh macam tue. Yes! I am educated. Kan dah cakap memang nak kenal. Salah ke ayat tue? Maaf daripada hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki. Salah awak.. Air mata yang keluar disebabkan AWAK.. FITNAH yang awak tabur tentang saya.. Dah lama saya maafkan. Terima kasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4aaLtBDGG4/Tye5OwKkFhI/AAAAAAAAATU/UnsCPG6COH4/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4aaLtBDGG4/Tye5OwKkFhI/AAAAAAAAATU/UnsCPG6COH4/s320/4.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7812351528087799079?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7812351528087799079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/dari-wall-seorang-wanita-ceritera-yang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7812351528087799079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7812351528087799079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/dari-wall-seorang-wanita-ceritera-yang.html' title='Dari wall seorang wanita.. (ceritera yang bermula dari 5 January 2012)..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4aaLtBDGG4/Tye5OwKkFhI/AAAAAAAAATU/UnsCPG6COH4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-716549673675437038</id><published>2012-01-16T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:26:40.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Sri KDU --&gt; SRI COLLEGE --&gt; SAUJANA GEMILANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost a month kerja dekat Sri College, Sri Hartamas as a Librarian. Ha.. nak sangat kan title "LIBRARIAN" tue, hamek kau. Pening lalat dibuatnya. Mrs. Rajes, I miss to hear your high pitch voice scolding me, huhu~ Masa ada boss, rasa tenshion sebab esek kena marah je. Bila jadi boss (boss la sangat.. statement muntah hijau, hehe~), jadi tenshion sebab berdepan dengan masalah yang lagi macam-macam. Students, staff, big boss.. super big boss.. super duper big boss.. Haish.. Tapi okey la.. Bak kata ibu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Usia masih muda. Memanglah tak rasa penat mana. Cukup masuk pertengahan 30-an, awak akan mula mengeluh. Masa nih belum ada anak dengan suami nak kena jaga.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TettTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbFnImg0NOY/TxPCeAnwZGI/AAAAAAAAATE/qc4nvOUutLo/s1600/stressful+job.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbFnImg0NOY/TxPCeAnwZGI/AAAAAAAAATE/qc4nvOUutLo/s320/stressful+job.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kerja macam nak rak. Gaji takat tue je. Motif cakap macam tue? "Boss.. Gaji up boss.." hehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pause kat situ kejap. Dengan sempoi sengih-sengih kerang aku menjawab,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Ala.. Muda lagi la bu.. Nak cari duit dulu. Kendian- &amp;nbsp;kendianlah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; "Ibu dengan ayah dah penat nak fikir fasal kamu. Kamu tue perempuan. Memanglah kamu cakap tak ada apa-apa. Tapi selagi belum serahkan pada orang lain, ibu dengan ayah akan risau sampai bila-bila. Kamu tue jauh dari ibu ayah. Keselamatan kamu. Kesihatan kamu tue.Ibu dengan ayah tak boleh kongkong kamu macam masa kamu kecil-kecil dulu.Ibu kesian kat ayah sebab hari-hari fikir fasal keadaan kamu kat sini. Kalau ada yang jaga kan senang.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okey. Tiba kat situ, aku malas nak argue. Sabarlah duhai ibu. Pedih hati ini masih bersisa. Sampai masanya adalah nanti kan.. Kan dah janji tunggu sampai umur Imah 28? hehehehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okey.. Okey.. Sambung cerita lain please..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily ada part time job. Jadi cikgu tuition kat Saujana Gemilang.. Silalah datang ye di Setiawangsa, dekat Wisma Hamzlah.. Ala.. Kat belakang Giant setiawangsa je. Satu lagi dekat Sri Gombak. Dia buh bunting gabak besar kat bangunan tue. Dari pagi mengadap orang dewasa dengan budak-budak baya Syahmi baru nak membesar, bila malam mengadap budak-budak yang baru mummayiz. Okeylah tue. Hilang kejap stress bila mengajar kanak-kanak nih. Teringat masa kecil. Stress habis ibu dok mengajar anakmu yang satu nih membaca, mengira, mengeja. Tiba masa sendiri kena ajar anak orang, geram pun ada, hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHeZHlyci-A/TxPCgRRtHFI/AAAAAAAAATM/UmIIxlgQ4Sw/s1600/lovely+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mHeZHlyci-A/TxPCgRRtHFI/AAAAAAAAATM/UmIIxlgQ4Sw/s320/lovely+baby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saje letak. Sebab aku geram dengan baby girl nih.. Alahai.. T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba rumah dah pukul 11. So, tak dapatlah nak merayap-rayap macam dulu. Penat okey. Tapi duduk kat sini duit kita takkan cukup. Tengah cari alternatif lain. Nak cari duit lagi, hurmmm.. Macam mana ek..? Nak buat apa ek..?? Duit.. Oh duit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-716549673675437038?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/716549673675437038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/almost-month-kerja-dekat-sri-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/716549673675437038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/716549673675437038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/almost-month-kerja-dekat-sri-college.html' title='Sri KDU --&gt; SRI COLLEGE --&gt; SAUJANA GEMILANG'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbFnImg0NOY/TxPCeAnwZGI/AAAAAAAAATE/qc4nvOUutLo/s72-c/stressful+job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7011409098486928125</id><published>2012-01-05T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:06:55.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Masam manis 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pejam celik, pejam celik dah masuk tahun baharu. Ah! Cepat masa berjalan. Macam-macam hal terjadi tahun lepas. Ada manis, masam, pahit, kelat, manis. Tapi bab menangis, kekal sampai sekarang. bak kata anis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;"Kak Imah, awak nih keras.. Tapi lembut.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam manalah.. Bab lain aku kurang kisah. Kena marah macam mana pun dengan Mrs. Rajeswari dulu (dia nih bos aku masa kat Sri KDU, Kota Damansara), aku masih boleh relaks lagi. Tapi kalau libatkan emosi, failed!Kurus aku kalau&amp;nbsp;sepanjang masa jiwa kacau.&amp;nbsp;Dah nak masuk 25 tahun umur nih. Hamboi. Takutlah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang yang dahulu disayang-sayang.. Tak tahu apa kesudahannya. Nak kata masih sayang kat kita, macam dah tak. Nak kata dah tak sayang kat kita pun macam dah tak. Mana satu nih. Sila jawab.. Sila jawab.. Orang yang dulu dibuang-buang, tiba-tiba datang munculkan diri. Musuh yang tak dicari, tiba-tiba offer diri jadi musuh. Niat baik disangkal. Ayat elok dimanipulasikan. Keadaan keruh sengaja diambil kesempatan. Discussion yang diharapkan, kau nak jadikan medan gaduh.. Kenapa? Nak tunjuk siapa jaguh? Tak malu ke anak-anak tengok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;"Oh.. Mama buat macam nih dengan uncle.. Kita boleh ikut nih.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tak apalah.. Dengan sempoi cuba menenangkan hati yang rawan.. Maka terdetiklah ayat Boboboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Aku faham mentaliti orang tak ada pelajaran macam kau. I am well educated."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Opss..Panas punggung? Make up 3 inci dah cair? Pasang aircond kat office kau tue dengan the lowest temperature. By the way puan, minta maaflah kalau rasa post kali nih buat puan rasa macam nak maki berbakul-bakul. Ini blog saya, bukan wall orang lain ye. Saya tak suka post apa-apa yang mengarut kat wall orang. Rasa tak bertamadunlah buat macam tue. Ops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMn2TuzxdU/TwVnpjOwRYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y2AtaChvDDA/s1600/Shama_Sikander.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMn2TuzxdU/TwVnpjOwRYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y2AtaChvDDA/s320/Shama_Sikander.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada kaitan. Ikhsan Google Images...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalau remove make up tue, muka kita sama tak?? hahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7011409098486928125?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7011409098486928125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/masam-manis-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7011409098486928125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7011409098486928125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/masam-manis-2011.html' title='Masam manis 2011.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMn2TuzxdU/TwVnpjOwRYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/y2AtaChvDDA/s72-c/Shama_Sikander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-747498060586353000</id><published>2012-01-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:58:23.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>pretty cutie ugly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt; is nothing if she has an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;ugly heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgvtAYitDf0/TwPN1RV8z4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Kos5A2NLCRo/s1600/imagesCA67492Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgvtAYitDf0/TwPN1RV8z4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Kos5A2NLCRo/s1600/imagesCA67492Q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be wise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-747498060586353000?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/747498060586353000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-cutie-ugly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/747498060586353000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/747498060586353000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-cutie-ugly.html' title='pretty cutie ugly..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgvtAYitDf0/TwPN1RV8z4I/AAAAAAAAASw/Kos5A2NLCRo/s72-c/imagesCA67492Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-9045033521731922973</id><published>2011-12-21T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:10:27.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>3 months..</title><content type='html'>Its been almost 3 months. What will be happen next hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks God. We're still under the same sky. Oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-9045033521731922973?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/9045033521731922973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/9045033521731922973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/9045033521731922973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months.html' title='3 months..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2220899486350486844</id><published>2011-12-07T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:23:51.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Baby Boboy Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;melalui pesanan ringkas SMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;baby: awk nak ke mana 2..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;boboy: nak keluar.. nk g Ipoh nih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(baby pun call boboy..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;baby: g Ipoh..? jauh 2.. watpe je ke sane.. membazir minyak je.. Kata tengah save budget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;boby: nih ha.. tolong amek kawan atas kawan.. (tade bunyi pape.. sunyi semacam dalam keta boboy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;baby: owh.. oke.. (curious.. jeng3..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;beberapa minggu kendian kat wall boboy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Honey tagged a photo of boboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"Lost World of Tambun.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untung jadi Boboy kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2220899486350486844?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2220899486350486844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-boboy-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2220899486350486844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2220899486350486844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-boboy-honey.html' title='Baby Boboy Honey'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5414621016469086942</id><published>2011-11-14T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:45:57.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Dear faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that everything happen with a reason. Even tho' sometimes.. I mean.. Some how.. It happen because of me who neglect all the advices.. all the "bebel" thing, from the person who love me the most in the world. What happen to me&amp;nbsp;was caused by me and I know, I should stop blaming others and learn to forgive everybody so that I can live (InsyaALLAH) happily ever after, but how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My darling faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not a superwoman, neither fairy who can change her world like what she want. Sometimes I will cry for no reason.. And sometimes.. Suicide solution cross my mind. But damn! I can not do that. My brother said, we can not put all the problems at the same place. What we have to do just settle the problems one by one. After all effort, just tawakal. He said that, we are human.. We are, in certain point weak, but we are not a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;to be honest. I am tired with all this. Devastated and frustated are the best words to describe how mess my life are right now. But, I need to be strong. I hate to grow to be an adult and if.. I can change the time.. I just want to stay and remain as a small children. Its okey if my dad beat me everyday.. Its okey if my little brother pull my hair.. Its okey if my mum nagging.. Its okey if my sisters want all the clothes in my closet. Its better than destroy yourself within a year, and know all the useless people who always take for granted for&amp;nbsp;your weaknesess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And you know what faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am afraid to face the reality, but I have to. I want to live happily because I know that I deserve too. I feel better now and I get my part time job starting next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sincere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mawar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFw33qNMa_4/TsCrAQ4qjcI/AAAAAAAAASk/agDSC-63WUM/s1600/celebrate-life-quotes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318px" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFw33qNMa_4/TsCrAQ4qjcI/AAAAAAAAASk/agDSC-63WUM/s320/celebrate-life-quotes.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5414621016469086942?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5414621016469086942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5414621016469086942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5414621016469086942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-faith.html' title='Dear faith..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFw33qNMa_4/TsCrAQ4qjcI/AAAAAAAAASk/agDSC-63WUM/s72-c/celebrate-life-quotes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6518286942540123134</id><published>2011-11-04T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:38:47.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book..? Books..</title><content type='html'>Hehe~ I just finished read this book. The book that I already upoad the cover before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDfF067UVF0/TrNHKocLyZI/AAAAAAAAASU/uNRuz_WyNhM/s1600/my-son-tom-the-life-and-tragic-death-of-tom-hurndall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDfF067UVF0/TrNHKocLyZI/AAAAAAAAASU/uNRuz_WyNhM/s1600/my-son-tom-the-life-and-tragic-death-of-tom-hurndall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest. This book really touch my heart and my soul. He's not a Muslim but he leave his home to be a volunteer in East Asia.The last place in Gaza, Palestine and he die there shot by the sniper from the watch tower. He just want to save the palestinian children and this is what happened. And I guess you know who shot him. The same brigade who demolished palestinian house and killed Rachel Corrie. Finished one book and now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU2eVpNEEe4/TrNHPtVHyzI/AAAAAAAAASc/IlU1KLa5S30/s1600/ShanghaiGirls_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU2eVpNEEe4/TrNHPtVHyzI/AAAAAAAAASc/IlU1KLa5S30/s320/ShanghaiGirls_cover.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am reading this. =) lalalalala~ Books.. Come to me baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me some more book please..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6518286942540123134?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6518286942540123134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6518286942540123134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6518286942540123134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-books.html' title='Book..? Books..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDfF067UVF0/TrNHKocLyZI/AAAAAAAAASU/uNRuz_WyNhM/s72-c/my-son-tom-the-life-and-tragic-death-of-tom-hurndall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-115857863856769663</id><published>2011-11-03T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:02:10.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele - Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never mind I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't forget me, I begged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it lasts in &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But sometimes it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-115857863856769663?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/115857863856769663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/adele-someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/115857863856769663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/115857863856769663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/11/adele-someone-like-you.html' title='Adele - Someone Like You'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4326523711778017966</id><published>2011-09-13T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:26:28.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima kasih duhai MANUSIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih. Kerana menjadikan aku lebih kuat dari dulu. Lebih tabah dari dulu. Lebih hebat dari dulu. Biarpun aku tersungkur menyembah bumi untuk 2 bulan, tak bermakna kau berjaya menjatuhkan aku lama-lama. Kau belum rasa bagaimana berjuang untuk hidup. Kau belum rasa bagaimana rasanya bila nyawa bagai sudah boleh diagak bila bakal direnggut. Belum tiba lagi waktu pembalasan buat kau. Tunggulah.. Anak-anak kau bakal mengulang sejarah. Anak-anak dia bakal mengulang sejarah. adik dan kakak perempuan kau bakal mengulang sejarah. Silap hari bulan lebih dahsyat.Terimalah bahananya jika itu yang kau pinta MANUSIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uKIIvJVaBk/Tm7Mt4M-07I/AAAAAAAAARo/csQ7baipbLw/s1600/tough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uKIIvJVaBk/Tm7Mt4M-07I/AAAAAAAAARo/csQ7baipbLw/s320/tough.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sumber gambar: google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4326523711778017966?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4326523711778017966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/09/terima-kasih-duhai-manusia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4326523711778017966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4326523711778017966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/09/terima-kasih-duhai-manusia.html' title='Terima kasih duhai MANUSIA.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uKIIvJVaBk/Tm7Mt4M-07I/AAAAAAAAARo/csQ7baipbLw/s72-c/tough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7256457923221944268</id><published>2011-09-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:29:59.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Apa aku akan buat jika tidak berkahwin?</title><content type='html'>Wah tajuk. Tak tahan, hhahaha~ Macam biasa. Aku hanya wanita biasa yang punya impian untuk membina mahligai bersama insan tersayang. TAPI..Apa aku akan buat kalau aku tak berkahwin? samada dengan pilihan keluarga ATAU pilihan sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YUFaBw5hE/TmEBnPZqEZI/AAAAAAAAARg/de2uGifg-2E/s1600/to-macca-al-mukarrama-inshallah__800xx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YUFaBw5hE/TmEBnPZqEZI/AAAAAAAAARg/de2uGifg-2E/s320/to-macca-al-mukarrama-inshallah__800xx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aku nak ke sini. Kerjakan haji lebih awal. Rezeki lebih, nak bawak ibu ayah. Banyak dosa-dosa aku yang.. entah.. Semua salah sendiri. Bukan salah orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sazpFVKr38M/TmECyVt_teI/AAAAAAAAARk/zlayM7aGRSI/s1600/library_of_congress_reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sazpFVKr38M/TmECyVt_teI/AAAAAAAAARk/zlayM7aGRSI/s320/library_of_congress_reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak ke sini. Library of Congress kat washington D.C.. Wah! Best kan library neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beli kereta dan rumah besar. Bawak ibu ayah tinggal sekali. Tak payah suah-susah lagi sebab kalau Imah tak kahwin, imah akan jaga ibu ayah. Lepaskan adik-adik untuk bahagia dengan pasangan masing-masing. Nanti Imah hire bibik ibu ye.. Nanti ibu dah tak payah kemas rumah. Ayah boleh teruskan aktiviti memancing dengan berkebun dia. Ibu.. Ermmmmm.. Ibu pernah sebut nak melancong kan? Nanti kita melancong sama-sama eh. Doakanlah Imah sukses dalam kerjaya. Dapat kerja best-best. Gaji besar. Kereta besar. Rumah besar. Badan besar. hahahahahaha~ Kalaupun jodoh Imah bukan di muka bumi ini. Mungkin Imah ditakdirkan untuk bersama ibu ayah sampai akhir nyawa. Kita pasang rumah dengan aircond. nanti tak perlu panas-panas lagi. Jika seseorang itu betul-betul mahukan Imah, dia akan sanggup lakukan apa sahaja untuk dapatkan Imah, bukan menyerah kalah sebelum bertanding. Bukan melatah cepat sangat birpun hanya dicuit sedikit. Kan ibu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;cc: Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7256457923221944268?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7256457923221944268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/09/apa-aku-akan-buat-jika-tidak-berkahwin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7256457923221944268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7256457923221944268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/09/apa-aku-akan-buat-jika-tidak-berkahwin.html' title='Apa aku akan buat jika tidak berkahwin?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3YUFaBw5hE/TmEBnPZqEZI/AAAAAAAAARg/de2uGifg-2E/s72-c/to-macca-al-mukarrama-inshallah__800xx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6488229305438497853</id><published>2011-07-18T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:43:15.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Beribu Sesalan - 3 Suara Ning Baizura, Jaclyn Victor and Shila</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MSddbmtZZw8?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ku susuri malam ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yang tidak berbintang sunyi sepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juga rembulan dah menghilang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;Dalam kelamku sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ku mencari hembus bayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;Yang selalu berbisik madah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Kini membisu dalam sayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tidak ku temu suaramu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kekasihku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;di jalanan yang berliku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Di saatku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;perlukanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tertutup jua segalanya terhadapmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Di sini ku tersedu-sedu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Setelah cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pergi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ku mengusung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;duka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ini diiringi&lt;br /&gt;Kisah janji&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;dimungkiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt; lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kekasihku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;di jalanan yang berliku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Di saat ku&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perlukanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tertutup jua segalanya terhadapmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Di sini ku tersedu-sedu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Setelah cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pergi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;Ku mengusung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;duka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt; ini diiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisah janji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dimungkiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimungkiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sia-sia ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setia padamu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Percayakanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sebak dadaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retak hatiku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luka jiwaku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dihiris pilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sia-siaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mencintaimu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setia padamu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Percayakanmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Sebak dadaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Retak hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Sans-erif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luka jiwaku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dihiris pilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Arial, Sans-erif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beribu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;sesalanku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6488229305438497853?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6488229305438497853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/07/beribu-sesalan-3-suara-ning-baizura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6488229305438497853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6488229305438497853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/07/beribu-sesalan-3-suara-ning-baizura.html' title='Beribu Sesalan - 3 Suara Ning Baizura, Jaclyn Victor and Shila'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MSddbmtZZw8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1125726402984007690</id><published>2011-07-18T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:13:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saya dah penat. Tolong lakukan sesuatu supaya rasa penat ini berbaloi untuk dirasai dan ditunggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zohijy4sKqs/TiOkiV4JY6I/AAAAAAAAARE/mqID5D9z41k/s1600/ex1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zohijy4sKqs/TiOkiV4JY6I/AAAAAAAAARE/mqID5D9z41k/s320/ex1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;source: Google images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-1125726402984007690?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1125726402984007690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/07/bila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1125726402984007690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1125726402984007690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/07/bila.html' title='Bila..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zohijy4sKqs/TiOkiV4JY6I/AAAAAAAAARE/mqID5D9z41k/s72-c/ex1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4123798417072862845</id><published>2011-06-21T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:27:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question about Nai'mah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang ditulis, melambang siapa empunya blog itu sendiri. Kadang-kadang, tulis semua hal tanpa ada satu pun yang aku selindungkan dari kalian, tapi kadang-kadang medium yang satu ini tak boleh digunakan secara optimum atas sebab-sebab menjaga hati pihak-pihak lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Kenapa tak guna diari je kalau nak lepaskan perasaan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebab.. Dari kecil lagi, kalau aku buat diari je, parents aku mesti cakap aku melawan dalam diam. Aku anak sulung. Yang dah diajar dari kecil supaya patuh tanpa satu pun perkataan TIDAK yang boleh keluar dari mulut. Sehinggalah hari ini. Ada masa sebagai anak, kau nak sangat berkata TIDAK. Tapi, perkataan yang hanya ada dua kosa kata tue pun kau tak mampu nak luahkan. Kalau luah pun, umpama tak payah cakap, tiada kesan. Kesan tiada penggunaan TIDAK dalam hidup aku, biasanya aku biarkan je apa yang orang nak buat pada aku. Lepas tue, aku menagis sorang-sorang, ahahahaha~ Suke bebenor dibuatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Eh.. Kau takkan tak ada kawan baik Nai'mah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya.. aku Ada kawan baik. Tapi, bukan semua hal kau boleh share dengan kawan baik kau, lebih-lebih lagi hal ehwal yang tak berapa nak molek didengar walaupun kawan baik sendiri. Kalau kawan baik sendiri pun macam tak dan je aku nak cerita semua, apatah lagi parents sendiri. Makin bertambah usia aku, rasanya makin senang kalau aku simpan semua sendiri daripada lepas bagitahu at last aku yang rasa macam nak gila.. Jarak lantai kat ground floor sekolah aku dari 3rd floor library neh pun aku rasa dekat je. Budget lantai kat ground floor tue empuk kalau aku buat terjunan gaya bebas dari atas, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Tak baik tau kau cakap macam tue. Adik-beradik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just the same. Since diaorang pun takut nak tegur aku.. ( Aku kan garang tahan maha dewa punya..) So, tak payah lah bagitahu diaorang. Diaorang pun tak rasa sakit hati dengar tiap butir ayat yang keluar dari mulut aku, aku pun tak rasa panas hati telinga macam nak bernanah dengar apa yang diaorang cakap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Apa yang kau merepek neh Nai'mah. Cerita jelah kata ayah ibu kau, sementelahan mereka masih hidup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak kowt. Hanya suku sahaja yang diaorang tahu pasal aku. semenjak aku sambung belajar, keluar dari Muar.. Contoh la.. Siapa budak perempuan yang cakap dah tak ada dara tue.. Datin ke hape entah nama dia. Kalau hal macam tue terjadi pada anak sulung, harapan kelaurga yang dah diberi didikan agama sejak kecil, dilatih ayah jadi qariah sampai peringkat negeri satu masa dahulu.. Agak-agak, apa agaknya respon ayah ibu? Apa agaknya tindakan yang diaorang akan ambil pada aku? Tue contoh la ye.. Tak semua hal aku bagitahu.. Sekadar yang boleh sahaja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Tak takut ke orang nilai kau macam-macam bila baca content dalam blog kau neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bentuk penulisan menunjukkan siapa aku yang sebenarnya. Biarlah.. Biar awal-awal orang tahu siapa aku. Daripada kemudian kauorang mennyesal kemudian hari, jangan salahkan aku. Kalau aku cakap aku neh pendendam, sesungguhnya aku pendendam. Pasal sakit, pasal kahak hijau, pasal ICU.. Kenapa? Sakit teruk-teruk tak layak rasa marah ke? Pemendam ke? Pendendam ke? Semua betul. Aku tak nak sesiapa rasa kesal kenal dengan orang yang ada bertimbun-timbun masalah dalam hidup dia. Errr.. Aku mention kahak hijau ke..?? Kau carilah la post tue sendiri. Tapi kalau agak-agak kau jenis penggeli, hentikanlah niat tue. Buat tekak kau loya-loya je nanti, hahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Beb.. Kau tue perempuan.. One day kau akan kahwin jugak. Tak takut ke kalau dia baca semua neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jodoh, pertemuan, ajal maut kat tangan tuhan. Mungkin aku takkan dapat apa yang aku nak sekarang, kalau dapat tue memang syukur lah sangat-sangat. Kalau nak, dia takkan tengok segala kelemahan aku neh sebagai halangan. Siapa pun aku pada masa lampau dia akan terima. Tapi kalau dia tak dapat terima, sekarang adalah masa yang sangat sesuai untuk mengundur diri. Aku takkan paksa orang untuk terima aku. Memang aku ada banyak kelemahan, nak buat macam mana. Kenyataan tue aku dah terima dari aku kecil lagi. Hakikat beb, hahaha~ Satu sen pun aku tak menyimpan untuk kahwin. Macam mana nak kahwin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way.. aku tak pasti apa yang aku aim sebelum umur 35 akan terlaksana atau tak, memandangkan hidup aku yang dah mula kucar-kacir sekarang. Lantaklah.. Tapi, aku akan pastikan, aku akan dapatkan satu aset tahun depan. Sekurang-kurangnya SATU. And this time, aku dah tak peduli. Aku tak susahkan sesiapa kat sini dan aku gunakan duit sendiri. Aku akan pulangkan mana-mana yang bukan hak aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4123798417072862845?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4123798417072862845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/question-about-naimah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4123798417072862845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4123798417072862845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/question-about-naimah.html' title='Question about Nai&apos;mah'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6334710425544490217</id><published>2011-06-17T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T21:21:01.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYhWi_mnFK0/Tfr4XX8gUGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LznD51szJvA/s1600/64ac2aabbe32a6bd_All_nightmare_long_by_cow_Cow_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYhWi_mnFK0/Tfr4XX8gUGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LznD51szJvA/s320/64ac2aabbe32a6bd_All_nightmare_long_by_cow_Cow_large.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I feels like i want to scream out loud and stay alone. Just let every miserable thing come out freely. The trembling is still inside me. I just feel how useless I am when I can't say what I want to say, can't react the way I should react, can't make a decision since the decision was made and I only need to follow it even it is really hurt me. I keep telling myself, "its ok.. Its shows how much they love you.. " I don't mind about what are you thinking about since this is my blog. So, this is my right to say what I want to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am 24 years old woman but I still don't have any right to decide about my future. Its shameful Nai'mah. Its awful. My life is totally upside down now and I don't think that I can stand with it anymore. I just can't stand with it ANYMORE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6334710425544490217?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6334710425544490217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/breakdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6334710425544490217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6334710425544490217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYhWi_mnFK0/Tfr4XX8gUGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LznD51szJvA/s72-c/64ac2aabbe32a6bd_All_nightmare_long_by_cow_Cow_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1242026798251723591</id><published>2011-06-06T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:25:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ustaz Kazim Elias - Apa itu Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bOgEz_WpUmA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-1242026798251723591?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1242026798251723591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/ustaz-kazim-elias-apa-itu-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1242026798251723591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1242026798251723591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/ustaz-kazim-elias-apa-itu-cinta.html' title='Ustaz Kazim Elias - Apa itu Cinta'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bOgEz_WpUmA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7611171314459111449</id><published>2011-06-02T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:51:49.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUKA, SAYANG, CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SUKA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adalah saat dia menangis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kamu akan berkata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sudahlah, jangan menangis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SAYANG"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adalah saat dia menangis dan kamu akan mengis bersamanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CINTA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adalah saat dia menangis dan kamu membiarkannya mengis dipelukanmu sambil berbisik,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mari kita selesaikan masalah ini bersama-sama."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brUI1kxudSQ/Tebsf4CJsuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vpHh-2HunIw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brUI1kxudSQ/Tebsf4CJsuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vpHh-2HunIw/s320/untitled.bmp" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7611171314459111449?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7611171314459111449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/suka-sayang-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7611171314459111449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7611171314459111449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/06/suka-sayang-cinta.html' title='SUKA, SAYANG, CINTA'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brUI1kxudSQ/Tebsf4CJsuI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vpHh-2HunIw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5779715348375356218</id><published>2011-05-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:04:56.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzy and I hate you</title><content type='html'>Can you just leave me alone..?? I am nobody.. The more know me, the more you will regret it. I proved it and you can ask them more bout me.( yeah! You can ask my ex-house mate&amp;nbsp;who dumb me like a fool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. To be honest, I appreciate and feel warmth and welcome this feeling come into my life. But then when you come, it seems like you will spoil everything that I have planned with him for almost 6 months. How could you..? Please stay away from my life because I don't need you. Back off. Or else, I will make my decision and make sure that nobody can't stop me this time. There's to much things happen around me and I don't think that I can cope it. Sometimes I feels like I want to kill all of the people who really makes me suck and&amp;nbsp;embarrassed me in Facebook with the&amp;nbsp;rumors and I'm pretty sure that this speculation will effect my life. Thanks. This is what friends for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5779715348375356218?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5779715348375356218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/05/dizzy-and-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5779715348375356218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5779715348375356218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/05/dizzy-and-i-hate-you.html' title='dizzy and I hate you'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1395640387034053554</id><published>2011-05-10T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:39:51.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Tips perkahwinan? Galaknya aku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #999999;"&gt;Hahahaha~ topik pasal kahwin lagi. Siap ada member tanya. Kau neh dah nak kahwin sangat ke..?? Haish.. Nak.. Kau bagi aku duit, boleh..?? Bagi aku rumah siap dengan kenderaan. Nanti aku carilah pasangan hidup, hehehe~ Tak salah kan kalau aku nak cerita pasal kahwin lagi? Ada sesiapa marah ke? Dulu pun masa sekolah agama (to those yang kat Johor.. Negeri lain aku tak tahu..) Kitaorang belajar Munakahat kowt. Tanyalah sesiapa yang tinggal kat Johor.. Boleh confirm lah.. 98% daripada diaorang mesti dapat A1 untuk subject Munakahat. Subject yang akan memastikan budak0budak lelaki takkan blah pergi tempat lain, compare to other subject.. (Termasuk la aku zaman tue, hehe~) Bebel panjang beb. Bacalah sendiri. Aku dapat dekat facebook (masa sekodeng page orang lain guna akaun orang lain, oppssss!) . Daripada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=212323662119022&amp;amp;set=a.195643977120324.50524.195600903791298&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Ustaz Azhar Idrus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;1. KETIKA MENCARI CALON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Janganlah mencari isteri, tapi carilah ibu bagi anak-anak kita. Janganlah mencari suami, tapi carilah ayah bagi anak-anak kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;2. KETIKA MELAMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Anda bukan sedang meminta kepada orang tua/wali si gadis, tetapi meminta kepada Allah melalui orang tua/wali si gadis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;3. KETIKA AKAD NIKAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Anda berdua bukan menikah di hadapan penghulu, tetapi menikah di hadapan Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;4. KETIKA RESEPSI PERNIKAHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Catat dan hitung semua tamu yang datang untuk mendoa’kan anda, kerana anda harus berfikir untuk mengundang mereka semua dan meminta maaf apabila anda berfikir untuk BERCERAI kerana menyia-nyiakan do’a mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;5. KETIKA MALAM PERTAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Bersyukur dan bersabarlah. Anda adalah sepasang anak manusia dan bukan sepasang malaikat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;6. SELAMA MENEMPUH HIDUP BERKELUARGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Sedarilah bahawa jalan yang akan dilalui tidak melalui jalan bertabur bunga, tapi juga semak belukar yang penuh onak dan duri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;7. KETIKA RUMAH TANGGA GOYANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Jangan saling berlepas tangan, tapi sebaliknya justru semakin erat berpegang tangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;8. KETIKA BELUM MEMILIKI ANAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Cintailah isteri atau suami anda 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;9. KETIKA TELAH MEMILIKI ANAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Cintailah isteri atau suami anda 100% dan cintai anak-anak anda masing-masing 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;10. KETIKA EKONOMI KELUARGA MERUDUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Yakinlah bahawa pintu rezeki akan terbuka lebar berbanding lurus dengan tingkat ketaatan suami dan isteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;11 .KETIKA EKONOMI BERKEMBANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Jangan lupa akan jasa pasangan hidup yang setia mendampingi kita semasa menderita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;12. KETIKA ANDA ADALAH SUAMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Boleh bermanja-manja kepada isteri tetapi jangan lupa untuk bangkit secara bertanggungjawab apabila isteri memerlukan pertolongan Anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;13. KETIKA ANDA ADALAH ISTERI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Tetaplah berjalan dengan gemalai dan lemah lembut, tetapi selalu berhasil menyelesaikan semua pekerjaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan datang bila senang, pergi bila derita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-1395640387034053554?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1395640387034053554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/05/tips-perkahwinan-galaknya-aku.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1395640387034053554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1395640387034053554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/05/tips-perkahwinan-galaknya-aku.html' title='Tips perkahwinan? Galaknya aku..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6401160373280742382</id><published>2011-04-30T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:27:16.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Me (Sad Love Story OST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku suka sangat denagn cerita Sad Story neh. Dulu, masa cerita neh ditayangkan kat Malaysia, memang awal-awal dah cop nak duduk depan TV pasa masa dan ketika yang sama setiap hari yang siap-siapa pun dilarang mengganggu ketenteraman aku tengok cerita neh. Serius.. Best! Sekarang... Errrrrrr.. Kalau mulakan alamatnya TV kat rumah sewa tue akulah yang empunya, hehe.. Enjoy pep. Lagu genre macam neh paling masuk dengan aku but.. This song is my favourite. Luv ya~&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kFryAMtTbsw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6401160373280742382?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6401160373280742382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-love-me-sad-love-story-ost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6401160373280742382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6401160373280742382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-love-me-sad-love-story-ost.html' title='If You Love Me (Sad Love Story OST)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kFryAMtTbsw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-448754576859714914</id><published>2011-04-25T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:26:36.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Buat ayah, ibu, Hanis, Fasehah, dan Syahmi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila masanya aku sedar, sesungguhnya pengorbanan mereka pada diri ini tiada nilainya. Tiada banding dengan wang ringgit. Masa, tenaga, air mata, keluh kesah. Kalau aku di tempat beliau juga, pasti tindakan dan kata-kata yang sama juga akan kuluahkan kepada anak-anak. Aku tahu, pembaca blog ini bukan sahaja dalam kalangan rakan. Sementelahan pasti adik-adik di rumah ada memaklumkan pada mereka apa yang aku coretkan sepanjang masa. Blog adalah tempat aku menginterprestasikan apa yang terbuku dan bersarang dalam hati walau aku tahu ada masa luahan yang dibuat bakal menyinggung banyak pihak. Tapi tahukah kalian, si peluah ini juga ada masa terpaksa bersifat hipokrit semata-mata untuk menjaga hati sendiri dan hati orang lain? Ada rahsia yang hanya akan menjadi rahsia sampai aku mati. Andai rahsia paling besar dalam hidup ini terungkai, kesudahan yang bakal terjadi hanya kemusnahan dalam hidup orang-orang yang aku sayang, sepanjang umur ini. Aku akan pastikan rahsia itu terkubur bersama aku sampai mati.Untuk memusnahkan hati-hati ini? Tidak! Sebab, telahan kau adalah salah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiMie2vvMg/TbT3nhCwY8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DNsTpgoqHmU/s1600/thing-called-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiMie2vvMg/TbT3nhCwY8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DNsTpgoqHmU/s320/thing-called-love.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tindakan susulan yang bakal diambil juga bakal menghancurkan sebilangan hati-hati yang aku sayang. Tapi percayalah.Kesan jangka panjang telah aku fikirkan tapi tetap.. Penyelesaian yang aku ambil ini adalah penyelesaian yang paling baik yang dapat aku fikirkan buat masa sekarang. Sebagai anak, aku tahu restu kedua ibu bapa sangat penting dan jangan dikhuatiri dalam apa keadaan sekalipun, tidak akan sekali-kali akan aku palingkan diri ini dai insan yang menghidupkan aku di bumi ALLAH ini sehingga sekarang. Keputusan yang aku ambil juga bukan untuk kepentingan diri.Kerjaya, pelajaran , dan hal peribadi. Malangnya, baru kini kurasakan, aku bukanlah iron woman yang mampu menggalas tiga beban serentak. Hanya kekuatan, tawakal, dan redha kunci yang aku ada sekarang. Kunci lain telah aku musnahkan sekelip mata. Anak yang tak kenal dek untung ini tetap akan cuba merubah corak hidup keluarganya seperti yang telah dijanjikan sejak dulu. Doakan Imah ye ibu, ayah. Buat adik-adik, Kak Imah sangat-sangat sayang kalian. Tiada apa dalam dunia ini yang mampu gantikan kalian sampai bila-bila. Kak Imah tahu, Kak Imah bukan kakak contoh yang baik, tapi tak lebih dari yang tak sudah-sudah membebankan orang sekeliling sampai sekarang. Luv you all.. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sesungguhnya hanya kalian cinta hati saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-448754576859714914?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/448754576859714914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/buat-ayah-ibu-hanis-fasehah-dan-syahmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/448754576859714914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/448754576859714914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/buat-ayah-ibu-hanis-fasehah-dan-syahmi.html' title='Buat ayah, ibu, Hanis, Fasehah, dan Syahmi.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiMie2vvMg/TbT3nhCwY8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/DNsTpgoqHmU/s72-c/thing-called-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6507871622301743808</id><published>2011-04-12T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:59:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yes! aku memang pemendam dan pendendam. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6507871622301743808?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6507871622301743808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6507871622301743808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6507871622301743808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-what.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7052608381742462326</id><published>2011-04-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:03:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKU.. KAU.. dan KAMU (buat kamu yang aku sayang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku. Kalau tanya mana-mana manusia yang kenal aku. Ayat standard diaorang akan describe ialah kuat gelak, banyak cakap. Aku boleh bercerita sampai pukul 4 pagi tanpa henti. Aku mudah excited. Aku suka share apa yang aku buat dengan semua orang,tak kiralah kawan atau lawan di Facebook. Tapi sekarang, aku dah deactivate Facebook account gara-gara hampir menghilangkan kepercayaan orang disekeliling pada diri aku. Sebab? Aku terlalu kerap bercerita, sampai apa yang aku baru nak buat dalam satu hari, apa yang aku rasa dalam satu minggu, apa yang aku masak lauk tengahari pun aku akan tulis tanpa was-was. Apatah lagi kalau sekadar aku tak suka pada KAU.. KAU.. DAN KAU.. Itu hanya perkara remeh bagi aku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku. Aku jenis perempuan yang mudah akur dengan sesuatu tanpa banyak soal. Apa yang orang suruh buat, itu yang aku buat. Aku. Jenis perempuan yang hanya dapat menangkap arahan pertama atau nasihat pertama tanpa berfikir panjang baik atau buruk perkara itu. Kadang-kadang sedih jugak. Bila sifat terlalu akur &amp;nbsp;orang salah gunakan aku sewenang-wenangnya. Aku ada hati. Aku ad perasaan. Hentikan itu semua sebab.. Aku dah penat menangis setiap minggu. Betapa bodoh diri ini sebab tak mampu nak bela diri sendiri. Hanya BERSERAH.. BERSERAH.. dan BERSERAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku. Sangat benci bila orang tinggikan suara. Kenapa perlu tinggikan suara sedangkan salah itu hanya salah itu. Walau aku tahu sebenarnya aku bukan sekadar memalit, tapi berguling dalam lumpur atas salah sendiri, tak bolehkah bertanya sebelum melampiaskan amarah pada aku? Hanya sebab lumpur itu dah sedia kering pada badan, maka orang dengan sewenang-wenangnya cuba tambah lumpur lagi pada aku. Sampai aku keras. Sampai aku kaku. Kau faham? Sampai.. Sampai.. Aku hanya mengikut bagai lembu dicucuk hidung. Kalau orang kata terjun bangunan, aku terjun bangunan. Ah! Mustahil kau faham. Kau bukan aku. Aku penuh emosi bila bercakap. Kau macam tu? tak.. Tak.. Kau bijak. TApi aku? Aku BODOH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku. Aku sangat benci untuk bergantung pada orang lain. Serasa bagai cacat, tiada kaki tiada tangan. Bisu, lagi tuli. Aku biasa buat sendiri. Makan sendiri. Termenung sendiri. Menagis sendiri. Meraung sendiri.Bodoh kan? Bilamana sekarang. Aku adalah makhlukMu yang paling hina serasa ku. Semua bergantung. Semua terserah pada orang-orang yang aku sayang. Orang-orang yang aku dambakan penunjuk jalan. Tapi akhirnya? Aku menjadi batu beban buat mereka. Kepada KAU.. KAU.. KAU.. Aku minta maaf. Sesungguhnya aku sedar siapa aku di mata KAMU.. KAMU.. dan KAMU. Aku tahu. Betapa susahnya hati KAU dan KAMU bila aku mula bersifat pelik. Tapi, pernah tanya tak kenapa aku bersikap pelik pada KAU dan KAMU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KAU dan KAMU. Tahukah betapa sukarnya bagi aku untuk membina kembali diri ini? Betapa peritnya aku bila KAU dan KAMU seolah terhapus kepercayaan pada AKU? Betapa teruknya aku berguling dalam selimut, mengongoi tak tentu pasal, meraung bagai gila dalam rumah yang penuh ORANG ITU dan ORANG INI? Pernah terfikirkah kau nilai air mata aku yang bagai dipaksa-paksa merembes saban hari terkenangkan KAU dan KAMU? Betapa penatnya aku. Bila KAU dan KAMU sudah tiada lagi sekelumit rasa percaya buat AKU.. Bila setiap kata-kata dariku hanya omong kosong buatmu. Bila rasa halus yang datang dalam diri AKU bagai dipandang sepi tak dipeduli oleh KAU dan KAMU. Bila pada mulanya manis madu yang disedut akhirnya bertukar sepahit hempedu &amp;nbsp;dan akhirnya.. Aku diletak ditepi tanpa siapa peduli siapa AKU. Gilakan? Air mata bukan senjata bagiku. Air mata adalah rembesan rasa sedih, kecewa, kerisauan dan gembira bagiku. JAngan fikir. Aku menggunakan air mata sebagai pedang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7052608381742462326?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7052608381742462326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/aku-kau-dan-kamu-buat-kamu-yang-aku.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7052608381742462326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7052608381742462326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/aku-kau-dan-kamu-buat-kamu-yang-aku.html' title='AKU.. KAU.. dan KAMU (buat kamu yang aku sayang)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2867068785460597296</id><published>2011-04-05T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:58:28.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appearance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KHOEaEldmQ/TZqA6Ai4G6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tae5psretA0/s1600/handsomeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KHOEaEldmQ/TZqA6Ai4G6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tae5psretA0/s320/handsomeman.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;handsome man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQFm5swKzUE/TZqBATOAuLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ma-Sz9Yb5O0/s1600/regular-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQFm5swKzUE/TZqBATOAuLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ma-Sz9Yb5O0/s320/regular-guy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkYgYfeiZ2Y/TZqA9FWg91I/AAAAAAAAAPg/zqDjNV6nnmA/s1600/old+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkYgYfeiZ2Y/TZqA9FWg91I/AAAAAAAAAPg/zqDjNV6nnmA/s320/old+man.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uJFZ46cwbw/TZqA2X7zCoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6IjyaJQcpUk/s1600/tua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uJFZ46cwbw/TZqA2X7zCoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6IjyaJQcpUk/s320/tua.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's nothing to do with the appearance.. Everybody will lost their teeth, eye sight, and skin elastic one day. No matter how handsome or beautiful you are, at last.. We all can be categorize in the same group. I hate when people said, I'm choosing my friend by their appearance. Because I know, I am out of people espectation in appearance, attitude, and out dated style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2867068785460597296?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2867068785460597296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/appearance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2867068785460597296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2867068785460597296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/appearance.html' title='appearance..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KHOEaEldmQ/TZqA6Ai4G6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Tae5psretA0/s72-c/handsomeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5864881485809897076</id><published>2011-04-04T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:58:28.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Kehilangan - Firman ( Ibu.. I love u..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ku coba ungkap tabir ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah antara kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Terpisahkan oleh ruang dan waktu&lt;br /&gt;Menyudutkanmu meninggalkanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ku merasa tlah kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;Cintamu yang tlah lama hilang&lt;br /&gt;Kau pergi jauh karena salahku&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak pernah menganggap kamu ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Asmara memisahkan kita&lt;br /&gt;Mengingatkanku pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Gelora mengingatkanku&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa cintamu tlah merasuk jantungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya ku tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tanpa ada kamu aku gila&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya kamu bisa&lt;br /&gt;Mengulang kembali lagi cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Takkan ku sia-siakan kamu lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Back to *, Reff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Sejujurnya ku tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tanpa ada kamu aku gila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Takkan ku sia-siakan kamu lagi.. (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiGwZUO1QQ8/TZkWkEp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/mJ9ihm9d3Rc/s1600/800_licudine_broken_heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiGwZUO1QQ8/TZkWkEp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/mJ9ihm9d3Rc/s320/800_licudine_broken_heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I move step foward. I must be brave. Be responsible to myself. Be responsible to my family. Be responsible to my dignity. AND.. Be responsible to my ACTION. Mum.. I'm doing this for a reason. And the reason is I LOVE YOU and this is undeniable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5864881485809897076?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5864881485809897076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/kehilangan-firman-ibu-i-love-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5864881485809897076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5864881485809897076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/04/kehilangan-firman-ibu-i-love-u.html' title='Kehilangan - Firman ( Ibu.. I love u..)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiGwZUO1QQ8/TZkWkEp0v6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/mJ9ihm9d3Rc/s72-c/800_licudine_broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2739191074705522197</id><published>2011-03-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:07:07.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRFHUrvjYo/TZKcqCIhklI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pou3DpU7PyA/s1600/1198_Durian2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRFHUrvjYo/TZKcqCIhklI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pou3DpU7PyA/s320/1198_Durian2.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha~ &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DURIANS ARE NOT ALLOWED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the stinky smell of durians make the mat salleh made this signboard.. Btw. stinky eh..? Ntah. But it taste really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Umzbr76GiPM/TZKctrH1czI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zhiQ7PRMsS4/s1600/durian-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Umzbr76GiPM/TZKctrH1czI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zhiQ7PRMsS4/s320/durian-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know where this apek sell his durians. But damn! Its make my mouth watering gile2 punye. Sooo long.. Dapat seulas pun jadila. I saw few durians stall along the way to Kota Damansara, nearby the Shah Alam- Sg. Buloh traffic light. 2 for RM10.00? Ermmm.. Oke2.. Errrrr.. Treat me durians please... I want to make serawa and pulut durian and bubur kacang hijau plus durian.. =pppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xUQBRk5g00/TZKcuZIy08I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FerUjQD-ahc/s1600/Durian%252520Fruit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xUQBRk5g00/TZKcuZIy08I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FerUjQD-ahc/s320/Durian%252520Fruit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owhh.. YummmmY! Dah tah tahan neh. Cepatlah Sabtu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wiwit! Durian ye..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2739191074705522197?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2739191074705522197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/durians.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2739191074705522197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2739191074705522197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/durians.html' title='Durians'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRFHUrvjYo/TZKcqCIhklI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pou3DpU7PyA/s72-c/1198_Durian2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-396088715807435583</id><published>2011-03-27T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:23:11.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The islands..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I want to go here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysdsCfBX6qI/TY83qDe7aWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtM6dIgoEhQ/s1600/Langkawi_Island_Book_Cheap_Malaysia_Tour_Package_Travel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysdsCfBX6qI/TY83qDe7aWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtM6dIgoEhQ/s320/Langkawi_Island_Book_Cheap_Malaysia_Tour_Package_Travel1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Langkawi Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I also want to go here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbG_6F_hIWA/TY83sG1e2vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aAcIz5creRE/s1600/Cherating-Beach-Resort-6264921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbG_6F_hIWA/TY83sG1e2vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aAcIz5creRE/s320/Cherating-Beach-Resort-6264921.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cherating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And here..?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSRX0LRydQw/TY83wyeibqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e3oDBo7hOwA/s1600/pangkor+island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSRX0LRydQw/TY83wyeibqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e3oDBo7hOwA/s320/pangkor+island.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pangkor Island..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hehehehe~ I put this as my DREAM.. Kene cari duit banyak-banyak neh.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drive safely. oke..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3973195595497051407-396088715807435583?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/396088715807435583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/islands.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/396088715807435583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/396088715807435583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/islands.html' title='The islands..?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysdsCfBX6qI/TY83qDe7aWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtM6dIgoEhQ/s72-c/Langkawi_Island_Book_Cheap_Malaysia_Tour_Package_Travel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6294432178556998745</id><published>2011-03-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:31:31.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impian, harapan, dan cita-cita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tajuk.. Pergh! Alahai.. Pada usia sekarang, dengan pantas kita akan meningkah betapa cepatnya masa berlalu meninggalkan kita. Usia makin meningkat, segala-galanya berubah dengan sekelip mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wanita-wanita yang keji adalah untuk lelaki-lelaki yang keji, dan lelaki-lelaki yang keji adalah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;untuk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wanita yang keji (juga),dan wanita-wanita yang baik adalah untuk lelaki-lelaki yang baik, dan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lelaki-lelaki yang baik adalah untuk wanita-wanita yang baik (pula). (An-Nur: 26)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tersentuh kejap baca yang atas neh kat dalam salah satu artikel. Aku yang mana satu? Ngeri rasanya. Kadang-kadang tue, bila kita bercakap tentang orang lain, akhirnya perkara buruk tue yang kita buat.Lagi kita elak, lagi akan datang pada kita.And fr me.. No turning back. Move&amp;nbsp;forward. take the risk. And.. Face the reality Nai'mah. You have no&amp;nbsp;choice&amp;nbsp;regarding this matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6SCbC8vmKPc/TYdSIFappoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zKUWTaJX3yQ/s1600/dream-saidaonline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6SCbC8vmKPc/TYdSIFappoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zKUWTaJX3yQ/s320/dream-saidaonline.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Impian.. Hurmmmm.. Macam ak pernah post dulu. Nak pergi buat haji sebelum usia 35. nak settle kan Master sebelum 30 (Alhamdulillah.. on going..).. Nak ada harta sendiri (atas nama sendiri oke..) sebelum 35. Harta sendiri tue macam kereta dan rumah. tanah pun aku nak, hehehehe. Paling penting.. Berkahwin dengan seseorang yang ada ilmu agamanya. Kalau tak cukup, ada inisiatif untuk tambah ilmu agama. Ada inisiatif oke? Because. I need him to show me the way.. Aku bukan pandai sangat. Lagipun sebagai lelaki bukan mesti ada ke kriteria neh. Boleh jadi imam, bacaan lancar. Aku bukan nak lelaki yang sepanjang masa bercelak hitam berserban putih. Nak pimpin keluarga oke. Dan.. Walau kurang sana-sini. Dia bukanlah orang yang akan memisahkan aku dengan keluarga sebab tanpa keluarga, aku bukan aku yang hidup sampai sekarang. Fahamilah..Belajar.. Belajar.. Belajar.. Btw. Hati-hati ye. Aku mata duitan, hahahahahahaha~ Kalau ada anak-anak nanti (sendiri atau instant).. Aku jdi tegas sikit kowt. Tak nak diaorang jadi macam aku, terutama bab pergaulan. Maaf bakal suami. Mungkin awak ada cara awak sendiri. tapi saya tak nak diaorang jadi macam saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6GrpG8AzrDQ/TYdSOizloQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/T4bngCSPUsc/s1600/Hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6GrpG8AzrDQ/TYdSOizloQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/T4bngCSPUsc/s320/Hope.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harapan. Harapan hati setinggi gunung. Biar kegembiraan sentiasa bersama aku. Tiada lagi awan mendung yang at last akan buat aku menangis lagi dengan penuh kekesalan, tiada penyudah, menyumpah diri sendiri tak habis-habis. Nak jaga hati semua pihak sampai diri sendiri jadi macam hantu.. Sayang kat semua pihak sampai dah tak tahu apa lagi nak buat. Kalau tak nak kahwin boleh tak? Rasa macam susah je kahwin tue, hehe~ &amp;nbsp;Yelah.. Ingat senang ke.. Aku yang sulung. Pemegang status harapan keluarga but at the same time aku adalah inidividu yang bertanggungjawab mencalit lumpur ke muka ibu dengan ayah dalam banyak hal. Daripada zaman sekolah dengan result yang macam tahi. Padahal ibu ayah bagi pendidikan sama rata dengan anak-anak but adik-adik selalu cakap ayah selalu lebihkan aku.. Ibu selalu lebihkan aku but still.. Aku rasa.. Aku adalah anak yang tak tahu dek untung sampai sekarang. Anak bertuah kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5I3sztQZbeY/TYdSLQGsMBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tQnD0iCEPCQ/s1600/03-ps26-7ambition-posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5I3sztQZbeY/TYdSLQGsMBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tQnD0iCEPCQ/s320/03-ps26-7ambition-posters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cita-cita. Semoga semua yang diimpikan akan jadi kenyataan. Semoga restu ibu ayah sentiasa bersamaku walaupun anakmu ini adalah anak yang paling bertuah dalam dunia. Semoga tiada siapa yang tahu rahsia paling besar dalam hidup neh walaupun dalam dada neh dah macam nak meletup menyimpan. Semoga aku tak menyusahkan orang lain. Semoga aku tidak lagi memalukan ibu ayah. Semoga pilihan dan jalan yang aku pilih adalah yang terbaik. Semoga ibu dan ayah sihat sehingga aku mampu membuktikan anak bertuah ini memang sebenar-benarnya seorang anak yang bertuah yang akhirnya membawa senyuman ke wajah mereka. Semoga.. Air mata malam ini adalah air mata yang terakhir yng dititiskan kerana kekesalan. Semoga.. Keterlanjuran yang berlaku selama ini adalah yang terakhir dalam hidup. Semoga.. ALLAH mengampunkan dosa-dosa lampauku. Semoga.. Sesiapa sahaja yang bakal menjadi bakal suamiku dapat menerima aku seadanya biarpun aku bukan seperti gadis lain. Kegembiraan hanya palsu. Penyenang hati orang lain. Pelara hati sendiri. Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6294432178556998745?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6294432178556998745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/impian-harapan-dan-cita-cita.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6294432178556998745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6294432178556998745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/impian-harapan-dan-cita-cita.html' title='Impian, harapan, dan cita-cita.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6SCbC8vmKPc/TYdSIFappoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zKUWTaJX3yQ/s72-c/dream-saidaonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6456663136207216124</id><published>2011-03-06T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:15:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think positive. Should i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perjalanan hidup manusia neh memang unik kan? semakin jauh kita cuba tinggalkan apa yang kita cuba jauhi, semakin hampir, semakin rapat benda tue datang pada kita.Walau pelbagai tindakan dah diambil untuk prevent atau avoid, at last.. Datang balik pada kita no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;" Itulah dugaan namanya. Jangan disimpan, jangan dipendam. Luahkan pada seseorang yang awak rasa boleh awak percaya. Please think positive. Tindakan dia tue betul. Kalau tak, sampai bila-bila pun pihak yang berkaitan tak tahu apa yang awak rasa selama neh. Dia bukan bertindak sebagai on behalf of you, tapi lebih kepada tindakan seseorang yang mengambil berat diri awak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tegur seorang teman petang tadi. Argh! Kenapa teman ini juga tidak sependapat dengan aku? Oke.. Oke.. Berfikiran positif. Aku sedang cuba berfikiran positif dalam segala hal. Tapi rasanya kali ini, cukuplah aku mempercayai seseorang dengan sepenuh hati. Tidak selepas ini. Tak kira siapa pun engkau. Kalau terpaksa korbankan diri sendiri pun tak apalah. Siapalah aku kan? Cuma patung bernyawa yang damn! tiada perasaan! Welcome back old Nai'mah. Its very hard to terminate my old, and now, easily its come back. well.. Welcome. Aku bukan manusia yang ungrateful ke.. Tak sedar diri ke.. aku sedar diri. Tapi bila kenyataan tue jadi terlalu pahit, susah buat aku bila melibatkan orang sekeliling. Apa yang paling sadis, aku tak tahu apa yang terjadi pada aku, siapa aku sekarang neh, dan apa yang aku nak sebab mereka lebih tahu siapa aku, apa yang aku nak dan siapa aku yang sebenarnya. Terima kasih diatas peluang memenuhi kuota sebagai programmer dan planner. Paling best sekarang.. Satu apa kerja pun dah tak dapat nak jalan. Owh.. Hebat lah kauorang. Terima kasih sekali lagi.Apa nak jadi pun, jadilah lepas neh. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6456663136207216124?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6456663136207216124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/think-positive-should-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6456663136207216124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6456663136207216124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/03/think-positive-should-i.html' title='Think positive. Should i?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2866406153493017448</id><published>2011-02-09T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:25:05.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isu tab00: selaput dara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Opss.. Tengok.. Tengok.. Tengok.. Laju je click link tue ye.. Amboi.. Amboi.. Amboi.. Fikir lain ke? Harap maaf. Jangan la sengeh macam tue.. Buruk rupa tau, hahahaha~Hari neh kita akan bualkan isu anatomi manusia; perempuan. Kenapa topik neh aku pilih? Sebab.. Aku perempuan. Aku nak tahu sejauh mana kebenarannya berkaitan isu selaput dara neh. janganlah marah.. Isu sensitif? Sampai bila kita nak elakkan diri dari bualkan isu neh? Aku bukan sebut sesuatu yang boleh dianggap kelucahan melampau. Ini hanyalah ilmu yang wajar dikongsi bersama. Kepada bakal suami, mahupun kepada wanita sendiri. Pemahaman yang ada dalam kepala otak aku selama neh tak semuanya betul rupanya. Dan bagi kaum lelaki, sebenarnya anda sendiri tak berapa mengenali anatomi manusia pun. Mengakulah.. Isu taboo yang rasanya seperti harus &lt;s&gt;wajib kowt &lt;/s&gt;menjadi suatu kemestian kepada bakal suami( Yeke..? Apa kes pulak kalau lelaki tue sendiri antara orang yang jadi penyebab kehilangan hymen neh?) Information yang aku dapat dari orang lain pun bercampur baur. So, mana aku dapat info lagi? Ermmm.. Kata belajar how to manage information.. lalalalala~ Aku dok bukak archive dalam paper, internet tue dah jadi wajib lah kan.. Last-last, aku jumpa la.. Tapi, aku selitkan sumber neh jelah ye. Malas dah nak selitkan yang lain. Ada yang guna istilah perubatan yang last-last aku pun susah nak faham. sumber neh dalam bahasa Indonesia, but still.. Bukan susah nak faham pun. Pandai bukak blog neh maksudnya pandai bacalah kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nah link nye...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.f-buzz.com/2008/07/20/selaput-dara/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; hymen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oke.. Yang neh sumber dalam Bahasa Melayu. &lt;a href="http://halaqah.net/v10/index.php?topic=8092.0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;halaqah.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fikir ikut kewajaran. Jangan dengan mudah menilai seorang perempuan hanya kerana ini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3973195595497051407-2866406153493017448?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2866406153493017448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/02/isu-tab00-selaput-dara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2866406153493017448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2866406153493017448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/02/isu-tab00-selaput-dara.html' title='Isu tab00: selaput dara'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2095925316729456974</id><published>2011-02-01T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:02:06.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baik-baik sayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku tak ingin kau menangis bersedih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sudahi air mata darimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang aku ingin arti hidup diriku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kan menghapus dukamu sayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baik-baik sayang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di siang dan malammu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baik-baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semua keinginan akak aku lakukan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sekuat semampuku sayang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karena bagiku kau kehormatanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dengarkan dengarkan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untukmu dan hidupmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baik-baik sayang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di siang dan malammu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baik-baik sayang karna aku untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2095925316729456974?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2095925316729456974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/02/baik-baik-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2095925316729456974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2095925316729456974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/02/baik-baik-sayang.html' title='Baik-baik sayang.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4058751451610167643</id><published>2011-01-23T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T01:12:26.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Jalan hidup yang mendatar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;" Akak bersembang dengan kawan akak semalam. Rasa hidup akak neh mendatar je. Tak ada apa yang perlu &amp;nbsp; dibanggakan. Daripada diploma, sambung degree, sekarang dah nak habis master. Sama.. Sampai satu tahap, akak dah tak rasa apa-apa pun sekarang. Belajar non stop.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tue antara perbualan aku dengan housemate aku tadi. Banyak yang kami bualkan tadi. Housemate yang lain dah hilang entah ke mana. apa yang dibualkan? Macam-macam isu. daripada perjalanan hidup, latar belakang keluarga, pelajaran, sampailah jodoh. Usia yang semakin hampir ke angka 30 menyebabkan kakak neh sangat risau. Aku pun dah ikut sama risau, hehehe.. Yelah.. Siapalah aku neh kan.. Usia sekarang sepatutnya aku dah boleh berbangga bagi duit tiap bulan pada ibu dengan ayah tapi sekarang, haiz... Macam tak ada perubahan. Even dah kerja pun, rasanya macam tak cukup je. Nak kata boros, apa je yang aku beli. Sampai member sendiri pun dah dok complain aku tak ada beli apa-apa untuk diri sendiri. Tak apalah. Apa yang mampu aku buat sekarang, cari pengalaman sebanyak yang aku mampu, belajar habis kuat, dan tak boleh main-main macam dulu lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sikit sebanyak ada jugaklah aku cerita pasal diri sendiri. Tukar-tukar cerita, hehe. Tapi, pandangan yang diberi tak jauh berbeza dari apa yang lain-lain beri. Hidup kita macam berjudi. Salah kecundang, betul pasti menang. Macam mana nak tahu apa yang kita caturkan dalam hidup sendiri tue adalah yang terbaik? Pejam celik pejam celik 18 hari dari sekarang usia aku akan genap 24 tahun. mak aih. Rasanya baru je semalam aku kena lempang laju-laju dengan ayah sebab tak lancar bertaranum, taram tajwid, baru semalam je aku sepak adik ketiga aku masa dia tidur sebab suka mengadu kat ibu. Betapa pantas masa berjalan. Kawan? Seorang demi seorang melangkah ke gerbang perkahwinan, membina kerjaya, membina kehidupan sendiri. Aku pula &amp;nbsp;masih di sini. Masih Nai'mah yang dulu.Status pelajar masih digenggam, status pekerja baru mahu digilap. Itupun hanya kontrak. ya ALLAH.. Murahkanlah rezeki ku. Permudahkan segala urusanku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang aku rasa sekarang? Seperti ada sesuatu yang terbeban dalam hati tapi tak tahu apakah dia? Terbeban sangat rasanya. Tak tenteram. Ada masanya seolah-olah perjalanan hidup ini tidak lancar dan tidak lengkap, seolah-olah sedang mendepani sesuatu yang Maha Berat, seolah-olah aku cuba menidakkan kenyataan yang nyata pahit untuk ditelan sakit untuk diluah. Andai hanya itu pilihan alangkah mudahnya. andai semuanya dah diketahui alangkah senangnya. Entahlah. Merapu jauh malam neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTsP1HFq_fI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sFDwUNOoBMQ/s1600/young-muslim-woman-makes-dua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTsP1HFq_fI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sFDwUNOoBMQ/s320/young-muslim-woman-makes-dua.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pic from: Reuters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tuhanku.. Aku hanya insan lemah di sisiMu.. Tiada upaya untuk melawan kehendakMu, tiada daya untuk menidakkan apa yang telah ditetapkan olehMu..Jika inilah ketetapan yang telah tertulis, aku terima dengan hati terbuka.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4058751451610167643?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4058751451610167643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/jalan-hidup-yang-mendatar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4058751451610167643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4058751451610167643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/jalan-hidup-yang-mendatar.html' title='Jalan hidup yang mendatar?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTsP1HFq_fI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sFDwUNOoBMQ/s72-c/young-muslim-woman-makes-dua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2249832523948831928</id><published>2011-01-21T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:36:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Park, Kuala Lumpur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this place picture in my sister's bf facebook. Quit interesting and I think, I like it! Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUHXH8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8_x0_iUInho/s1600/taman-burung-kuala-lumpur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUHXH8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8_x0_iUInho/s320/taman-burung-kuala-lumpur.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taman Burung Kuala Lumpur. Haiz... Kat manalah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUMQS8o4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PCB81NjRgfI/s1600/168926_1525533782761_1367146276_31152871_7152365_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUMQS8o4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/PCB81NjRgfI/s320/168926_1525533782761_1367146276_31152871_7152365_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can come this close with the birds..?? Best giler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUQqDh9nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G6HWdNuRffk/s1600/167660_1525531262698_1367146276_31152867_5412035_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUQqDh9nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G6HWdNuRffk/s320/167660_1525531262698_1367146276_31152867_5412035_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See.. How close the visitor can go with the birds. Actually, a lots more species but very lazy to copy it from his page. Thanks arif..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice place to hang out on weekend, right? Cuti-cuti Malaysia. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2249832523948831928?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2249832523948831928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/bird-park-kuala-lumpur.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2249832523948831928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2249832523948831928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/bird-park-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Bird Park, Kuala Lumpur.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTjUHXH8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8_x0_iUInho/s72-c/taman-burung-kuala-lumpur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5094214733433073722</id><published>2011-01-15T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:00:05.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari tue dok ronda-ronda setiap shelve dalam library neh. Seronoknye! Memangla.. Library kanak-kanak mestilah buku pun budak-budak punya standard jugak kan..?? Before sampai kat tangan budak-budak, kakak budak neh dah gelak guling-guling dulu time buat cataloguing. Best weh buku diaorang. Lawa-lawa.. Warna-warni.. Berseri-seri. Hard cover lagi. Lepas tue, culture suka membaca kat sini yang best. Berebut nak pinjam buku, siap sorokkan buku kawan sebab dia pun nak pinjam buku yang sama, hahahaha~ Alahai.. Budak.. Budak.. Nak kata apa kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengah dok ronda-ronda.. Dok pusing-pusing.. Dok tilik-tilik.. Kauorang tahu apa lagi buku yang ada atas rak buku library neh..? Buku SALINA pun ada oke.. Semerah Kota bharu.. Apa lagi. Banyak banget. Buku yang pengolahan bahasa dia bagi aku mungkin belum sampai level untuk budak-budak neh baca. Tapi, ada kat rak. Parents budak baca kowt. Tak pun cikgu-cikgu. Tapi.. Tak jugak. Budak-budak pun aku tengok ada yang baca. Itu untuk rak buku yang semuanya Bahasa Melayu ( Actually, 1st language kat sini English.. So, rak lain semua English plus satu rak setengah Mandrin..). Rak untuk English plak rak yang tagging dia start 9++ yang aku suka, hehehehe~ Maksudnya.. Sepanjang 3 bulan aku kerja kat sini tak payah la aku beli buku lagi. Banyak kowt even juz 2 raw je untuk 9++ tag. Neh buku yang aku dah baca dalam library neh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKLlwmysI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ODTuDzBsAmQ/s1600/9780141317151-crop-325x325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKLlwmysI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ODTuDzBsAmQ/s320/9780141317151-crop-325x325.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, buku neh best beb... I swear! Entah.. Buku apa yang aku baca aku rasa tak best ek..?? hahahaha~ Buku neh ceritanya pasal zaman kat China yang masa tue orang perempuan kena ada kaki bersaiz kecil. Serious kecil oke.. Baru layak untuk berkahwin dan dipandang tinggi. Cerita dia pasal seorang gadis yang masa tue berusia belum sampai 5 tahun yang nenek dia dah tunangkan dia dengan seorang lelaki dari keturunan baik-baik ( dia pun keturunan baik-baik jugak..). Budak lelaki tue beza 2 tahun dari dia. Tapi putus tunang sebab budak perempuan neh kaki dia tak kena bedung, maksud aku tak dikecilkan. Nenek dia pun tak tahu nak cakap apa dah since bapak budak perempuan tue menyokong kehendak anak perempuan dia neh. Bapak dia berfikiran sangat jauh tentang beberapa hal yang katanya ada masa perlu bergerak seiring dengan masa dan betapa kita perlu ada ilmu dan berfikiran terbuka; termasuk wanita harus ada ilmu. Nasib budak neh baik sebab dia dilahirkan pada zaman revolusi, yang mana China dah sedikit demi sedikit terima perubahan cuma biasalah.. Tiap perubahan ada sesuatu yang perlu dikorbankan, termasuk keluarga.Details..?? kau orang carilah buku neh. Malas nak review panjang-panjang, hehehehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dan sekarang.. Aku tengah dok pinjam dua buku baru...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TadaAAAAAAAA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKNeJeKAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JGMIeTNajjY/s1600/0590424602_01__SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKNeJeKAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JGMIeTNajjY/s1600/0590424602_01__SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aku tertarik sebab title buku neh pasal perhambaan. Mesti best kan plus.. Boleh bagi mata bukak besar sikit kowt, huhuhu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKR0jvUdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HX-BGHg9FTk/s1600/PositiveDiscipline.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKR0jvUdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HX-BGHg9FTk/s1600/PositiveDiscipline.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since aku deal dengan budak-budak, so aku tergerak hati nak baca buku neh. Macam, best. Manalah tau boleh praktikkan lepas nih, hihihihi~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku rasa.. Tempat aku memang kat tempat yang penuh buku kowt. Kalaulah buku-buku neh boleh dimakan, dah selamat agaknya, hahahahahahaha~ Nanti aku review lagi ye. Kalau rajin la, hehehehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5094214733433073722?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5094214733433073722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5094214733433073722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5094214733433073722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TTEKLlwmysI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ODTuDzBsAmQ/s72-c/9780141317151-crop-325x325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2530801959401534867</id><published>2011-01-12T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:01:08.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>1st entry on 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started my 2011 with new work environment ; Sri KDU Primary School and my first Master lecturer in the evening after my work hour. Damnly tired dowh! But, nevermind.. It just begin. Yup! it just begin... What bygone, be bygone.. To those who are "Mulut Tempayan" and "gossipping and "fitnah-&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;", from now on.. I don't mind about YOU! You are not the person who feed me here. You are only person who know half of my story, and.. maybe.. I said.. Maybe.. Responsible to add up some spice and make the story kindda interesting to others. I don't know. But, I would like to thank you a lot, for letting me know this world better. I'm not perfect too.. But, it is such a plessure if you ask me first before spreading the story-telling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy working here. Kids around me. I can't stop myself from smiling, laughing all day. Hahahahaha~ Sweet kids. I feel really greatful when they called me teacher. I also started my January 2011 with such a great thing that actually I'm not imagine that I manage to do it. To be honest, I'm not good dealing with kids but when I'm working here, it does teach me a lot how to be patient and how to deal with these wonderful kids. Ready to step in to motherhood..?? Jeng.. Jeng.. Jeng.. Not now. I do love kids, but not now.And now I also know the differentiate between Ultraman Seven and Tiga and Taro and.. Owh.. Forgot another one.. And how the raw carrot good for my skin..?? ( Zarith, Haziq, and Danish told me last night, hahahahahaha~)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opss.. By the way, thanks for reading this boring entry. Good luck to your future under taking my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Nai'mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2530801959401534867?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2530801959401534867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-entry-on-2011.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2530801959401534867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2530801959401534867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-entry-on-2011.html' title='1st entry on 2011'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6696937248682406954</id><published>2010-12-30T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:01:43.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Keluar malam selepas ini? Fikir 1000kali.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari neh last day di MTC. Kemenangan pasukan Malaysia disambut dengan cuti keesokan hari. Hari neh juga untuk kali pertama pergi ke JJ Maluri dengan member satu tempat kerja. Habis rehat tiba-tiba dapat call dari bonda. Sedikit tersentak.. Aku harus akui itu, plus sedikit ralat. Nak menangis pun ada tadi. Yelah.. diakui.. Tue salah aku sendiri. anak dara keluar malam-malam balik lewat pagi, siapa yang tak risau. Even arah tuju aku sama je macam zaman belajar dulu. Lepak kat mapley.. Tambah-tambah kalau malam tue ada game. Habis pukul 10 pun mahu baliknya lewat pagi jugak sebab berbual panjang sangat.Tak pun duduklah menyembang kat mana-mana. Bezanya kali neh.. Aku bukan menyewa dengan kawan-kawan satu universiti. Kalau dulu.. Ya mungkin.. Siapa nak marah. Kerisauan orang tua bila anak dara keluar malam. apa-apa sahaja bakal berlaku. kalau dulu mungkin boleh lepak dekat luar tengok bola sama-sama dengan kawan, duduk sampai pagi kat Dataran Merdeka; menyembang.. Ronda-ronda KL lepas tue tidur dekat Petronas. Itu.. dulu.. Seharusnya seiring dengan peningkatan usia aku ke aras seorang wanita, batas-batas yang perlu dijaga sebagai wanita harus aku sedar dari awal, bukan menimbulkan kerisauan orang sekeliling tentang di mana aku dinihari baru pulang? walau tiada salah apa yang aku lakukan, hanya mengulangi apa yang sudah biasa aku buat dahulu. Yelah.. dengan rendah hati aku mengaku aku bersalah dalam hal ini. Jika aku seorang ibu, mungkin lebih dahsyat tindakan yang aku kenakan pada anak-anakku tika itu. Pengajian setinggi gunung tak menjamin perlakuan sehebat pengajian. Macam aku. Mungkin.. Aku perlu menukar alternatif lain untuk melepaskan tekanan untuk mencari kawan berbual di waktu malam dengan aktiviti lain? apa sahaja yang aku merapu neh. Tapi itulah hakikatnya. Aku telah mula menimbulkan kerisauan di hati orang-orang aku sayangi malahan mungkin akan menimbulkan masalah lain di lain hari. Siapa tahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6696937248682406954?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6696937248682406954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/keluar-malam-selepas-ini-fikir-1000kali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6696937248682406954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6696937248682406954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/keluar-malam-selepas-ini-fikir-1000kali.html' title='Keluar malam selepas ini? Fikir 1000kali.'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8029695895280753595</id><published>2010-12-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:11:47.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paper Utusan 28 Disember yang lepas ada membincangkan tentang asthma, dari peringkat kanak-kanak. Since aku sendiri ada asthma kronic, apa yang dibincangkan dalam Utusan kelmarin rasanya wajar dikongsi bersama. Mana boleh elak, kita elak. Tapi.. Elak jelah. sayang diri.. Sayang orang yang tersayang. Buatlah apa yang patut ye. Kalau orang tersayang kau orang ada asthma. Tapi, dalam pada masa yang sama juga, salah satu cara pencegahannya adalah meninggalkan apa-apa yang bakal mencetuskan asthma. Baik-baik tak ada asthma, tiba-tiba ada. Sebab apa? Ha.. Baca sendiri. Kalau ada yang menegur.. Membebel tue.. Tanda sayanglah tue.Enjoy reading my blog reader.. &lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2010&amp;amp;dt=1228&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Kesihatan&amp;amp;pg=kn_01.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Utusan Online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsNZ0v4dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FARrC29y0AA/s1600/david-beckham-with-asthma-inhaler-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsNZ0v4dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FARrC29y0AA/s320/david-beckham-with-asthma-inhaler-1.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;David Beckham pun ada asthma.. Who said asthma patient can't joint any physical activity? it is all myth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsOzOd_qI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KrH5bdC7lQs/s1600/asthma-inhalers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsOzOd_qI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KrH5bdC7lQs/s320/asthma-inhalers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang aku pakai warna biru pekat tue (ventolin) dengan yang purple(Ceretide). Cousin aku panggil yang purple tue aku punya compact powder, lepas tue boleh pulak cakap yang warna biru pekat tue ubat ketiak, kah3!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsQroZ6fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YhzqINVoGeA/s1600/inhalers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsQroZ6fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YhzqINVoGeA/s320/inhalers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one yang warna coklat (beclovent). Yang warna coklat neh aku tak suka rasa dia.. Tak best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8029695895280753595?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8029695895280753595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/asthma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8029695895280753595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8029695895280753595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/asthma.html' title='Asthma'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRrsNZ0v4dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FARrC29y0AA/s72-c/david-beckham-with-asthma-inhaler-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8266438564240009737</id><published>2010-12-28T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:02:44.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Wiwit.. Boleh ngurat??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha! Abaikan title di atas. Sekarang aku suka dok ngurat orang. lalalalala! Siapa-siapa yang dah kena ngurat dengan aku tue, kira dah kena book la ye, hahahahaha! adeh. Maaf. Gurauan semata-mata. Tiada niat untuk merampas, oke..?? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu neh minggu terakhir aku kat MTC. Next week, start kerja kat library Sri KDU Primary School pulak. Mula di Sri KDU, mula jugaklah kuliah pertama aku; yeah! Master.. Here I come. Ada terdengar rumous pasal tempat baru aku neh. But, hurmmmm.. Hopefully taklah seteruk tue. Kadang-kadang cerita yang sampai tue teruk sangat sedangkan realitinya taklah seburuk tue. Cara mudah. Aku berdepan sendiri dengan tempat tue. Even aku sebenarnya dah mula selesa kerja kat MTC neh tapi atas faktor jarak, masa, dan wang ringgit. Terpaksalah dilepaskan. Moga yang mendatang mampu memberikan yang terbaik buat aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa ketika neh ada sedikit kecelaruan emosi. Ya! Sampai aku tak tahu apa yang aku rasa sekarang. Sensitif tahap melampau. Benci ah! Ada je benda yang boleh buat aku tersentuh, even masalah yang datang tue sebesar zarah je bagi orang lain, tapi bagi aku sebesar Gunung kat Himalaya tue ha... Dahsyat tak? Ada masa, teguran yang sebelum neh aku boleh terima dengan disambut guruan atau terima kasih, diganti dengan gumaman atau biarkan teguran tue berlalu. Or.. Biarkan je macam tue.. Sunyi. Sebab.. Aku rasa nak nangis. Sengal! Apa hal tak tahu, haiz.. Please hati.. Jangan jadi macam neh.. Jangan mudah lemah dengan hal-hal remeh. Kelak kau digelak.. Digelar tidak matang. Mahu begitu? Aku benci sikap yang satu neh. Tak berubah dari dulu. So.. Siapa-siapa nak jadikan aku suri hidup dia.. Terpaksalah terima perubahan sikap aku yang ada msa macam angin lalu. Adik aku selalu cakap.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "awak sungguh unpredictable..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah.. Mana aku tahu kenapa jadi macam tue. Sebab ada masa aku suka pendam masalah ke..?? Mana aku tahu, hehehe.. Apa pun, perasaan bercampur baur neh sungguh aku tak gemar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ye.. Buku-buku yang aku beli bulan lepas semua aku dah abis baca? Ingat tak buku si Khalemi yang aku dok promote dalam post sebelum neh? Sangat sedih dan.. Wajar dibaca sebagai pengajaran. Disusuli buku bahasa melayu pasal si Wazif.. anak istimewa yang mempunyai keluarga yang sangat supportive. Willing to do anything untuk anak-anak. Cerita betul oke.. Yes! Aku suka genre yang macam tue. Adik aku cakap aku suka cerita yang berkaitan phsycology.. And the latest.. Someone gave me this book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRloq5HgWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QQkG6GEgSEE/s1600/escapingdaddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRloq5HgWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QQkG6GEgSEE/s320/escapingdaddy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TadaaAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To the person yang bagi buku neh.. Terima kasih daun keladi. Lepas neh jangan lupa bagi buku lagi, hahahahahaha! 101 pages to go.. Betapa teruknya time nak cari buku neh. Dari Shah Alam sampai ke Sunway. Pergi Sunway sebab MPH Shah Alam bagitahu ada lagi 5 copies dekat Sunway. Bila tiba Sunway tanya, dia cakap ad tinggal 2 copies. Punyalah aku dok minta abang tue tolong la cari. lepas tue boleh pulak dia cakap da habis. Dalam sistem ada dua but once pergi kat shelve dah abis, pergh! Sadis! Tue yang terbeli buku si Khalemi dengan cerita si Wazif tue. Brother tue cakap kalau nak jugak ada kat Subang Parade. Adeh! Dah kepenatan. So, tak pergilah. anggap tiada rezeki.Yang lain-lain.. Bila nak bagi aku buku neh..?? hahahahahahahaha! Zalim la bapak si Maria neh.. Wajib baca. sedih taw. Hidup dia sungguh suffer. Bapak dia lacurkan dia masa dia masih budak-budak.. Umur 11 ke 12 tahun macam tue.. Tapi sebelum tue, bapak dia dah rogol dia.. Zalim kan? Tragic lebih sikit daripada apa yang terjadi pada si Khalemi sebab yang neh bapak dia yang jadi pimp.. Persamaan? Pasal pemerdagangan manusia bagi tujuan seks; pelacuran. But at last... Nasib mereka dibela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Syuh! Syuh! Sedih.. Pergi jauh dari aku! I want choc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8266438564240009737?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8266438564240009737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/wiwit-boleh-ngurat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8266438564240009737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8266438564240009737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/wiwit-boleh-ngurat.html' title='Wiwit.. Boleh ngurat??'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TRloq5HgWuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QQkG6GEgSEE/s72-c/escapingdaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2020827138958963985</id><published>2010-12-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:39:27.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Wanita yang tidak boleh dikahwini (menurut Imam Al-Ghazali)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQ758pggkWI/AAAAAAAAANk/fzTYDZtJWaQ/s1600/muslim-matrimonial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQ758pggkWI/AAAAAAAAANk/fzTYDZtJWaQ/s320/muslim-matrimonial.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber asal boleh&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/note.php?note_id=159506000749318&amp;amp;id=151038798271591" style="color: cyan;"&gt;klik di sini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut catatan Imam Ghazali : "Jangan engkau kahwini wanita yang Ananah, yang Mananah, dan yang Hananah, dan jangan engkau kahwini wanita yang Hadaqah, yang Baraqah, dan yang Syadaqah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pengertian disebalik Ananah, Mananah, Hananah, Hadaqah, Baraqah, dan Syadaqah? Oke.. Yang bawah neh menurut huraian yang mudah dihadam oleh minda aku. Kalau nak pengertian atau ayat asal, please click provided link above ye.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ananah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kuat mengeluh.Sakit hanya sedikit, tapi respon, haiz... Macam ape je..Macam sakit yang Maha sangat. Tak baik tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mananah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalau tak sebab abang la.." "Kalau saya tak bantu abang.." Haiz.. Ungkit. Tak penat ke mengungkit? But at the same time mana yang tak dapat yang macam neh pun jangan la lepas tangan pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hananah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ter"sayang kat ex-hubby. Sayang lebih sikit dengan anak dengan perkahwinan terdahulu. Kiranya tak berlaku adil dengan anak-anak la neh tanpa mengira anak tiri atau kandung, hurmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hadaqah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"you... I nak kereta penuh berlian tue..Tak kira!" " Mak aih.. Blink2 nya gelang tue bang.. Belikan satu untuk saya.." Eeeee.. Suka suki je.. Kalau suami kerja cop duit boleh la demand terlebih, hahahahahaha! Tak adalah.. Nafsu membeli belah tue macam ape entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baraqah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dok sibuk membelek muka hari-hari depan cermin, esek pergi salon, wat facial je..Suka marah-marah, tak suka makan bersama. Suka makan sendiri. Ermm. Maybe maksud kat sini boleh abaikan rumah tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Syadaqah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suka memekak, buat bising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQ754WrGATI/AAAAAAAAANg/LyZtoeICqzM/s1600/muslim+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQ754WrGATI/AAAAAAAAANg/LyZtoeICqzM/s320/muslim+family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Nak cari article opposite side pulak. Tiada niat lain, hanya ingin berkongsi.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2020827138958963985?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2020827138958963985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanita-yang-tidak-boleh-dikahwini.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2020827138958963985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2020827138958963985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanita-yang-tidak-boleh-dikahwini.html' title='Wanita yang tidak boleh dikahwini (menurut Imam Al-Ghazali)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQ758pggkWI/AAAAAAAAANk/fzTYDZtJWaQ/s72-c/muslim-matrimonial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1142761813004439341</id><published>2010-12-09T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:04:22.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>overwhelming.. The mix feeling between excited and scared. Scared?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I was freaking shock with my own react lately. I was too confident, too brave, to excited, but at the same time too scared. Add some more.. sometimes blur, hahahaha! But, I still want to do it. A big big WHY now inside my head.﻿ I want to enjoy my life but at the same time I still want to varnish the feeling of insecure while I'm doing something that I already know at the end it not always bring me the bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBrtultjLI/AAAAAAAAANU/a7c3L1lJhH4/s1600/shock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBrtultjLI/AAAAAAAAANU/a7c3L1lJhH4/s320/shock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling shocked like her? hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBrxc-3S2I/AAAAAAAAANY/PTrR_PkF_YM/s1600/pocoyo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBrxc-3S2I/AAAAAAAAANY/PTrR_PkF_YM/s320/pocoyo1.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the same time.. I feel like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I can feel that I enjoy my life now rather than before. Wish everything gonna be oke, InsyaALLAH.... hah! wanna share this. I was damnly into Oxana Kalemi's right now. She wrote a book bout her life. True story oke..?? Title: Mummy, come home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBvlY9nz4I/AAAAAAAAANc/TsErazBwjqc/s1600/novel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBvlY9nz4I/AAAAAAAAANc/TsErazBwjqc/s320/novel1.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bet you will love this book too. really heartbreaking, bout the real life. Have kids in a young age. Abused husband. What else? It just.. A great book. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-1142761813004439341?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1142761813004439341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/overwhelming-mix-feeling-between.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1142761813004439341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1142761813004439341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/overwhelming-mix-feeling-between.html' title='overwhelming.. The mix feeling between excited and scared. Scared?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TQBrtultjLI/AAAAAAAAANU/a7c3L1lJhH4/s72-c/shock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5735646304184278666</id><published>2010-12-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:56:57.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Degree Graduation day 301110</title><content type='html'>Time : 12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dewan Sri Budiman UiTM, Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. I get my degree, yeay! Syukran Jazilan.. Ya ALLAH.. For give  me this excitement to hold my own degree scroll even though my result is  not the best like others.. Thank You ALLAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6QGhG1qI/AAAAAAAAANI/gXdkM3BbLGM/s1600/100_5565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6QGhG1qI/AAAAAAAAANI/gXdkM3BbLGM/s320/100_5565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my turn : 684... It was a long long time to wait only for lest than 5 minutes on stage, aiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6UIIAUgI/AAAAAAAAANM/FDccH1M99pY/s1600/100_5580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6UIIAUgI/AAAAAAAAANM/FDccH1M99pY/s320/100_5580.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Person behind me? definitely my mum and my dad. They are everything for me and I'm willing to do anything for them even though the result sometimes will hurt me. But I know, they know the best... I love you so much Ayah.. Ibu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6aNHCZ3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tDJg1qEbR30/s1600/100_5585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6aNHCZ3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tDJg1qEbR30/s320/100_5585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are my lil sisters. Both now at IIUM and doing their degree.. Thank you sayang for your support when I'm sometimes devastated bout something you will always be there for me.. Unfortunately my lil brother was not there. Facing his SPM untill middle of December. Good luck Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reality. hunting permanent job. I have to. Yes, I have to. Together with my Master, on this becoming January, 2011. Pray for me. I have to struggle now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Congratulations on your graduating day....&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5735646304184278666?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5735646304184278666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/degree-graduation-day-301110.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5735646304184278666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5735646304184278666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/12/degree-graduation-day-301110.html' title='Degree Graduation day 301110'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TPt6QGhG1qI/AAAAAAAAANI/gXdkM3BbLGM/s72-c/100_5565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3897591585774797494</id><published>2010-11-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:28:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nai'mah? Akulah tue.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok.. Before kalian baca entry nih.. Ada warning ye.. To those yang tak tahan cerita pasal &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;kahak hijau, hingus banyak-banyak, dengan kudis yang berair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dengan segala hormatnya silalah tinggalkan blog neh. Aku takut lepas neh ada yang muntah hijau, takkan pun, nampak makanan pun dah tak lalu makan.. Bak kata Wonderpet.. "Ini serious...." hehe~ Honestly.. with my pleasure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Baru je balik dari kampung. Atuk sakit lagi. Masuk wad lagi. Baru je dia keluar wad 2 minggu lepas. Kali nih kencing berdarah. Jumpa atuk terus masa tiba Muar pukul 9.15pm, dua hari lepas. Parents aku tak bagitahu awal-awal sebab tahu kalau aku tahu awal-awal, aku akan tiba lebih awal dari yang dijangkakan, even gerak dari Sentul lepas 5.00pm. Malam semalam, melawat atuk lagi. Usai segalanya, bersantai dengan bonda tepi Hospimart..Bonda menyebabkan aku teringat balik zaman muda-muda duu, ehehehe~ Zaman sekolah. Especially masa sekolah menengah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonda: Ingat tak dulu awak pernah cerita kenapa awak tak ramai kawan masa zaman sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Mestilah ingat. Imah takkan lupa sampai bila-bila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonda: Sebab tue ibu dulu ibu nak awak belajar tinggi-tinggi, biar buktikan budak macam awak neh pun mampu masuk universiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Dan sekarang bakal menyambung lagi, dan lagi, dan lagi.. (senyum... puas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang aku dok merapu..?? Sabar.. Sebab tue aku selaku empunya blog dah warning awal-awal..&amp;nbsp; Please leave my blog if you're kindda cepat loya kalau cerita pasal kahak, hingus, dan kudis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari aku kecil, sampailah remaja, aku tak boleh lari dari 3 benda tue. Bila asthma aku teruk, maka kudis naik teruk sangat-sangat. Leher, sendi-sendi macam kat siku, pelipat kaki, pergelangan kaki naik. Bernais orang tua cakap. Berair. Sakit! Sangat sakit. Tambah-tambah lagi kalau cuaca masa tue panas. Tuhan jelah yang tahu betapa gatal, betapa pedih, betapa sakitnya bila kulit meregang.Aku mudah kena bisul. sangat sensitif, plus sistem imun masa tue tak kuat. Mudah jelah apa-apa penyakit nak hinggap. Sampai aku dah lali nak makan ubat, dah tak hairan. Sampai satu masa, masa aku jumpa dengan dermatologist.. Aku tanya dia..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " Sampai bila saya nak jadi macam neh? Saya malu doc.. Saya perempuan. Takkan ada lelaki akan pandang saya bila keadaan saya macam neh..Saya malu sebab kudis neh tumbuh kat tempat orang boleh nampak.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doctor tue cuma boleh cakap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; "Sabar dik.. Ujian ALLAH nak bagi kat awak. Awak kena terima dengan redha..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK.. Akhirnya, Aku redha. Takkan aku nak meraung-raung tak tentu fasal pulak kan..?? Bukan teruk pun.. Asthma patient biasanya akan dapat Exema, just bergantung samada teruk atau tak. Aku, sampai sekarang ada lagi Exema neh. Cuma tak teruk macam dulu. Paling teruk masa aku form 6.. Berkudis satu badan dari hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki. Bayangkan.. Pergi sekolah pakai baju kurung. Rimas. Berlengas. Berpeluh. Gatal! Bahagian dahi dah macam letak plastik cair. Tegang kulit! Terima kasih Aqilah Arshad.. Fazliana Jamil.. Shahida Musa.. Sebab.. Dapat terima, berkawan baik dengan kita masa keadaan kita sangat-sangat teruk. Kauorang tak kisah pun bila datang rumah, kita menggelupur nak bukak tudung. especialy qiqi.. Sebab, selalu buat study group kat rumah awak kan? Thanks untuk family awak jugak.. Sangat supportive.. Kauorang bagi moral support supaya kita kuat sampai sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kahak. Haiz.. Apalah cerita benda neh kan? Tak kisah.. Sebab aku kan dah bagi warning, hehehe~ Masa aku sekolah menengah, cikgu-cikgu kat sekolah tue sampai dah kenal muka budak yang selalu tak datang sekolah gara-gara semput. Siap disuruh jangan datang. Ok.. Ok.. Go back to the topic.. Bila aku start batuk, it means.. Aku akan keluarkan banyak kahak. Sangat banyak even you can't imagine it. Aku tak larat nak jalan. Nak pergi toilet berulang kali sebab nak buang kahak, penat. Dah la semput teruk masa tue.Solution? Aku guna plastik, buh tisu banyak-banyak daam plastik tue, then letak bawah meja. Aku ingat agi. Betapa aku cuba control batuk. Sebab, aku ganggu kawan-kawan nak belajar. Time nak ludah dalam plastik paling seksa. Sebab, aku malu. Aku tahu semua akan jijik. Nampak pengotor. Tapi, apa lagi yang aku mampu buat? Cuba bagitahu. So, aku tak peduli.. Aku ludah, tanpa mengeluarkan sebarang bunyi. Jijik kan? Keji kan? Hingus tak payah cakap lah. Once dah start batuk, aku dapat package 2 in 1.. Dapat sekali selesema. Dah la ada resdung. So, hembus-hembus kat tisu, pastue mesti aku meludah. And now.. Can you imagine why people at that time will try to avoid me? Masa yang macam neh, aku form 4 form 5 macam tue la.. Selain dua neh, masa neh juga leher aku teruk bernais. DAn.. Kawan baik aku masa neh Vidyasheela Sritharan dan Aliaa Zawani.. Ingat agi.. Bila datng rumah Sheela, dia mesti suruh aku bukak tudung. Suffer weh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nai'mah sekarang? Dah boleh survive. Walaupun masih sakit, aku tak lemah. Ok la dari dulu..Aku nak belajar tinggi- tinggi, kerja bagus- bagus, dapat gaji besar. Then, nak ubat diri sendiri..Alhamdulillah.. Sekurang-kurangnya, sekuntum senyuman dah dapat aku lihat pada wajah kedua orang tuaku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Siapapun kalian, terima kasih.. Sudi terima aku dalam study group.. Jadi kawan sampai sekarang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3897591585774797494?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3897591585774797494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/naimah-akulah-tue.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3897591585774797494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3897591585774797494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/naimah-akulah-tue.html' title='Nai&apos;mah? Akulah tue.. =)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4218537542619090057</id><published>2010-11-10T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:41:21.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Campur baur..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.. Dah masuk minggu kedua aku kat Cheras. Ulang alik dari Kepong, hahahaha..So far, alhamdulilah. Selepas Cheras, ada lokasi baru menanti tahun depan. Thank you ALLAH for the blessing. Aku hanyalah hambamu yang lemah lagi hina i muka bumiMu ini.. alhamdulillah.. Alhamdulillah.. Ha.. Semalam.. Ada cerita best.. Sesat kat Sentul. Menyasar samapi naik ke parlimen.. Sengal habis! Tak memasal je kna naik komuter yang esek delay, tiba lewat. So, balik pun lewat. Dah macam tue, kalau sebelum nih boleh tiba rumah dalam pukuk 6.00 ke 6.30, aku tiba rumah semalam dalam pukul 8.30. Ah! Tunggu punya tunggu train( sebahagian cerita terpaksa dipotong atas sebab-sebab- tertentu, hehehe..), rupanya train ke Sentul dah lepas 3 trip. Nak ke Sentul kena ambil train ke Batu Caves eh..?? Kesian kan.. baru tahu, ceh! tak kisah la.. Terima kasih pada individu yang sud tunjuk jalan sampai 3 kali kowt ke Star LRT Sentul tue. Nasib baik harini tiba dengan bergaya. awal 40 minit lagi.. Ntah pape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ermmmmm.. suka tak IKLIM.? Ada satu lagu dia nih, aku suka pulak sekarang nih...&amp;nbsp; Kerap sangat masuk dalam kepala time buat kerja. Kawan sampai cakap, esek-esek lagu nih esek-esek lagu nih, hahahahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bukannya aku tak tega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bukan pula aku tak cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kerana orang tua yang tak merestui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cinta kita....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ala.. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bukan Aku Tak Cinta&lt;/span&gt;.. Kalau tak silap aku la.. Hurmmmmm.. In any condition, parents come first kan? Tiada mereka, tiadalah kita. Tapi, kalau akulah dalam condition yang berbelah bahagi macam nih, aku mungkin akan ambil masa yang lama untuk menerangkan hal nih pada orang yang aku sayang.. Patinya parents pun aku sayang, dia pun aku sayang, Ceeewah! Cakap macam cerita pasal diri sendiri, ye tak?Anggaplah nih mcam sinopsis lagu, hahahaha.. Tapi, berbaloikah berkorban sebab cinta? Ketepikan keluarga yang lebih kenal keadaan kita siapa kita?Tapi, macam mana pula kalau pada awalnya hubungan tue diterima keluarga, tapi tiba-tiba macam hubungan tue kena reject? Mesti sedih kan? Hurmmmmmm. kalau aku... Entah.. Mesti tak tahu nak buat macam mana.. Tak tahu macam mana nak terangkan pada insan yang terlibat. Bukan mudah nak sayangkan seseorang. Bukan senang nak serahkan hati pada seseorang kalau tak betul-betul. Unless orang tue gila hebat mengayat, ayat gila power sampai glasier pun boleh cair kan?&amp;nbsp; hahahahaha.. Tue rasanya kelebihan kaum adam kowt bab-bab mengayat nih. Adeh! Kalau aku diberi pilihan yang sangat susah nih, aku pun tak tahu. Sesiapa sahaja wajar diberi peluang untuk kenalkan diri diaorang pada family pasangan. Terima atau tak, kenalah prepare awal-awal. Tapi kalau aku.. Mungkin awal-awal aku akan angkat tangan daripada biarkan dia kecewa, sedih, sebab dah kena reject dengan family. Haish.. Mesti ada yang tanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Dah tue Naim, takkan nak kahwin kat Thailand pulak..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello guys.. Fikirlah panjang sebelum bertindak ok? Mesti ada hikmah kenapa parents kita ambil tindakan menghalang hubungan tue dari terus berlanjutan. Walau macammana sayang pun.. Walau macam mana cinta pun, parents tetap parents. Itulah pasangan insan yang hidupkan kita kat muka bumi nih. Kalau bukan sekarang jodoh kita dengan si dia yang kita sayang, mungkin 10 tahun 20 tahun akan datang? Siapa tahu? Faktor umur.. Ok.. Tapi masa yang akan menentukan semua tue. Pada awalnya mesti susah nak terima pasangan yang mungkin parents sangat berkenan. tapi, segala-galanya mengambil masa kan? Samada panjang atau pendek. Usaha yang perlu ada. Kecewa macam nak terjun bangunan pun ada kan?? hahahaha.. Tapi, nak buat macam man. Takkan kita nak hidup tanpa restu ibu bapa seumur hidup? Sanggup? Tapi, kadang kala, ibu bapa pun perlu bertemu dulu rasanya dengan orang yang anak dia sayang, kan? Aduhai.. Mereka lebih arif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku serahkan hidup matiku.. Jodoh pertemuanku di tanganNya..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4218537542619090057?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4218537542619090057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/campur-baur.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4218537542619090057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4218537542619090057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/campur-baur.html' title='Campur baur..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-106417489428792947</id><published>2010-11-09T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:27:57.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Separuh jiwaku pergi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;separuh jiwaku pergi&lt;br /&gt;memang indah semua&lt;br /&gt;tapi berakhir luka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;kau main hati&lt;br /&gt;dengan sadarmu&lt;br /&gt;kau tinggal aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;benar ku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak begini&lt;br /&gt;kau khianati hati ini&lt;br /&gt;kau curangi aku&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau bilang tak pernah bahagia&lt;br /&gt;selama dengan aku&lt;br /&gt;itu ucap bibirmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau dustakan semua&lt;br /&gt;yang kita bina&lt;br /&gt;kau hancurkan semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat reff [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benar ku mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mood sendiri..? hoh! Abaikan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-106417489428792947?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/106417489428792947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/separuh-jiwaku-pergi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/106417489428792947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/106417489428792947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/11/separuh-jiwaku-pergi.html' title='Separuh jiwaku pergi..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4016343778867552225</id><published>2010-10-29T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:17:32.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Impression.. Expression.. Depression..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo2rSet9iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bWxJRvMxuqU/s1600/jump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo2rSet9iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bWxJRvMxuqU/s320/jump.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the air.. Smiling.. Laughing.. Talking non stop.. I am very happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, I was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo5fvvGVLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I4D7jMHk99g/s1600/Tear_Drops_by_MewHaruki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo5fvvGVLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I4D7jMHk99g/s320/Tear_Drops_by_MewHaruki.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and.. it is a hurt feeling.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo7No8a1RI/AAAAAAAAANE/MmsR0I-SrCE/s1600/mess+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo7No8a1RI/AAAAAAAAANE/MmsR0I-SrCE/s320/mess+up.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still cannot manage it well..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I wish I was here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo7CaVuWTI/AAAAAAAAANA/ICMuzKnhPv8/s1600/black-water-falls-sean-cupp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo7CaVuWTI/AAAAAAAAANA/ICMuzKnhPv8/s320/black-water-falls-sean-cupp.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, this is the place that can calm me down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4016343778867552225?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4016343778867552225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/impression-expression-depression.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4016343778867552225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4016343778867552225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/impression-expression-depression.html' title='Impression.. Expression.. Depression..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMo2rSet9iI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bWxJRvMxuqU/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2350431408462196446</id><published>2010-10-28T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:19:58.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Sebelum dan Selepas...</title><content type='html'>Aku jumpa sesuatu kat blog &lt;a href="http://www.benashaari.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ben Ashaari.&lt;/a&gt; Very interesting and aku rasa best nak bagi kau orang baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bila si suami berjalan ... maka dilihat hadapan... dipimpin tangan anak  kesayangannya ..&lt;br /&gt;Dilihat depan ... Wah.. cantiknya....&lt;br /&gt;Dilihat  kiri... Wah .. seksinya..&lt;br /&gt;Dilihat kanan.. wah .. gebunya ..&lt;br /&gt;Dan  dilihat belakang ... haih... lambatnya dia berjalan ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nak baca sambungannya? &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bila%20si%20suami%20berjalan%20...%20maka%20dilihat%20hadapan...%20dipimpin%20tangan%20anak%20kesayangannya%20..%20dilihat%20depan%20...%20wah..%20cantiknya....%20dilihat%20kiri...%20wah%20..%20seksinya..%20dilihat%20kanan..%20wah%20..%20gebunya%20..%20dan%20dilihat%20belakang%20...%20haih...%20lambatnya%20dia%20berjalan%20../" style="color: blue;"&gt;Klik sini &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what I am afraid about, huhu~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2350431408462196446?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2350431408462196446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/sebelum-dan-selepas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2350431408462196446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2350431408462196446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/sebelum-dan-selepas.html' title='Sebelum dan Selepas...'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4517111683801068894</id><published>2010-10-27T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:06:39.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Missing puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is just like a board of puzzles. We need each piece to make the puzzle complete on board.Each puzzle represent everything in our life. In my life, each puzzle represent everybody around me. My parents, sisters, brother, relatives, friends.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMfxtHVqw2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/GeOq2igiknM/s1600/puzzle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMfxtHVqw2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/GeOq2igiknM/s320/puzzle1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm missing one puzzle, and I don't know where is my little puzzle now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMfxwqqK5BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mcpaEo910Lk/s1600/puzzle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMfxwqqK5BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mcpaEo910Lk/s320/puzzle2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can you please help me find a piece like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Puzzle, hurmmmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4517111683801068894?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4517111683801068894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-puzzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4517111683801068894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4517111683801068894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-puzzle.html' title='Missing puzzle'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TMfxtHVqw2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/GeOq2igiknM/s72-c/puzzle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7411113979978378136</id><published>2010-10-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:47:09.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Siapa PEREMPUAN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeng..Jeng..Jeng.. Aku reveal hal kaum aku sendiri ke?? hahahahaha~ baca la sendiri ye.. Kredit buat &lt;a href="http://www.seniaku.com/2010/09/30-perkara-perempuan-tak-sempat-bagitau_01.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Seniaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000131447161"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cik Mas Mona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapi, adalah sikit-sikit yang tak sama. Yelah.. Masing-masing berbeza cara berbeza keinginan kan? Ini penulisan suka-suka ok.. Nak yang asal, kauorang boleh pergi ke page &lt;a href="http://www.seniaku.com/2010/09/30-perkara-perempuan-tak-sempat-bagitau_01.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Seniaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang perempuan suka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bila sorang  wanita mengatakan dia sedang bersedih,tetapi dia tidak menitiskan  airmata,itu bermakna dia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sedang menangis di dalam hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tang nih aku setuju, ha.. Jangan main-main.. Makan dalam tahu.. =p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bila dia tidak  menghiraukan kamu selepas kamu menyakiti hatinya, lebih baik kamu beri  dia masa untuk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; menenangkan hatinya semula sebelum kamu menegur dengan  ucapan maaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, silent is better. Kang cakap lebih-lebih kang manalah tahu bertukar warna pulak lepas nih kan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ha.. Siapa yang susah?kan?kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wanita sukar nak cari benda yang dia benci  tentang orang yang paling dia sayang (sebab itu ramai wanita&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yang patah  hati bila hubungan itu putus di tengah jalan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ermmmm. Rite.. Bukan senang nak cari salah orang. Tapi, sebab indahnya waktu bercintalah sengsara&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bila dah kahwin. Hurmmm.. Susahnye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sekiranya sorang wanita jatuh cinta dengan  sorang lelaki, lelaki itu akan sentiasa ada di fikirannya walaupun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ketika dia sedang keluar dengan lelaki lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nih aku tak tahu.. Sebab, tak pernah try, hahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bila lelaki yang dia suka dan cinta  merenung tajam ke dalam matanya, dia akan cair seperti coklat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not really. Kalau aku, bila orang tengok lama-lama, aku dah mula fikir lain. Apehal dengan mamat nih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wanita memang sukakan pujian tetapi selalu  tidak tau macam mana nak menerima pujian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seisapapun sukakan complement kan? hurmmmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jika kamu tidak suka dengan gadis yang  sukakan kamu separuh mati,tolak cintanya dengan lembut,jangan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; berkasar  sebab ada satu semangat dalam diri wanita yang kamu tak akan tahu bila  dia dah buat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; keputusan,dia akan lakukan apa saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ha.. Tang nih kena hati-hati.. Nanti dia ugut ke.. Hantar surprise kat kauorang ke..??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sekiranya sorang gadis mula menjauhkan diri  darimu selepas kamu tolak cintanya,biarkan dia untuk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seketika.Sekiranya  kamu masih ingin menganggap dia sorang kawan,cubalah tegur dia  perlahan-lahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bagi aku, something that we can called it as history remain as history. Sebab, kadang-kadang akan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cetuskan balik cerita lama. Unless, you are strong enough la kowt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wanita suka meluahkan apa yang mereka  rasa.Muzik,puisi,lukisan dan tulisan adalah cara termudah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mereka  meluahkan isi hati mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tambah sikit lagi.. Pergi lepak dekat kawasan yang sunyi. Ada air terutamanya macam tasik, pantai, air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; terjun sambil makan coklat plus minum air yougurt, lalalalalalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Jangan sesekali beritahu perempuan yang  mereka ni lansung tak berguna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes.. Jahatnya kalau buat macam nih. Tak suka sekaipun.. Aduhai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bersikap terlalu serius boleh mematikan  mood wanita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We loved someone yang ada sense of humor.. But at the same time, matang dan boleh berfikir jauh..??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hurmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Bila pertama kali lelaki yang dicintainya  dalam diam memberikan respon positif,misalnya menghubunginya&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; melalui  telefon,si gadis akan bersikap acuh tak acuh seolah-olah tidak  berminat,tetapi sebaik saja&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ganggang diletakkan,dia akan menjerit  kesukaan dan tak sampai sepuluh minit,semua rakan-rakannya&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; akan tahu  berita tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ermmmmm.. Tak semua macam nih kowt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sekuntum senyuman memberi seribu erti  bagi wanita.Jadi jangan senyum sebarangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Jika kamu menyukai sorang wanita,cubalah  mulakan dengan persahabatan.Kemudian biarkan dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mengenalimu dengan  lebih mendalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jika sorang wanita memberi seribu satu  alasan setiap kali kamu ajak keluar,tinggalkan dia sebab dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; memang tak  berminat denganmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tetapi jika dalam masa yang sama dia  menghubungimu atau menunggu panggilan darimu,teruskan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; usahamu untuk  memikatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Jangan sesekali mengagak apa yang  dirasakannya.Tanya dia sendiri!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Selepas sorang gadis jatuh cinta,dia akan  sering tertanya-tanya kenapalah aku tak jumpa lelaki ini lebih&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; awal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Kalau kamu masih tercari-cari cara yang  paling romantik untuk memikat hati sorang gadis,cubalah rajin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rajinkan  tangan menyelak buku-buku cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hahahahahaha~ Aduhai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Bila setiap kali gambar kelas keluar,benda  pertama yang dicari oleh wanita ialah siapa yang berdiri di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sebelah  buah hatinya,kemudian barulah dirinya sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bekas teman lelaki akan sentiasa ada di  fikirannya tetapi lelaki yang dicintainya sekarang akan berada di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tempat  teristimewa iaitu di hatinya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Satu ucapan 'Hi' sahaja sudah cukup  menceriakan harinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Teman baiknya saja yang tahu apa yang  sedang dia rasa dan lalui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wanita paling benci lelaki yang  berbaik-baik dengan mereka semata-mata nak tackle kawan mereka&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yang&amp;nbsp;  paling cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cinta bermaksud kesetiaan, ambil berat,  jujur dan kebahagiaan tanpa sebarang kompromi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Semua wanita mahukan sorang lelaki yang  cintakan mereka sepenuh hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Senjata wanita adalah airmata!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Wanita suka jika sesekali orang yang  disayanginya mengadakan surprise buatnya(hadiah,bunga atau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sekadar kad  ucapan romantis).Mereka akan rasa terharu dan merasakan bahawa dirinya  dicintai setulus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hati.Dengan i! ni dia tak akan ragu-ragu terhadapmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bestnye kalau dapat. Tapi, simpanlah duit tue.. Lebih baik bagi bread maker ke.. Mixer ke.. Oven besar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ke.. Freezer besar ke.. Dapur besar ke.. hahahahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wanita mudah jatuh hati pada lelaki yang  ambil berat tentang mereka dan baik terhadapnya.So,kalau nak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; memikat  wanita pandai-pandailah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sebab tue kena buat baik berpada-pada, buat jahat jangan sekali.Kadang-kadang sesetengah pihak&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; salah faham hanya disebabkan oleh layan yang kita berikan. Bahaya kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sebenarnya mudah mengambil hati wanita  kerana apa yang dia mahu hanyalah perasaan dicintai dan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; disayangi  sepenuh jiwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Suka-suka.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-7411113979978378136?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7411113979978378136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/siapa-perempuan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7411113979978378136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7411113979978378136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/siapa-perempuan.html' title='Siapa PEREMPUAN?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6790292657308742192</id><published>2010-10-25T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:40:17.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Jaga pointer kalau nak kerja cepat-cepat, ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hurmmmm.. Dah masuk bulan ke tiga aku kat rumah. Dah berapa banyak interview ek aku pergi?Entah.. Banyak jugaklah.. The reality is, pointer memainkan peranan yang sangat penting dalam era ini. Resume kena lengkap (jangan jadi macam aku.. Resume pun.. Aduhai.. tQ awak..Sebab betulkan resume saya tue, hehehe~ ) Last week gerak ke kL sebab ada beberapa urusan yang aku kena settlekan dalam tempoh 3 hari. Salah satu daripadanya, attend interview untuk further study. Degree pun sudah, tinggal konvo je hujung November nih. So, aku decide untuk sambung. Aku apply part time. Tapi maybe tukar mode pada full time lah kowt kalau rezeki untuk aku sambung belajar tue ada tahun hadapan. Kauorang nak tahu tak,salah seorang yang in charge master interview untuk Knowledge Management course 21hb haritue, advisor&amp;nbsp; aku masa sibuk buat project paper dulu. Mak aih.. Dedar dada dibuatnya. Menangis-nangis kowt aku masa siapkan project paper tue dulu. Mahu taknya. Questionnaire kena reject berapa kali ek? Aku pun dah lupa. Yang aku ingat, any students yang bawah dia masa tue tersangatlah pressure. Tapi, syukurnya sebab cara dia tue banyak membantu sebenarnya. Ingat senang? terutamanya untuk budak selenga macam aku nih, hahahahaha~ thank you very much mam. Jauh lah pulak. Nak cerita sebenarnya.Masa interview tue kan.. Salah satu soalan yang diajukan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR Arpah:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I believed that you've send a lot of resumes and attend many interviews. In your opinion, why&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you didn't get any job until now? It was almost three months since you finished your internship,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Maybe because of my incomplete resume DR... (ngeee~ sengeh meleret time nih..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Puziah:&amp;nbsp; Excuse me.. Incomplete resume? How come? You have learned it in your Finishing school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; program right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes mam and I did exactly like what I've learned in the program.I start doing comparison my vc&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with my friend and found that i leak in certain part of my information. Some company called me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for details and I know that is my own mistake for not recheck it before send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil tengok aku, DR. Arpah dengan PM Puziah tengok aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. Arpah:&amp;nbsp; I think, the problem here is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YOUR POINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is good since you have an intention&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to further your study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapannya ialah... Junior-junor sekalian.. Sila &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AGA POINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anda kalau tak mahu menganggur lama-lama ok? Tak tahan tahu duduk rumah lama-lama, Adeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Harap-harap dapatlah sambung weh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6790292657308742192?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6790292657308742192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jaga-pointer-kalau-nak-kerja-cepat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6790292657308742192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6790292657308742192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jaga-pointer-kalau-nak-kerja-cepat.html' title='Jaga pointer kalau nak kerja cepat-cepat, ok?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5829874677471026082</id><published>2010-10-23T08:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:40:03.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Perhatian kepada LELAKI, take note kepada PEREMPUAN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pertama:- 'Ayahnya' - Apabila seseorang yang bergelar ayah tidak memperdulikan anak-anak perempuannya di dunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dia tidak memberikan segala keperluan agama seperti mengajar solat, mengaji dan sebagainya.Dia membiarkan anak-anak perempuannya tidak menutup aurat.. tidak cukup kalau dengan hanya memberi kemewahan dunia sahaja maka dia akan ditarik oleh anaknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Kedua:- 'Suaminya' -&amp;nbsp; Apabila seorang suami tidak memperdulikan tindak tanduk isterinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Bergaul bebas di pejabat,memperhiaskan diri bukan untuk suami tapi untuk pandangan kaum lelaki yang bukan mahram,apabila suami mendiamkan diri.. Walaupun dia seorang alim (solat tidak tangguh, puasa tidak tinggal)maka dia akan ditarik oleh isterinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ketiga:- 'Abang-abangnya' - Apabila ayahnya sudah tiada, tanggungjawab menjaga maruah wanita jatuh kepala abang-abangnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;jikalau mereka hanya mementing keluarganya sahaja dan adik perempuannya dibiar melencong dari ajaran ISLAM. Tunggulah tarikan adiknya di akhirat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Keempat:-' Anak Lelakinya' - Apabila seorang anak tidak menasihati seorang ibu perihal kelakuan yang haram dari Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;maka anak itu akan disoal dan dipertangungjawabkan diakhirat kelak.. Nantikan tarikan ibunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Maka kita lihat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;betapa hebatnya tarikan wanita bukan sahaja di dunia malah di akhirat pun tarikannya begitu hebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;...maka kaum lelaki yang bergelar ayah / suami / abang atau anak harus memainkan peranan mereka yang sebenar tidaksilap firman ALLAH S.W.T.:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;" Hai anak adam peliharakanlah diri kamu serta ahli kamu dari api neraka,di mana bahan pembakarnya ialah manusia dan batu-batu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hai wanita, kasihankan ayah anda, suami anda,abang-abang anda serta anak-anak lelaki anda..Kesiankanlah mereka dan juga diri kamu sendiri..jalankan perintah ALLAH S.W.T. dengan bersungguh-sungguh dan dengan penuh ikhlas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Akhir kata, marilah kita berdoa agar kita semua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;terselamat dari ditarik dan tertarik oleh mana-mana pihak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Harga seseorang muslim adalah sangat berharga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ALLAH S.W.T. nilaikan seseorang muslim dengan SYURGA.. semua kaum muslim masuk syurga..janganlah kita membuang atau tidak mengendah janji ALLAH S.W.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Semoga kita semua tergolong dari ahli syurga yang memasukinya tanpa hisab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;AMIN YARABBALALAMIN﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share lah.. Aku dapat nih pun dari Facebook. Owner tersebut mintak disebar-sebarkan.. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5829874677471026082?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5829874677471026082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/perhatian-kepada-lelaki-take-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5829874677471026082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5829874677471026082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/perhatian-kepada-lelaki-take-note.html' title='Perhatian kepada LELAKI, take note kepada PEREMPUAN..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7015786765851812476</id><published>2010-10-20T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:48:32.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Berharap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jangan berharap apa-apa pada aku sebab.. Aku dahpun meletakkan harapan pada yang lain. Sekian.&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/3973195595497051407-7015786765851812476?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7015786765851812476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/berharap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7015786765851812476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7015786765851812476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/berharap.html' title='Berharap?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-782199247861934987</id><published>2010-10-15T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:58:45.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Jangan sombong dengan makanan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Hari nih nak makan kari ayam.. esok nak makan ayam panggang.. Lusa nak makan asam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pedas ikan kembung.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hamboi.. Kemain.... Demand nampak? Nampak tak? Itu cuma contoh la. Hari-hari nak makan sedap. Rakyat Malaysia sangat mewah dengan makanan. Even anak yatim pun makan sekarang sangat best. Bukan apa, mak aku selalu pesan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jangan sombong dengan makanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Bukan apa, kita boleh yakin ke kesenangan yang kita peroleh sekarang akan berkekalan 20-30 tahun akan datang? Tak pasti kan? Jadi.. Jangan sombong dengan makanan. Kalau mak kau orang hidangkan cuma ikan masin je pun atas meja, syukur lah. Siapa suruh tak tolong mak kat dapur kan? Tau makan je pun nak keluarkan bunyi. Apa kes? Tapi, ikan masin pun aku rasa sedap jugak. Lawan pulak dengan sayur bayam tumis air, tambah sambal tumbuk ke.. Sambal koret ke? 1st class wa cakap sama lu..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Senang cakap, bersederhanalah walaupun dalam bab makan. Kalau berkemampuan, nak makan kat hotel pun apa salahnye.. Bawak anak-anak.. Nanti kalau tiba-tiba ada event ke.. Dinner ke.. Jadi jakun pulak. Senang cerita,janganlah memilih sangat bab makan. Kalau tak nak nampak bawang hiris, blend. Kalau tak suka biji asam jawe, asam jawe adabi kan ada. Nanti kalau dalam keadaan darurat, baru tahu. Mana makanan yang selama nih kita selalu dok cakap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. Apa nih? Aku tak pernah makan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sila hentikan lah tabiat tak elok tue. Kalau tak pernah makan, try la dulu, haiz.. Itupun nak ajar ke? Semua tue rezeki yang Allah bagi. Itulah uniknya Malaysia ada macam-macam bangsa, maka wujudlah macam-macam makanan dari pelbagai bangsa tue. Mana yang rasa tak lalu nak makan, diam-diam. Jangan banyak bunyi. Tue dah kira menyinggung orang, ok?&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/3973195595497051407-782199247861934987?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/782199247861934987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-sombong-dengan-makanan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/782199247861934987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/782199247861934987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jangan-sombong-dengan-makanan.html' title='Jangan sombong dengan makanan..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7940196721998244927</id><published>2010-10-14T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:49:32.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>bedtime story: mice with an elephant..?</title><content type='html'>I read my friend's blog. and I laugh like hell when he start his words.It remind me back in the bed time when I used to be my mun little girl. My mum will lay down beside three of her angels, and start her story telling. We never question anything except if we think the ending was sad and we will ask why.. You want to know more..? Just click the picture.. Thanks Mac for sharing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1641686802"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFq0n1GUsnI/AAAAAAAAALo/WMaEvDzW3Rw/s320/elephants01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1641686803"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;owh elly.. don't step on that little mice..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7940196721998244927?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7940196721998244927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-story-mice-with-elephant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7940196721998244927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7940196721998244927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-story-mice-with-elephant.html' title='bedtime story: mice with an elephant..?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFq0n1GUsnI/AAAAAAAAALo/WMaEvDzW3Rw/s72-c/elephants01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8780345066969816366</id><published>2010-10-09T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:24:47.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><title type='text'>Murtad sebab putus cinta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa nak cakap lagi. Nih spesies bodoh ke.. Bangang ke.. Aku tak tahu la.. Tak terima ke kada' dan kadar tuhan? Kenapa mesti murtad? Tak sedar ke?Dapat info nih dari seorang teman. Setinggi mana pun kita menuntut ilmu, tapi kalau iman di dada tak dimantapkan, iniah jadinya. Pengajaran buat semua ye. Cinta sesama manusia tak kekal lama. Seharusnya sebagai manusia kita harus sedar sedari awal lagi. &lt;a href="http://teratakburuk69.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/student-universiti-malaya-murtad/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Klik sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; untuk maklumat lanjut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apabila roh ditiupkan ke dalam rahim si ibu, 4 perkara telah ALLAH telah tetapkan untuk makhluknya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-8780345066969816366?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8780345066969816366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/murtad-sebab-putus-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8780345066969816366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8780345066969816366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/murtad-sebab-putus-cinta.html' title='Murtad sebab putus cinta?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8711855046927689119</id><published>2010-10-08T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:00:09.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Jobless..</title><content type='html'>What is the hardest thing to say? To face? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..How to explain to everybody that I loved how hard I am trying right now and how I am struggle towards it? How to make them understand? I t was almost 3 months now. I'm not kind of choosy and InsyaALLAH I'll take everything in front of me right now. What else I can do? I'm not trying to give reason but can you please.. At least understand and stop pushing me.. I'm working on it ok? I'm not just sitting in front of my lappy by doing nothing. Just.. Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8711855046927689119?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8711855046927689119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8711855046927689119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8711855046927689119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobless.html' title='Jobless..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-248527797653194082</id><published>2010-10-06T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:37:19.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agama'/><title type='text'>Al-Quran sebagai hantaran?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sedang membelek akaun Mukabuku (faceboo lor, hahaha~) &amp;nbsp;tadi, terperasan ada teman yang share link pasal hal nih.. Hurmmm.. Mari kita ambil input berkaitan hal ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Sayang, tengok nih. Cantiknya AlQuran nih. Warna keemasan. Sesuai untuk kita buat hantaran” pekik Jamilah kepada Nabil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Sini pun cantik juga. Warna unggu keemasan. Mana satu kita nak beli nih” balas Nabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mereka sedang asyik mencari bahan-bahan untuk dibuat hantaran. Tinggal satu lagi yang masih dicari-cari iaitu AlQuran yang bakal dijadikan hantaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Tapi, yang ni lagi best, ada terjemahan arab” keluh Jamilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Ala, awak bukan reti pun bahasa arab” jawab Nabil. Tergelak Jamilah. Berbahagia rasanya dapat calon suami seperti Nabil. Prihatin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Apa yang saudara cari tu. Nampak seronok saya lihat” tegur pakcik berbaju putih. Jaluran baju ke bawah menampakkan lagi seri wajah seorang pakcik dalam lingkungan 40-an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Oh, kami cari AlQuran. Nak buat hantaran. Maklumlah, nak bina masjid” sengih Nabil. Jamilah ikut senyum tidak jauh dari situ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Oh. Bagus lah. Adik selalu baca waktu bila?” pakcik menyoal sambil tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Aa.. aa.. lama dah saya tak baca, pakcik“ teragak-agak Nabil menjawab. Jamilah sudah di sebelah rak yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Kalau gitu, tak perlu lah beli AlQuran kalau sekadar hantaran. Kesian ALQuran. Itu bukan kitab hiasan, dik” tegur pakcik berhemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Alah, pakcik nih. Kacau daun pulak urusan orang muda. Kami beli ni nak baca la” tiba-tiba Jamilah muncul dengan selamba jawapannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Oh, baguslah. Kalau gitu beli lah tafsir ArRahman. Ada tafsiran lagi” cadang pakcik. Mukanya nampak seperti orang-orang ahli masjid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Ala, besar lah pakcik. Kami nak pilih nih. Kiut lagi” senyum Jamilah mengangkat bungkusan AlQuran warna unggu keemasan. Saiznya kecil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Jangan lupa baca ya” pakcik dengan selamba sambil meninggalkan pasangan tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Sibuk je la pakcik tu” Jamilah mengomel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nabil kelihatan serba salah. Mungkin ‘terpukul’ dengan kata-kata seorang pakcik yang muncul secara tiba-tiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hari yang dinantikan sudah tiba. Mereka sudah bersolek. Hari nan indah. Terlalu indah buat pasangan teruna dan dara yang bakal disatukan. Nabil dan Jamilah tidak sabar-sabar menantikan ucapan indah tersebut. Pak imam baru sahaja sampai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Assalamualaikum semua” ucapan salam Pak Imam bergema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nabil bagai hidup semula. Dirinya terkejut. Jantung bagai gugur serta merta. Mungkin tidak percaya apa yang dipandangnya dihadapan. Ahli-ahli keluarga berebut-rebut bersalaman dengan Pak Imam. Mukanya berseri-seri. Janggutnya putih. Jubah putih. Rambutnya ada yang berwarna putih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Inikah pengantin hari ini?” tegur selamba Ustaz Saad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Pak.. Ustaz.. kabar baik, pak... usta.. ustazz..” jawab Nabil mengigil. Jamilah juga terkebil-kebil melihat kelibat orang yang dikenali di kedai buku 2 bulan lalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Oh, sebelum tu, saya suka mendengar bacaan adik Nabil. Mudah-mudahan kita dapat mengambil manfaat dari bacaan pengantin” cadang Ustaz Saad. Kelihatan orang ramai mengiyakan. Maklumlah, ustaz Saad merupakan antara orang dikenali oleh ahli-ahli sebagai penceramah tetap setiap hari Khamis selepas maghrib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nabil menelan air liur. Baginya inilah saat paling menyeramkan bagi dirinya. Peluh membasahi baju melayu satin berwarna putih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Ss.. su.. surah apa ustaz?” Nabil cuba mengagahkan diri. Jamilah masih melihat dari tepi tirai. Memegang kepalanya. Seperti mengagak benda yang sebaliknya berlaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“Oh, ayat yang mudah ja. Baca 3 ayat Surah ArRa’d” kata ustaz Saad sambil menunjukkan baris giginya yang putih hasil bersugi setiap solat mengikut sunnah nabi. Surah Ar Rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Surah Ar Ra'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“ Apa benda nih ” detik hati Nabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“ Bismillahirrahmaani rrahim.. ALL..MAA.. RIII..!! ” berlagu Nabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Kelihatan gemuruh satu rumah pengantin perempuan. Ada yang keluar dari rumah menahan gelak. Ada yang mengeluarkan air mata menahan kelucuan. Ada yang menggeleng-geleng kepala. Ibu bapa Jamilah merah padam wajahnya. Jamilah entah ke mana, mungkin berpura-pura ke tandas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“ Baru ustaz tahu ada kalimah almari di dalam ALQuran. Adik Nabil, cara bacanya seperti begini : A ’ uzubillahiminnassya itaanirra jim.. Bismillahirrahmanir rahim.. ALIF.. LAMM.. MIMMM... RAA.. ” kedengar suara gemersik Ustaz Sa ’ ad. Orang ramai kelihatan ingin mendengar lebih banyak lagi alunan irama ALQurannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nabil berasa seperti kilat menyambar kepalanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“ Nabil, kamu jangan merendah-rendahkan kitab petunjuk iaitu AlQuran. Ianya hendaklah dibaca bukan sekadar dijadikan hantaran. Malah lebih malang perlakuan seperti ini seolah-olah menghina ALQuran. Beli ALQuran kemudian menaruh di tempat-tempat tinggi seolah-olah ianya sudah cukup bagi seorang muslim ” tazkirah sudah bermula. Orang ramai memang senang cara penyampaian ustaz Sa ’ ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;“ Tinggi mana pun kamu belajar, tiada gunanya kitab yang tidak berubah ini tidak mampu kamu baca. Kitab ini pasti begini rupanya, ayatnya tetap sama, kedudukannya tidak sama. Malah, ketahuilah Allah akan menjaganya sehingga hari kiamat. Nabil, kalau kamu tahu orang-orang yang mengaku kitab AlQuran sebagai kitab petunjuk kemudian diabaikan dia pasti dilaknat oleh AlQuran itu sendiri. Tetapi beruntungnya orang-orangnya memanfaatkan AlQuran setiap hari, membacanya, menghafalnya, mengamalkan menjadikan hati terlalu tenang walapun dia bukannya seorang yang tinggi pelajarannya, kaya hidupnya dan sebagainya.. ” penutup Ustaz Sa ’ ad sudah dikagumi orang terutama yang mengikuti ceramahnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Hari semakin cepat berlalu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Nabil sudah melalui hari-hari yang indah. Kitab ALQUran yang menjadi hantaran pertunangan sudah menjadi diari kehidupannya yang aktif setiap hari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Pit.. Pit! Jangan lupa datang rumah ustaz malam nih. Kita belajar sama-sama. Jangan lupa bawa isteri sekali ya Nabil. SMS dari ustaz Sa ’ ad tiba. Jamilah senyum disisi suaminya, Nabil. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;read dis.. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rasulullah (Sallallahu alaihi wasallam) said: 'When a man dies and his relatives are busy in funeral, there stands an extremely handsome man by his head. When the dead body is shrouded, that man gets in between the shroud and the chest of the deceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Rasulullah (Sallallahu alaihi wasallam) bersabda : 'Bila seseorang lelaki itu mati dan saudaranya sibuk dengan pengebumiannya, &amp;nbsp;berdiri lelaki yang betul-betul kacak di bahagian kepalanya. Bila mayatnya dikapan, lelaki itu berada di antara kain kapan dan si mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Selepas pengebumian, semua orang pulang ke rumah, 2 malaikat Mungkar dan Nakir, datang dalam kubur dan cuba memisahkan lelaki kacak ini supaya mereka boleh menyoal lelaki yang telah meninggal itu seorang diri mengenai ketaatannya kepada Allah. Tapi lelaki kacak itu berkata, Dia adalah temanku, dia adalah kawanku. Aku takkan meninggalkannya seorang diri walau apa pun. Jika kamu ditetapkan untuk menyoal, lakukanlah tugasmu. Aku tidak boleh meninggalkannya sehingga aku dapati dia dimasukkan ke dalam Syurga.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Thereafter he turns to his dead companion and says, 'I am the Qur'an, which you used to read, sometimes in a loud voice and sometimes in a low voice. Do not worry. After the interrogation of Munkar and Naker, you will have no grief.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Selepas itu dia berpaling pada temannya yang meninggal dan berkata,'Aku adalah Al-Quran, yang mana kamu membacanya, kadang-kadang dengan suara yang nyaring dan kadang-kadang dengan suara yang perlahan. Jangan bimbang. Selepas soal siasat dari Mungkar dan Nakir, kamu tidak akan bersedih.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;When the interrogation is over, the handsome man arranges for him from Al-Mala'ul A'laa (the angels in Heaven) silk bedding filled with musk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Selepas soal siasat selesai, lelaki kacak mengatur untuknya daripada Al-Mala'ul A'laa (malaikat dalam Syurga) tempat tidur dari sutera yang dipenuhi bauan kesturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Rasulullah (Sallallahu alaihi wasallam) said: 'On the Day of Judgement, before Allah, no other Intercessor will have a greater status than the Qur'an, neither a Prophet nor an angel.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Rasulullah (Sallallahu alaihi wasallam) bersabda :'Di hari pengadilan, di hadapan Allah, tiada syafaat yang lebih baik darjatnya daripada Quran, mahupun dari nabi atau malaikat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Link Facebook berkaitan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150281061550543&amp;amp;id=100000076433823"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Click sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jangan jadikan Quran hanya sebagai hiasan.. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-248527797653194082?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/248527797653194082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/al-quran-sebagai-hantaran.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/248527797653194082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/248527797653194082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/10/al-quran-sebagai-hantaran.html' title='Al-Quran sebagai hantaran?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1053764878744992013</id><published>2010-09-29T01:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:01:35.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jam kat lappy aku nih menunjukkan waktu 12.30am.. Pagi nanti, paling lewat pukul 11 aku dah kena gerak ke Shah Alam. Pendaftaran untuk master ada masalah. Ha.. Baguslah sangat! 1hb due date, esok baru nak uruskan? Hebat kan? Aku penat. Sungguh! Tapi.. Tak tahu kenapa.. Aku rasa sangat sebak. Tak tentu fasal! Aku benci perasaan nih. Satu masa dulu aku selalu rasa macam nih. Nih adalah permulaan yang sangat tak baik. Jadi ratu air mata lagilah lepas nih, hurmmmmmm.. Whats wrong Siti Nai'mah? Aku sendiri tak tahu apa yang tak kena sekarang. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak kebelakangan ini, hurmmmmm.. Aku happy. Sangat happy. Ketawa aku tak pernah kurang.Senyum aku tak pernah lekang. But, I feel that something missing. Apa ye.. Ya.. Aku bijak menyusun kata. tapi ada masa, semuanya kembali terarah pada aku semula. Sesuatu telah terjadi awal raya haritue dan sesungguhnya kejadian itu menyebabkan aku terjaga dari lena. Siapa aku sebenarnya. Aku rasa terhina, sedih yang maha hebat, jijik, kecewa, marah.Segala-galanya bercampur baur. Rasanya keputusan paling tepat ialah menamatkan segala-galanya. Apa sahaja yang mengaitkan aku pada kau menyebabkan aku makin sakit dan benci.Mungkin ini bukan medium yang terbaik untuk meluahkan apa yang terbuku, but.. Why not? Hanya segelintir yang kenal siapa aku. Sekurang-kurangnya, aku rasa sedikit lega. Apa yang terjadi? Biarlah tergantung persoalan tue di situ sahaja. Hipokrit? Mungkin. Moga jalan yang aku pilih kali ini adalah yang terbaik buat aku.Aku bukanlah yang terhebat. Aku bukanlah yang terbaik. Takkan berubah jika tidak bersebab. Sanggup melakukan perubahan untuk memperoleh yang terbaik.Aku tidak sempurna, aku tahu. Aku manusia biasa.Apa yang aku perlukan sekarang, hanya seseorang yang membimbing, bukan mengambil kesempatan. Banyak kurangnya aku, aku tahu. Tapi jangan ambil kesempatan. Bukan mudah nak cari mutiara di dasar laut yang tersembunyi di celah lumpur. Salah cari, tertipu dengan kilau kaca.Nai'mah...Teguhkan iman, tetapkan hati, letakkan tekad. Mendepani masalah dengan lapang dada. Tidak mendongak ke langit, tapi melihat rumput hijau di kaki. Yah! itu yang sepatutnya. Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayah.. Ibu.. doakan akhiran terbaik buat anakmu ini..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-1053764878744992013?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1053764878744992013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1053764878744992013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1053764878744992013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_29.html' title='......'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-955495803126226141</id><published>2010-09-22T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:43:32.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Smile.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days ago is such a miserable day for me.. Took a journey to Batu Pahat, and then when i'm going back to Muar, I'd prefer to stay few hours of my day at Tanjung Mas.The problem? Yah! Its only a little girl problem who sometimes cannot manage with it yet. I'm strictly hate with it. Upset with myself most of the time. And.. Yesterday.. After back from &amp;nbsp;Malacca ( with my Probitionary driving licence I got my first fine!) again I spend few hours at Tanjung Mas. HAhahahahaha~ Fine.. Finally I get one.. Its ok.. Everything will be ok and I deserved to be happy right now..Stop relying on people sayangku Nai'mah! This song.. I dedicate to everybody.. Everyone.. and you.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile by Uncle Kracker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Bose, Jeremy; Daly, Blair; Harding, J; Shafer, Matthew;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're better then the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooler than the flip side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of my pillow, that's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completely unaware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can compare to where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You send me, lets me know that it's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when you're gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow you come along just like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You steal away the rain, and just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause every time that I get around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Oh, you make me smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Oh, you make me smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TJlpBikjSTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5tP9py1Zg4U/s1600/unclekracker05-280x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TJlpBikjSTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5tP9py1Zg4U/s320/unclekracker05-280x336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Kracker.. hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its easy for me to be happy.. and.. It also easy for me to be sad.. May happiness will be always be mine..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3973195595497051407-955495803126226141?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/955495803126226141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/955495803126226141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/955495803126226141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile.html' title='Smile.. =)'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TJlpBikjSTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5tP9py1Zg4U/s72-c/unclekracker05-280x336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2008629928219006556</id><published>2010-08-31T06:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:44:19.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Machoisme: Terhakiskah kalau buat macam tue?</title><content type='html'>Ha.. Persoalan nih selalu aku debatkan dengan kawan-kawan lelaki. Tak puas hati nih! hahahaha~ Actually, merungkaikan persoalan yang bukan menjadi minat &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;gender seteru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;bukanlah satu perkara yang baik. So, kawan-kawan, jangan tiru aku, hokeh..? hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THwqFF-W0dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/neHEfp0BNh8/s1600/macho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THwqFF-W0dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/neHEfp0BNh8/s320/macho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mamat gagah perkasa nih sidai kain sambil kelek anak tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayat standard yang selalu mak aku sebut kat rumah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tak kira kamu nih lelaki ke perempuan ke.. Kerja-kerja rumah kamu kena jugak ambil tahu. Jangan ingat kamu lelaki kamu tak perlu memasak, sidai kain, apatah lagi basuh pinggan sendiri ye.. Sekurang- kurangnya bila dah kahwin nanti, tak semua kerja kamu suruh isteri kamu buat. Dia pun sama-sama cari rezeki tambah pendapatan, penat macam kamu jugak nanti...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wa salute sama statement ibu. Bukan apa.. Dan alhamdulillah, adik lelaki aku boleh diharap untuk mengambil alih tugas kakak-kakaknya bila mana kakak-kakaknya menyambung pelajaran. Ada kebenaran bukan? Status quo sebagai lelaki bukan bermakna menjadi tiket untuk lepas tangan je. Ada contoh yang menyebabkan aku kasihan pada wanita yang berstatus ibu nih. Terkontang-kanting kat dapur, anak merengek mintak disalin lampin, lagi dua orang berebutkan anak patung. Mana pergi ayah? kasihankan..? Tak patutlah macam tue. Even aku nih belum berkahwin, ibu selalu sebut, perkahwinan adalah sebuah perkongsian. Maksudnya, semua kena buat sama-sama. Jangan cakap..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;" Ah.. Tue kerja perempuan. Apa hal pulak aku nak kena buat..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Statement paling tak wajar keluar nih. Mana datangnya kau kalau bukan dari rahim lembut seorang wanita. Lelaki perkasa dan berdedikasi bukan lahir dari mesin, tapi rahim itulah dia membesar sebeum menjengah dunia. Perempuan itu juga yang pulang kerja bersama-sama sang suami, akhirnya bergegas ke dapur menyediakan minuman, melayan kerenah anak, melayan kerenah suami. Penat sama-sama, rehat pun harus sama-sama bukan..? Isteri bukan superwoman.. Berapa kuat sangatlah tenaga seorang perempuan..Kenapa tidak berdikari sedikit..? Buat air sendiri. Tak susah kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertolongan yang kecil pun boleh meringankan beban perempuan. Dah makan, basuhlah pinggan sendiri. jangan tinggalkan atas meja. Kalau dalam rumah ada 6 anggota keluarga, tiap seorang basuh pinggan sendiri, dah memudahkan kan? Pakaian kotor letak terus dalam bakul pakaian kotor, pun dah kira memudahkan. Bukannya susah? Tau pakai tahu kemas. Tahu makan, tahu basuh. Ibu itu bukan orang suruhan okeh..? Isteri itu bukan orang gaji okeh? Hargai wanita seadanya dia. Ada pulak yang tanya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"dah tue.. Perempuan buat apa..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makan pakai kamu bukan orang perempuan jaga ke? Zaman sekarang perempuan keluar bekerja. Kita tak boleh dan tak selayaknya menyamakan perempuan zaman sekarang dengan emak- emak nenek-nenek kita zaman dahulu yang mampu menjaga anak 10 orang seorang diri. Mereka dulu tak bekerja, tak perlu hantar anak ke sekolah.. Tak perlu meredah traffic jam hari-hari.. Tak perlu menghantar anak ke tuition saban malam.Perbandingan wajar dilakukan ke atas sesuatu yang wajar. Hilang ke macho lelaki bila sidai kain? Tak kan. Aku rasa, kalau laki aku macam tue, lagi aku sayang.. Hilangkah kehandsoman lelaki itu bila turun ke dapur? Taklah.. Nampak lagi maskulin apa.. Pernah dengar forum "semanis Kurma" tak? Aku tak ingat apa tajuk dia tapi content perbincangan dia ada berkaitan dengan ini semua. Tiap satu benda mesti ada 1st time nya. Tak pernah sidai kain akan jadi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERNAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sidai kain kalau nak mulakan. Tak pernah turun dapur akan jadi &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;PERNAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; turun dapur kalau nak mulakan.Tak pernah basuh pinggan akan jadi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERNAH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;basuh pinggan kalau nak. Pokok pangkalnya kehendak diri sendiri. Anak-anak perlu dilatih sedari kecil supaya lebih berdikari, bukan bergantung segala-galanya pada umminya atau abuyanya. Kalau tak dipecahkan sagu, manakan dapat ruyungnya, melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya. Ini dah jadi buluh baru nak lentur, patahlah. Kalau ayah pernah turun dapur, anak-anak lelaki pasti akan ikut. Tapi kalau perempuan tak buat, sekeh je kepala dia.. hahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Role model terbaik datang dari kedua ibu bapanya.. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3973195595497051407-2008629928219006556?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2008629928219006556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/machoisme-terhakiskah-kalau-buat-macam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2008629928219006556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2008629928219006556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/machoisme-terhakiskah-kalau-buat-macam.html' title='Machoisme: Terhakiskah kalau buat macam tue?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THwqFF-W0dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/neHEfp0BNh8/s72-c/macho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5058734967224403126</id><published>2010-08-28T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:45:34.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki perempuan'/><title type='text'>Antara DIA dan DIA.. Kenapa harus ada DIA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Apa yang akan kau orang lakukan bila ada 2 pilihan terbaik depan mata sekarang..? Tak kisah la.. Barang ke.. Rumah ke (bukan barang juga ke..?? hahaha~), orang ke..(boleh pulak ek..?? haha~) Kalau aku dalam situasi macam tue, kalau barang terlebih duit aku beli dua-dua. Kalau orang... &amp;nbsp;erk~ Hopefully aku tak susah memilih bila masanya tiba. susah bai.. Proses untuk mengenal tue mudah.. Proses nak memilih. Aku rasa nak buat election la.. buat kertas mengundi,pastue suruh adik-adik, mak bapak aku pangkah sape yang diaorang suka, wakakakaka~ Giler ah idea nih. But, why not..?? Itu baru dua.. Macam mana kalau tiba-tiba antara dua, muncul ketiga, keempat, dan kelima. Semua ada kriteria tertentu yang kita suka?? Ayat.. Macam aku nih famous sangat lah pulak.. Perasan, kah3!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-Istikharah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yah! Itu perlu. walau cuma ada satu depan mata.. Pertolongan dari yang Maha SATU, Maha ESA itu penting dalam membuat perhitungan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ah.. Tapi semua tue masih awal, selagi aku masih tak dapat nak merubah diri sendiri. Terima sebab simpati antara keduanya? Atau terima sebab paksa rela? atau.. Terima sebab masa tue aku dah tak laku, takde yang nak..? Nauzubillah! Mohon dijauhkan. Yang baik-baik sajalah. Hidup harmoni selama nih, tapi sebab salah percaturan kemudian hari, akhirnya aku tersungkur dalam gaung. Hoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5058734967224403126?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5058734967224403126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/anata-dia-dan-dia-kenapa-muncul-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5058734967224403126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5058734967224403126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/anata-dia-dan-dia-kenapa-muncul-dia.html' title='Antara DIA dan DIA.. Kenapa harus ada DIA?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7209541518884557064</id><published>2010-08-26T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:02:41.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>To: The one whom I called Doremon.. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I miss someone.. It was almost 6 months I didn't meet him. Hoh! And I think, you are right about that thing. You know what I mean. I still saved your&amp;nbsp;message about Kristin Kreuk, hahahahaha~ The message sounds a little bit serious from you , but its ok for me.Sorry for the zillion times. I know you are reading my blog.Happy celebrating&amp;nbsp;Ramadan&amp;nbsp;Al-Mubarak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7209541518884557064?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7209541518884557064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-one-whom-i-called-doremon-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7209541518884557064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7209541518884557064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-one-whom-i-called-doremon-d.html' title='To: The one whom I called Doremon.. =D'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4857733767191773432</id><published>2010-08-25T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:47:21.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Kenapa guru?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari nih tak dapat nak buat kuih sebanyak sebelum nih. Nak arrange new&amp;nbsp;appointment untuk fisioterapi. Dah 3 tahun tak buat, fuh! makin teruk pulak rasanya.Sabar ye Miss Nai'mah. Tiap dugaan yang ALLAH bagi ada sebab musababnya dan hanya DIA yang tahu kenapa semuanya datang pada kau. REDHA! Dulu masa kat UiTM sempat pergi HTAR untuk fisio, rasanya tak sampai sepuluh kali kowt. Tak larat. Miss banyak sangat kelas. Follow up untuk asthma lagi.. ENT lagi.. Fisio lagi.. Kulit lagi? So.. Terpaksalah korbankan mana yang tak mendatangkan musibah yang teruk compare dengan asthma, yang sudah semestinya mesti ada bekalan ubat tiap waktu. Belum ada kerja nih, kesempatan terbaik untuk sambung sekejap mana yang terpaksa dikorbankan dulu. ENT dengan asthma dah settle. Kulit? Urmmm.. Malasnya.... Fisio..? Kena buat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahaha~ aku dok merapu. Tajuk.. "kenapa cikgu..?" Ok lah.. Macam nih ceritanya. Sorang member yang dah jadi cikgu nih post sesuatu pada wall Facebook aku. Tak boleh blah, hahahaha~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Mah.. Kenapa kau nak cikgu..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Senang.. Kalau laki aku cikgu, cuti dia banyak, kah3!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"kau nih sebijik mak aku, aduhai.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Standard lah.. Mak aku sendiri kan cikgu, hahahahaha~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha~ Macam tu je ceritanya. Kalau lah dapat, best2! Dulu apply cikgu tak dapat. Kandas sampai MEDSI je. Tak dapat nak masuk interview. &amp;nbsp;Ada juga yang cakap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Kau nih choosy sangat kowt Naim.. Sebab tue takde yang nak.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Kau nak macam mana lagi.. Ok la kowt budak tue.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hamboi mulut, hahahaha~ Tak salah memilih kan? Untuk tempoh jangka panjang. Kena ambil kira dengan keadaan diri sendiri juga.Mesti semuanya nak cari yang sihat bukan..? So.. Realitinya.. Aku dah terima sejak awal lagi. Cuma biasalah, Nai'mah nih kadang-kadang menggedik jugak, hehe~ Tak banyak kriteria yang aku nak. Tiada sesiapa yang perfect kat muka bumi nih. Aku tahu tue. Tapi sebagai wanita muslim, perkara paling wajib bagi aku dia boleh menjadi khalifah terbaik dalam rumah. Mengimami solat, sudah semestinya. Ajar anak-anak mengaji. Ha.. Pandai masak. Hehehe~Try tanya ayah.. Semua dia tahu masak. Tak sabar nak tunggu munjong.. Satu adat jawa. Hantar makanan ke rumah saudara-mara. Sambal kacang ayah.. Best!Banyak kriteria aku tengok ada pada ayah, rasanya macam semua aku nak ada pada bakal suami, hehe~ Because, he is the perfect man I have ever know. Nobody can replace his place in my life. Susah kan..? Dia sendiri ringan tulang. Buat kerja lebih advance dari perempuan. 1st class beb bapak aku nih! Tak susah pun. Ayah tak pernah berkira dengan apa yang ibu masak. Dia makan je. Cuma, kadang-kadang kalau dia balik dari pasar bawak balik barang basah, ibu mesti cakap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Ayah awak nak makan mee kari la tue.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahahaha~ Puasa tahun nih nak dekat seminggu kami makan mee kari sebab ayah suka sangat mee kari. Dia beli bahan, kami dah kena faham.Owh.. Ayah pun tenaga pengajar jugak, hehe~ So, environment aku penuh dengan cikgu-cikgu. Opps.. Hampir tertinggal.. No cigar please.. hahahahahahahahahaha~ Makin pendek lah umur kalau dalam rumah atau sekitar aku ada yang makan asap nih.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master.. My next aim.. Should continue it before 2012.. Have to!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-4857733767191773432?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4857733767191773432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/kenapa-guru.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4857733767191773432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4857733767191773432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/kenapa-guru.html' title='Kenapa guru?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6404134256455990747</id><published>2010-08-22T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:48:10.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Apa korang buat sepanjang bulan puase..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha~ aku..? kerja 7 hari seminggu sepanjang bulan puase. Ok la.. Ok la.. I admit that I didn't get any&amp;nbsp;permanent since the day I finished my internship. A month, and I still didn't get any call after attending few interviews. Relax Nai'mah.Its only a month. Try harder. Send more resume, hoho~ Tenshion balik kampung orang tanya pasal kerja. Relaks la mak cik.. Relaks la pak cik.. Saya kerja apa.. Saya jual kuih tau.. Jual kek. Ada ijazah tak bermakna aku tak boleh buat semua nih, betul tak..? TQ ayah ibu sebab paksa anak-anak dara dia nih masuk dapur dari kecil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my parent, especially to my mum who give full support from the very beginning. Suntikan modal pun dia yang bagi. Alhamdulillah.. Aku buat apa..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEv1Coj5bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dUGVpxTlSBc/s1600/100_4520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEv1Coj5bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dUGVpxTlSBc/s320/100_4520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kek coklat kat atas nih sebuku RM18.00.. Kosong tade coklat, RM15.00. Start jual dari sebelum puase lagi. err.. Huduh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEv_QfU4mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/f6DCdoV49zQ/s1600/100_4531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEv_QfU4mI/AAAAAAAAAMA/f6DCdoV49zQ/s320/100_4531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiga singget.. Tiga singget!!!Talam keladi, talam berlauk, talam kacang merah, pulut serunding, dengan onde-onde a.k.a buah melaka. &amp;nbsp;Nih dok anta kat Mak cik Dah depan Taman Bakri Jaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEwJsPYjkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uj-wUREnUTQ/s1600/100_4538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEwJsPYjkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Uj-wUREnUTQ/s320/100_4538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nilah Highland Tower aku, hahaha~ Akhirnya akan dihantar oleh pak supir Syahmi, hahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas lah sikit sebanyak apa-apa yang perlukan bayaran. Terima kasih ibu.. Terima kasih ayah.. Terima kasih &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Syahmi. So, korang, apa aktiviti sepanjang puase nih..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss my student title. I miss UiTM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3973195595497051407-6404134256455990747?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6404134256455990747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-korang-buat-sepanjang-bulan-puase.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6404134256455990747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6404134256455990747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-korang-buat-sepanjang-bulan-puase.html' title='Apa korang buat sepanjang bulan puase..?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/THEv1Coj5bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dUGVpxTlSBc/s72-c/100_4520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-832657690099939081</id><published>2010-08-05T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:48:59.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>bedtime story: mice with an elephant..?</title><content type='html'>I read my friend's blog. and I laugh like hell when he start his words.It remind me back in the bed time when I used to be my mun little girl. My mum will lay down beside three of her angels, and start her story telling. We never question anything except if we think the ending was sad and we will ask why.. You want to know more..? Just click the picture.. Thanks Mac for sharing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://withsomeuglytruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFq0n1GUsnI/AAAAAAAAALo/WMaEvDzW3Rw/s320/elephants01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;owh elly.. don't step on that little mice..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-832657690099939081?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/832657690099939081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/bedtime-story-mice-with-elephant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/832657690099939081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/832657690099939081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/bedtime-story-mice-with-elephant.html' title='bedtime story: mice with an elephant..?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFq0n1GUsnI/AAAAAAAAALo/WMaEvDzW3Rw/s72-c/elephants01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1245399372566422388</id><published>2010-08-03T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:49:57.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Whos that girl..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFd5E3Y4huI/AAAAAAAAALg/C90a9t5MBuw/s1600/angie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFd5E3Y4huI/AAAAAAAAALg/C90a9t5MBuw/s320/angie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.. Do you know who is she..?? &amp;nbsp;He got the talent and he is a friend of mine. Interested..? You may want to look at this.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=100000716311377&amp;amp;aid=184&amp;amp;s=0&amp;amp;hash=30128f268f8e1fad8c6c10f99bb6fd76"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-1245399372566422388?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1245399372566422388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-that-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1245399372566422388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1245399372566422388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-that-girl.html' title='Whos that girl..?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFd5E3Y4huI/AAAAAAAAALg/C90a9t5MBuw/s72-c/angie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-188869866384902189</id><published>2010-07-31T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:51:00.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resepi'/><title type='text'>Geledah blog bersama... MAWAR.... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benashaari.com/2010/07/geledah-dapur-ramadhan-bersama.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFQovL8mhTI/AAAAAAAAALA/4z0MO0C9gtU/s320/DAPUR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Segannya. Semua resepi hebat-hebat. Tapi takpelah. Ini juadah wajib ada atas meja tak kira masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramadhan antara bulan yang paling seronok buat kami sekeluarga, tambah-tambah lagi bila semua dapat berkumpul. Apa yang penting ada dalam setiap hidangan adalah SAMBAL.Sambal yang aku nak share nih bukan calang-calang sambal. Tak kena gaya boleh pahit. Resepi turun-temurun dari nenek belah ayah ; pure jawa punya. Banyak berguru dengan nenek kalau bab masakan jawa.Nenek panggil sambal nih &amp;nbsp;SAMBAL KORET. Tak tahu kenapa. maybe sebab sambal nih kena korek dari lesung batu kowt, hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BAHAN-BAHAN;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFQwgqs4OwI/AAAAAAAAALY/4RnNVfnbClM/s1600/100_4488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFQwgqs4OwI/AAAAAAAAALY/4RnNVfnbClM/s320/100_4488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 cawan &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cili kering*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 cawan &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ikan bilis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3-4 biji &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bawang merah (belah dua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Minyak masak untuk menggoreng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Garam (aku tak letak garam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Perasa ( mengikut keperluan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Cili kering perlu dipotong terlebih dahulu, buang lebihan biji dan dikeringkan bawah terik matahari seharian. Ikan bilis dibasuh dan dikeringkan bawah terik matahari seharian. Kedua-duanya perlu dipastikan kering.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARA-CARA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panaskan minyak menggunakan api yang perlahan.Goreng ikan bilis, angkat, dan toskan di atas towel paper. Pastikan tidak hangit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menggunakan minyak yang sama, goreng pula cili kering. kali ini gunakan api yang paling perlahan. Balik-balikkan dan angkat. Gunakan towel paper untuk menyerap lebihan minyak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goreng bawang sehingga setiap lapisannya terbuka. Angkat dan toskan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tumbuk cili kering sehingga hancur, masukkan bawang dan perasa. Akhir sekali, masukkan ikan bilis. Kalau nak sedap, ikan bilis tue tak perlu teralu hancur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedap dimakan bersama nasi panas berlaukkan sayur masak air. Adik suka masukkan sambal nih dalam lempeng, kemudian gulung.Selamat mencuba! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-188869866384902189?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/188869866384902189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/geledah-blog-bersama-mawar-d.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/188869866384902189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/188869866384902189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/geledah-blog-bersama-mawar-d.html' title='Geledah blog bersama... MAWAR.... =D'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFQovL8mhTI/AAAAAAAAALA/4z0MO0C9gtU/s72-c/DAPUR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5386275544165502128</id><published>2010-07-29T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:53:01.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy 25th Anniversary Ayah.. Ibu... I LOVE U.. Muah2!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my parent's Anniversary. Wawawawa~ And today.. My mom request Lontong as our family lunch. No worries mummy. Siap sudah. Imah dah makan pun, hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFEXi-8twiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GnmHg3UGRas/s1600/100_4479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFEXi-8twiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GnmHg3UGRas/s320/100_4479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAdaaaAAAA~ Inilah hasilnya. Sebab suka tempe, aku letak tempe lebih sikit. Sayang lagi dua orang adik takde kat sini, huhuhu~ Tempe tue aku belah dua, potong serong-serong besar jari kelengkeng, goreng, baru masuk dalam kuah lodeh nih. Tauhu pun sama. Tujuannya, nak elak dua bahan yang lembut nih hancur dalam kuah bila dikacau.Gurp! Alhamdulillah... To Mr. Ali Arashid and Mrs. Rasilah Abdul Manaf, thanks for lighting our lives. You are my everything. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM.. I LOVE YOU DAD!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5386275544165502128?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5386275544165502128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-25th-anniversary-ayah-ibu-i-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5386275544165502128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5386275544165502128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-25th-anniversary-ayah-ibu-i-love.html' title='Happy 25th Anniversary Ayah.. Ibu... I LOVE U.. Muah2!!'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TFEXi-8twiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GnmHg3UGRas/s72-c/100_4479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4194495485488672173</id><published>2010-07-25T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:54:19.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Bread and Pastry Class, July 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsGwXYtjjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jP4X7HEYvTc/s1600/100_4431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsGwXYtjjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jP4X7HEYvTc/s320/100_4431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see that..?? can you see that..?? hahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is what i have done with my sister today at GIATMARA Ledang district. We joined Bread and Pasta class for the whole day. I'm happy with it. Love it.. yeah! Lets picture tell the story &amp;nbsp;kay! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsDGHUJTqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4cyNvdncz2w/s1600/100_4402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsDGHUJTqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4cyNvdncz2w/s320/100_4402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st session. making croissant. Put the pastry margerine on the top of the dough, lipat, roll balik.. lipat.. roll balik.. You can built your own muscle when you do it everyday buddy, I tell you.. Penambah perisanya? Peluh aku.. kah3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsDRDWDVOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZRNSfcqMpRg/s1600/100_4403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsDRDWDVOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZRNSfcqMpRg/s320/100_4403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak larat dah nak roll. Anis ganti. Adik aku nombor 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsEDbX2hbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NRIDz0EmbWU/s1600/100_4412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsEDbX2hbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NRIDz0EmbWU/s320/100_4412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baked croissant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsGCe5jB-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Vl9uaJLRaA/s1600/100_4430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsGCe5jB-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Vl9uaJLRaA/s320/100_4430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese loaf.. Later tak payah dah nak beli roti. Tukar filling je..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsFXO9j6yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoIzrNRcC-s/s1600/100_4427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsFXO9j6yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoIzrNRcC-s/s320/100_4427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorate. Even benda basic je, tapi seronok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsQ3Pmz_AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3CxGT_ajYyg/s1600/100_4410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsQ3Pmz_AI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3CxGT_ajYyg/s320/100_4410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besar tak..?? hahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doughnut yang kami buat paling besar dalam kelas tue. Orang lain boleh dapat 20-25 biji, agak-agak kauorang, kami dapat berapa biji..?? hahahaa~ teka.. Teka cepat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haiz.. Lambat la.. 16 biji, hahahaha~ masa goreng, 6 biji je lepas sekali goreng, even orang lain boleh muat sampai 8 biji. Besar tak..? ha.. Puas makan. Cepat siap. Cepat makan. Cepat kemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lepas nih nak cari pastry class lagi. Enjoy this class. Cooking is my passion!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4194495485488672173?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4194495485488672173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/bread-and-pastry-class-july-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4194495485488672173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4194495485488672173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/bread-and-pastry-class-july-24-2010.html' title='Bread and Pastry Class, July 24, 2010'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TEsGwXYtjjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jP4X7HEYvTc/s72-c/100_4431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6836927442297115417</id><published>2010-07-14T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:55:37.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Hari ini 14 Julai, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah masuk 2 minggu duduk rumah. Bosannya, nauzubillah! Macam biasa, hari-hari masak. Hari nih try bake &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Banana shortbread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tapi, maaf lah ye, semuanya dah selamat hadam dalam perut, hahaha~ &amp;nbsp;Lebih kurang macam nih la rutinnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.00 pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bangun. Sembahyang subuh. Buat sarapan. Sambung tido... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.45 pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada pulak orang call pagi-pagi nih. Tiba-tiba ibu masuk bilik. Tak dapat nak sambung tidur, mata dah&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;segar. Basuh baju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.30pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jadi ular sawa gemuk atas katil. Tergolek-golek. Call Safara tanya dia free ke tak. Nak pergi&amp;nbsp;Kastam Muar, ntah manalah bangunannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.30pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alamak! kain dalam mesin basuh belum spin, hehehe~ tak senonoh perangai anak dara. Cepat-cepat&amp;nbsp;bangun pergi spin baju. Tiba-tiba rasa macam nak try resepi baru pulak. Ah! bangunlah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10.00pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Settle sidai baju semua. Main kejar-kejar dengan biawak kat belakang rumah. Tak boleh pakai&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;punya&amp;nbsp;biawak. Teresak-esak, tersedu-sedu ayam cikgu Maria kat belakang rumah menangis&amp;nbsp;sebab kena&amp;nbsp;sergah biawak. hahahahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10.30pg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drive kereta pergi Parit Tengah. Cari pisang embun takde, pisang emas pun jadilah. Barang-barang yang dibeli ialah susu segar, gula perang, dengan pisang emas. Adalah dalam 2 sisir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11.00pg &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Start projek buat Banana shortbread. Santan dah keluarkan awal-awal. Santan nih, untuk lauk&amp;nbsp;tengahari punya projek. Nak resepi sedap-sedap? You may &lt;a href="http://tiffinbiru.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11.30pg &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adunan masuk dalam oven. Suhu 180c biar dalam oven dalam 50 minit. Start siang pucuk ubi.celur, hiris-hiris. Nak buat apa? Pucuk ubi masak lemak sudah.. Ikan kembung masak tauchoo&amp;nbsp;dengan sambal koret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12.40 tghri &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Siap masak semua. Sejukkan kek. Sesi kemas rumah pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.30ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eh.. Aku tak mandi agi eh..?? hahaha~ Mandi. Siap-siap. Hidang makanan atas meja. Tunggu ibu&amp;nbsp;balik. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.00ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gerak ke rumah Safara. Bagi Saf kek 1/4 then terus ke bangunan depan bangunan Kastam.Konon-konon nak tukar&amp;nbsp;duit pada Dollar Singapore. Habis pulak. Kena datang esok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.30ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cari kasut Safara. Esok dia dah balik Indon. Hei.. Takde lagi la tempat aku nak menggedik,&amp;nbsp;haha~ sowie Saf. Aku kan memang macam nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.00ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perasan handphone tok nombor Celcom dah hiang. Patah balik ke bandar. Cari. Mana nak dapat&amp;nbsp;bai. Mesti la lesap. Jamn otak kejap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.30ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drop Safara. Otak masih blur. Tak tahu nak buat apa. Terus balik rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.40ptg &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba rumah. Bagitahu ibu. Post dekat Facebook. Haiz.. Takde duit nak reload nombor Maxis.Cas, masih biarkan off lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang.. Aku masih blur. Sayang bangat nombor tu, hurmmmmmmm~ Esoklah pergi Celcom center. Nak jugak nombor tue. Nak jugak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;012-7621079. Maxis number. If have any, don't be hesitate to make a call or text me ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6836927442297115417?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6836927442297115417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/hari-ini-14-julai-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6836927442297115417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6836927442297115417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/hari-ini-14-julai-2010.html' title='Hari ini 14 Julai, 2010'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8055885796522633295</id><published>2010-07-10T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:56:29.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Everything has been settled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lega! Segalanya dah selesai. Hantar report praktikal, pergi MAHB untuk cop pengesahan buku log, ambil salinan sijil STPM dekat MPM. Kelegaan yang tak terhingga. Apa yang belum selesai lagi, salinan laporan untuk MAHB. Hurmmmmm.. Bakalnya, pos lajulah tue. Nak ke sana, ongkosnya bai.. Aku tengah kekeringan nih. Tapi, report tu merisaukan la.. Hurmmmmmm.. Tawakal sahajalah. Aku hanya berserah. Harap-harap tiada halangan gara-gara subjek yang satu nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you very much buat Nurul Safara sebab sudi angkut aku ke Sepang, Shah Alam... Ala.. Senang kata, everywhere yang aku terpaksa pergi lah.. Since dia yang drive.. Aku tolong drive pun, time balik je. Kasihan dia. Macam mana perjalanan kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikut perancangan awal, kami akan bergerak dari Muar sekitar jam 7 pagi, 7 Julai hari tue. Tapi, disebabkan masalah aku tak selesai lagi, maka kami bergerak jam 9 pagi. Sepanjang perjalan, aku cuba menyiapkan report. Apa lagi, bukak lah lappy tue. Safara pulak selain drive, tak pasal-pasal dia jadi cikgu grammar aku, hahahaha~ Pening kepala dia nak memahamkan apa yang aku cakap. Ayat putar alam, hahahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First destination; for sure MAHB. Aku belikan mee siput untuk Encik Hazizi dengan Ustaz. Mana nak dapat mee siput dekat tempat lain kan.. Nak masak.. hoho~ kek coklat kukus kurang manis. tue jelah.. Baki makan tengahari, aku dah pulun dengan Safara. Cuma sempat buat asam pedas ikan kembung dengan telur dadar. Sorry ye Saf. Kesian kau, huhu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selesai segala urusan di MAHB, kami bergerak ke Shah Alam, lepak dekat MacDonald seksyen 2 sebab nak siapkan report. Sekali lagi Safara geleng kepala bila aku strat bacakan sentences untuk report aku, hahahaha~ last-last dia terpaksa duduk sebelah, betulkan apa yang patut. Unfortunately, ada lagi yang belum selesai. Maaf sangat-sangat to Norazura Aziz sebab aku tak dapat emailkan apa yang beliau perlukan. Network connection, tuhan sahajalah yang tahu betapa dahsyatnya keadaan dia. Sabar jelah. Esek-esek dc.. Esek-esek dc.. Settle report, terus hantar untuk dibuat hardcover. Ingatkan nak lepak kejap sampai hari Jumaat, sebab report tue boleh siap hari Jumaat, tapi.. Ada urusan lain yang menanti. Hana Munshirah, Siti Rahayu, dan Ain, terima kasih atas bantuan kalian, huhu~ Ingatkan boleh la balik terus. Dah tiada duit langsung. Habis terus. Dah la lupa nak bawa ATM card. Dahsyat. Terpaksa berhutang dengan rakan-rakan. Hurmmm.. Sangat careless.. Kalau prepare awal-awal, benda nih mesti tak jadi macam nih. Safara ajak juga ambil salinan sijil STPM dekat MPM (Majlis Peperiksaan Malaysia) even sebenarnya aku waktu tu dah give up sebab kekeringan. Duit makan dengan tol je yang cukup. Nak ambil sijil tu kena bayar RM50.00. Mana nak cari duit? Solution.. Safara offer hutang duit dia dulu. Ok lah.. Tapi aku kena bayar hutang - hutang berkaitan no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dah decide macam tue, maka segala perancangan berubah on the spot. Sempat mid night movie. Bukan duit aku ye.. Beliau, adeh! Tapi cerita tak boleh blah. Sakit perut. Title dia She is my League kalau tak silap lah, hehe~ Tak peduli dah. Start iklan je pun aku dah&amp;nbsp;gelak. Movie habis jam 1.15 pagi. Ronda-ronda sampi&amp;nbsp;jam 4.30 pagi. Berjalanlah kami satu KL, sampai bangsar, Putrajaya, mana-mana ntah.. Kepenatan, bukak GPS, cari direction ke Batu Caves. Tak larat dah. Nak tidur kat rumah saudra mara dah lewat sangat. So, kami park kereta dekat petronas area Batu Caves, tidur dalam kereta, hehehehehe~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejuk!!!!!! tue first reaction aku bila makin pagi. Pakai sweater si Saf, dia pulak dah jadi udang, mengkrekot. Kasihan dia. 7.00 pagi, bangun.. selimutkan Saf dengan sweater dia (hahaha~ aku pakai macam sweater sendiri..), dok termenung jelah. Hari dah makin siang, orang dah mula ada dekat Petronas tue. Segan pulak nak bangun. Dalam jam 8.30 pagi, kami mula bergerak cari MPM. Lokasi dia dekat Bandar Baru Selayang, Batu Caves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kali nih, bukak lappy, cari dekat Google map. Tersesat je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bak kata Safara, " inilah jadinya bila perempuan pegang map..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahaha~ Cari punya cari punya cari.. Akhirnya jumpa jugak lepas entah berapa kali buat u-turn. Sementelahan aku menyelesaikan urusan di MPM, peneman setia nih tidur dalam kereta. Bila dah selesai sekitar jam 10.00 pagi, teka apa Safara buat..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAE4gl_fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nIOo360kW5E/s1600/100_4316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAE4gl_fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nIOo360kW5E/s320/100_4316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng.. Jeng.. Jeng... Kau agak-agak dia tengah buat apa..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAWdLfmMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2RFiz7mcdfw/s1600/100_4317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAWdLfmMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2RFiz7mcdfw/s320/100_4317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiba-tiba gadis ini menjadi pemalu, kah3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAolLj6OI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vy0eI63X8n4/s1600/100_4318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAolLj6OI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vy0eI63X8n4/s320/100_4318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye MPM, penat cari kau..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burung pungguk atas dahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terbang tinggi hilang di awan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terima kasih duhai teman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budi dan jasamu dalam ingatan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8055885796522633295?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8055885796522633295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/everything-has-been-settled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8055885796522633295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8055885796522633295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/everything-has-been-settled.html' title='Everything has been settled..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDhAE4gl_fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nIOo360kW5E/s72-c/100_4316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8426711651807065479</id><published>2010-07-04T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:57:49.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Begin.. Middle.. End..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCkm0nQj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LcqMfSq_1S8/s1600/100_3872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCkm0nQj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LcqMfSq_1S8/s320/100_3872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAHB tag.. Got this 2 weeks after start my internship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDClCydVxMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HorcI96XcOg/s1600/100_4115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDClCydVxMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HorcI96XcOg/s320/100_4115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya.. Ya.. Ya.. posing 3 days before my internship ends.. Any of you would like to hire me to be your model may call me ya.. hehehe.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCk55oBrzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zbwJWrZ2-10/s1600/100_4045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCk55oBrzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zbwJWrZ2-10/s320/100_4045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 days before my internship ends.. Thank you to Mr. Vellayudan who treat such a marvelous lunch that day. And guess what? he treat the whoe Research &amp;amp; Planning department. Nice huh..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCmfzsbGSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cAu292HGhhE/s1600/100_4136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCmfzsbGSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cAu292HGhhE/s320/100_4136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see every different name on plate..? It represent every of my family.. It was the first day after I arrived Muar. We hang out together at Malacca, picnic, shopping, and be a local tourist ronda-ronda around Malacca. Thanks to both my lovely sister who made all these&amp;nbsp;alphabet.. Love it darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCln23mQHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GJLIl2Dhr-k/s1600/100_4157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCln23mQHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GJLIl2Dhr-k/s320/100_4157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My priority. Nobody can change that reality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCl6XueoII/AAAAAAAAAHY/tP7tuLYT7Qw/s1600/100_4155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCl6XueoII/AAAAAAAAAHY/tP7tuLYT7Qw/s320/100_4155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are my lovely parents. Love you very much, ummuakz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCmLoIFdCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FabX4dhvWqE/s1600/100_4166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCmLoIFdCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FabX4dhvWqE/s320/100_4166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anis teasing Syahmi.. So jahat, hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDClWjeSdnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wie-1DM_rxk/s1600/100_4280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDClWjeSdnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wie-1DM_rxk/s320/100_4280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beauty Queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you see what I see..? (",)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8426711651807065479?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8426711651807065479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/begin-middle-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8426711651807065479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8426711651807065479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/07/begin-middle-end.html' title='Begin.. Middle.. End..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TDCkm0nQj-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LcqMfSq_1S8/s72-c/100_3872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8139416103090689272</id><published>2010-06-24T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:58:47.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Perubahan fasa kehidupan.. Aku bila lagi..?? hahahaha~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa punya title lah entry kali ini, haha.. Owh.. Jangan salah faham. Entry kali nih ditujukan khas buat kawan-kawan yang mula melangkah setapak lagi kehadapan dalam fasa kehidupan seorang gadis. Semua gadis mahukan perubahan ini aku rasa, haha.. Buat Athirah dan Zilawati, moga jodoh kalian hingga akhir hayat. Doakan aku memperoleh jodoh yang baik ye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN60w2QIAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X53ZOAUZWgw/s1600/tirah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN60w2QIAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X53ZOAUZWgw/s320/tirah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Athirah.. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN63aPSvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nw4YMy5Mc4k/s1600/tirah3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN63aPSvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nw4YMy5Mc4k/s320/tirah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Athirah &amp;amp; Firdaus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN65-yW8II/AAAAAAAAAGY/3K2flU4EMyw/s1600/zila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN65-yW8II/AAAAAAAAAGY/3K2flU4EMyw/s320/zila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zilawati Wulandari... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN686StI6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7rXz41NbHzk/s1600/zila3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN686StI6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7rXz41NbHzk/s320/zila3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zilawati &amp;amp; Muhd Nur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And next will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN7kdVegeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-AUgsJzbyRo/s1600/pic7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN7kdVegeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-AUgsJzbyRo/s320/pic7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tukarlah nama bawah tue, hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kredit buat Tirah, Zila, &amp;amp; abg Sem... Sebab.. Ambil gambar nih dari page diaorang di fB.. Xie xie ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lelaki yang baik adalah buat wanita yang baik.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/3973195595497051407-8139416103090689272?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8139416103090689272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/perubahan-fasa-kehidupan-aku-bila-lagi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8139416103090689272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8139416103090689272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/perubahan-fasa-kehidupan-aku-bila-lagi.html' title='Perubahan fasa kehidupan.. Aku bila lagi..?? hahahaha~'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TCN60w2QIAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X53ZOAUZWgw/s72-c/tirah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-7852571758347734117</id><published>2010-06-20T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:59:49.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Father's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini merupakan Hari Bapa.. Satu dunia celebrate para bapa hari ini. Walau pun bagi aku, penghargaan kepada seorang bapa tidak terhad pada hari-hari tertentu, tapi sekurang-kurangnya masih ada sekelumit ingatan bagi kaum bapa betapa istimewanya mereka di hati kita. Tanpa mereka, siapalah kita.. Ye tak..? Tiba-tiba teringat pulak kat ayah even baru je jumpa beliau siang tadi. En. Ali Arashid adalah superhero ku. Aku selalu cakap kat ibu, kalau nak cari suami, aku nak cari lelaki macam ayah, hehe.. Dalam tegas dan garangnya, masih ada humor dan air matanya. Dalam marah-marah dan bebel ayah, masih terselit kata-kata nasihat buat anaknya. Dalam pukul kami adik-beradik, masih ada masa sayang dan guraunya. Senang kata, ayah adalah superheroku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat lagi masa masih kecil.. Ayah dulu garang. Dengan ibu selalu je merengek-rengek nak macam-macam. Nanti mesti ibu suruh tanya ayah sendiri. Semua terdiam, hihi.. Satu hari tue, kami sekeluarga berjalan-jalan dekat bandar Kuantan.. Masa tue kitaorang tinggal kam Kem Bukit Galing, Kuantan. Lalu lah dekat depan KFC Restaurant. Kami yang masa tue baru tiga beradik menoleh tak berkelip mata tengok KFC Restaurant. Ayah jalan makin lama makin perlahan, makin lama makin perlahan. Masih ingat lagi senyuman kecil ayah. Nak sorok konon, tapi Imah dah nampak, hehe.. Tiba-tiba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"srettt..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayah tolak pintu KFC Restaurant tue, pastue masuk. Apa lagi.. Kami 3 beradik melompat kegembiraan, haha.. Padahal KFC je kan. Tapi masa tue, rasa KFC tue sedap giler, hahaha. Kami adik-beradik juga dilatih jangan makan junk food. Try la beli. Kalau ayah ibu dapat tau, memang kena libas la. Tapi ada satu insiden nih masa pergi kedai runcit tiba-tiba ayah cakap,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "ambillah mana-mana kamu nak...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apa lagi.. Sampai terjatuh-jatuh janjan kedai mak cik tue kami sapu, haha.. Since aku nih kan dari kecil esek sakit memanjang. Ayah pun cuti la memanjang sebab nak uruskan aku. Ibu pula cikgu; tak boleh sembarang ambil cuti. Ada beberapa insiden yang aku ingat sampai sekarang. Masa tue umur aku dalam 5 tahun la.. Rumah dekat Kem Galing tue sejuk, atas bukit. Memang selalu la kena lelah. Hujan lebat sangat malam tue. aku pula boleh pulak kena lelah. Ayah peluk, dokong, masuk kereta, pergi klinik kat kem tue. Ayah dokong lagi, berlari-lari ayah masuk klinik. Tak nak bagi aku kena hujan, ayah peluk erat-erat. Tangan sebelah pegang payung. Hurmmmmmm..Sampai sekarang pun, ayah suka peluk anak-anak dia plus bagi kata-kata semangat kalau semangat kami jatuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TB4ObxkxCtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nt25xAq2Gmg/s1600/100_3330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TB4ObxkxCtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nt25xAq2Gmg/s320/100_3330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayh saya... besh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TB4OvsV3WwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/segAfv7DoHI/s1600/100_1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TB4OvsV3WwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/segAfv7DoHI/s320/100_1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayah saya romantik.. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imah sayang ayah, muah2!! lupa nak cakap.. Ayah masak sedap, hehe~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-7852571758347734117?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/7852571758347734117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7852571758347734117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/7852571758347734117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/TB4ObxkxCtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Nt25xAq2Gmg/s72-c/100_3330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-2168267900123590844</id><published>2010-06-01T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:04:12.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>month 2: practical training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still have another one month to finish my practical training in MAHB. Nice lor.. But for sure I am still thinking bout Puncak Perdana a lot! It was totally awkward. I miss my day there. I miss my student title. I miss the surroundings. I miss my friends. I miss everything that relate with Puncak Perdana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, live in Sepang is not hard like I thought before. It just easy patsy like 1 2 3. I am telling you the truth dude. Why? Aiyak! Ok.. You start your work at 8.00am. Move from your house maybe around 7.30am.. Something like that. Finish your work at 5.00pm and after done with your Asr Prayer, find something to eat for dinner. Continue with back home. Everyday with the same routine.That why I said live here is easy. Staff at the MAHB will not make you feel like you are working with an alien. They are friendly, from top until the lower management. I feel like they are welcoming us doing our practical there(us.. I am doing my internship with Norazura Aziz).What a nice thing if I have a chance to get my job there. Maybe I will make a few changes inside the library. hahaha~ I am start flying on the cloud 9 right now. T__T We already gave few suggestions that might help the library. In my opinion, the subject provided by Faculty of Information and Management is the best since it help me a lot when the officer asked something and we manage to answer it. A big thanks to my lectures for supplying me that important knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Made slice cheese cake last week when I went to my hometown, Muar. Just.. I don't have any idea how to decorate cheese cake. Any?Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-2168267900123590844?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/2168267900123590844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/month-2-practical-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2168267900123590844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/2168267900123590844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/06/month-2-practical-training.html' title='month 2: practical training'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3914168251790813730</id><published>2010-05-12T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:05:53.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Segala-galanya baru di sini..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu kedua praktikalku bakal melabuhkan minggunya dua hari dari sekarang. Memulakan latihan praktikal tepat 3 hb yang lalu. Mula-mula menjejakkan kaki ke Malaysia Airline Holdings Berhad, macam-macam perasaan bercampur-baur dalam diri. Tambah-tambah rasanya hanya segelintir yang memilih special library sebagai tempat bagi menyelesaikan internship mereka semester ini. Tapi nyata, tanggapanku jauh meleset daripada apa yang dijangka. Staff di MAB taklah segarang bagai yang disangka, malahan friendly. Lain padang,maka lainlah belalangnya. Disebabkan library mereka (sebenarnya hanya sebuah resource centre) kecil, proses yang dijaankan untuk circulation juga lebih ringkas. Sedikir demi sedikit aku mula suka MAB, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life aku sekarang? hurmm.. Macam biasa.Tak banyak perubahan yang berlaku. Cuma, mungkin aku makin menjadi gadis yang membosankan. Kekurangan idea untuk menulis, tapi masih mahu mencoretkan sesuatu di blog sendiri sekurang-kurangnya ada sesuatu yang dapat aku luahkan selepas seharian menjalankan tugasan di MAB.Cemburu barangkali dengan teman yang lain sebab dapat belajar lebih daripada apa yang aku sepatutnya tahu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini hari malang buatku. Kereta Myvi ibu yang aku pinjam, dah dicalarkan oleh orang yang tak bertanggungjawab. Kalaulah aku ada kuasa, memang aku nak santau je orang bodoh tue.. Apa ke banganglah buat macam tue. Ingat aku nih anak orang kaya ke petik jari boleh dapat duit?Kiri kanan dari depan sampai belakang lepas tue serious memang dalam! damn! Ada akal ke tak tak tahu lah.. Kasihan ibu. Sepanjang beliau bawa kereta tue, tak pernah ada calar pun. Dapat ke aku jadi macam tu. Tak kecewa ke? Aku sedih sangat-sangat. Tak ada manner langsung! Bangsa Meayu ke tue? Mana pergi rasa hormat pada orang lain? Mana hilang maruah nih? Tak cukup ke didikan mak bapak korang selama nih ?rosakkan harta orang sampai macam tu? Aku bukan orang kaya. Bapak aku cuma polis berpangkat rendah. Mak aku cuma guru sekolah rendah. Apalah dugaan macam nih sekali.. Mungkin bagi kalian perkara nih simple sahaja, tapi tidak bagi aku. Kereta tu dibeli dengan duit yang ibu kumpulkan sepanjang beliau bekerja. Aku yang hanya meminjam nih dah jahanamkan harta dia. Agak-agak, apa yang aku rasa? Aku kecewa sebab dah sia-siakan amanah yang diberikan padaku. Kecewa yang aku tak dapat nak unggkap dengan kata-kata. Kesian ibu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maafkan imah ibu~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3914168251790813730?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3914168251790813730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/05/segala-galanya-baru-di-sini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3914168251790813730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3914168251790813730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/05/segala-galanya-baru-di-sini.html' title='Segala-galanya baru di sini..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4389312094298948924</id><published>2010-05-01T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:07:25.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>When practical training begin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just arrived from Muar around 4.30pm and we stay at my cousin's house tonight. Quit rough since for the first time I need to drive by myself to Sepang. (even though just a short distance..) my mom sit beside me in Myvi, while my dad follow me from behind with his Unser and keep give the instruction and order if I drove my mom's myvi over limit, hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After drop by all stuff at my rumah sewa, we back to my cousin's house, and leparking in front of the television with my parents and my sister.Tomorrow I will drive with my friend to look out our practical place, yeha! Wargh! tired. Don't have any idea what else to write for this entry. Sorry my friend, huhu.. Urmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I miss my D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4389312094298948924?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4389312094298948924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-practical-training-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4389312094298948924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4389312094298948924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-practical-training-begin.html' title='When practical training begin..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6909551324943128915</id><published>2010-04-22T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:50:50.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>When ends finally come..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such a relief when came out from the exam hall today; my last paper ever. I hope so, huhu. But, there are few task that i am not done with. I am facing some obstacles and again I burden my group member. Sorry to Kak Hajar, Kak Huda, and Saiful.I wish I could finish one task this evening and another two tonight.I just can't wait to go back to my hometown, but at the same time feel so sad to leave this Puncak Perdana. When my friend asked where is Puncak Perdana? and.. My answer always, "....ala... Kat tempat jin bertendang tue. Dekat dgn kg Subang, sebelah Bukit Jelutong, bawah Puncak Alam, dalam hutan.." hahaha.. But then finally this &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;tempat jin bertendang&lt;/span&gt; will give me a lot of memories, the place where for the first time I met Sabahan and Sarawakian friends, boys( I came from Girl School since primary untill high school), but, Hello.. It doesn't mean that I am to gatal when I saw boys around me, learn a lot of dialect from other state around Malaysia, and also the only place that allow me to overnight with my friends. Just hang out to MacD or Mapley for the purpose of doing assignment lol... ^________^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I need to be well prepared for my practical training at Malaysia Airline Holdings Berhad. Purposely find such an&amp;nbsp; adventure place? Even my pointer is not very good like other,&amp;nbsp; I know I can perform well. Hurmmm.. I hope I am not over confident when come out with this statement. But, we need it, isn't it? At least you have something to hold with when you feel down. Holding on what? On your own spirit that you are tough and the best person and brave enough to face with it even sometimes you know it is not that easy. Yah.. And after practical, I need to face the reality of life; no more student status, no more pocket money unless I find my 1st job as soon as possible. owh..Wait for me Ibu, Ayah, and Syahmi. I'll bring back new recipes(a lot.. lot...lottTTTTTz of breads, cakes, etc..etc..recipes)&amp;nbsp; and I miss my kitchen and oven very much(my mom's actually, hehe), muah2!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;My dream:1. want to own my own big kitchen 2. want to own my brander bread maker (BM). 3. want to own BIG oven. May I request all this as my barang hantaran when someone wants to marry me?? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6909551324943128915?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6909551324943128915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-ends-finally-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6909551324943128915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6909551324943128915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-ends-finally-come.html' title='When ends finally come..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3395951344796503954</id><published>2010-04-20T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:55:10.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>I am counting my precious time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have much time to update my blog.. Its ok Nai'mah. Its only for 1 week; this week. Later all the suffer will ends.But still.. Ermm.. I think, I was addicted with internet. Cannot miss every single time checking my Facebook an email unless when I am sleeping. As long as I can get the connection, I will not let myself offline. Shit! I wish I can survive this semester. Everybody seems to be as selfish as they can. My friend cried last night and I can't say anything about that. In one point, I became such a passive and gave her some advice that don't know weather it was the right things to do or not. After a while, when I have my own time in my room, i cried too. Why should everything happen right now? It is not the right time either. I text my friend on the spot through YM and later she change my mood( quite easy from sad to happy..? urgh!). Huh! It was difficult right now. I hope.. and pray.. My pointer will not drop for this semester.Or at least, I don't have to extend my semester only because of this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; met my old friend in Facebook and.. we keep chit chatting almost when I can get the internet connection. Aiyak! Miss our moment together in high school.How people change, her too. But, at the certain part, she is still the same, haha.. Don't you ever dare not inform me when you back to Malaysia doc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3395951344796503954?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3395951344796503954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-counting-my-precious-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3395951344796503954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3395951344796503954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-counting-my-precious-time.html' title='I am counting my precious time..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-1597927502757673748</id><published>2010-04-14T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:04:01.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Sudah!</title><content type='html'>Keluh kesah tiada penghujung&lt;br /&gt;Terhenyak dengan kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;Terduduk penuh tanda tanya&lt;br /&gt;Bila nak berakhir?&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang aku rasa&lt;br /&gt;Terperosok di hujung penjuru sempit&lt;br /&gt;Yang pastinya sukar digapai tangan-tangan itu&lt;br /&gt;Gelap berdebu&lt;br /&gt;Hapak berbau hancing&lt;br /&gt;Aku lemas tapi&lt;br /&gt;Apa dayaku lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Sudah-sudahlah&lt;br /&gt;Aku penat mendaki bukit&lt;br /&gt;yang akhirnya umpama tergelincir jatuh kembali&lt;br /&gt;Ke jurang dalam&lt;br /&gt;Sudah-sudahlah tangan itu&lt;br /&gt;Mencalar tangan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Sebab aku?&lt;br /&gt;Aku penat.&lt;br /&gt;Lelah&lt;br /&gt;Bosan&lt;br /&gt;Benci&lt;br /&gt;Tiapkali tangan itu mencalar diri&lt;br /&gt;Mencemar tapak&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk menarikku kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4i6NWZBcAdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4i6NWZBcAdM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3973195595497051407-1597927502757673748?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/1597927502757673748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/sudah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1597927502757673748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/1597927502757673748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/sudah.html' title='Sudah!'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-6593417562945194395</id><published>2010-04-10T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:07:33.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Did I tell you that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was damnly addicted with novels and biography. Sometimes I will bring the book in the bathroom to make sure that I will not miss the sense, haha.. When I was in my high school, my mom cannot stop from membebel when I took long long time in the bathroom and usually she can predict what am I doing inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Imah.. Cepat sikit. Orang lain pun nak guna bilik air. Awak buat apa lama-lama kat dalam tue...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. When I came out from the bathroom without have time to hide the novel, my mom only can shake her head. Thousand of time she advice me about that but it didn't give me any impact. I stop my habit reading novel in the bathroom, but I can't stop myself from buying any books each time I enter bookstore. My parents already warned me (since I only buy novels and biography rather than academic books, hihi..). Few boxes at home belongs to me; contains of thousand of my novels' collection. And here... What I am into now. I have no time to read it for now but I already read few pages for both books and I tell you I am not regret bought it. Makes my eyes watering, enjoy the African Essence in Oprah's Choice and feeling grateful with my health when I read Handling with Care. Read only few pages, and I cannot wait to finish it. I borrowed a biography titled: Nigger and I think Malaysian should read it. You will feel grateful living in this Multi-racial country; Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S8ARh9-UE1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qU_f6eRecsM/s1600/100_3527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S8ARh9-UE1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qU_f6eRecsM/s320/100_3527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get my satisfaction when I am reading book. So guys.. You don't have to treat me with candle light dinner or&amp;nbsp; a romantic movie. Enough with a wonderful books. ^_____^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I? Rather spend my money on novels and foods rather than cloths..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-6593417562945194395?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/6593417562945194395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-i-tell-you-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6593417562945194395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/6593417562945194395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-i-tell-you-that.html' title='Did I tell you that..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S8ARh9-UE1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qU_f6eRecsM/s72-c/100_3527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-8195133831912538358</id><published>2010-04-07T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:08:15.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>Steroid.. How I manage with this?</title><content type='html'>I just post last entry, but then I post this entry.. Why..? because I'm sad.. But, redha dan tawakal dengan segala Qada dan Kadar.. Setiap kejadian mesti ada sebab musabab dan hanya DIA Yang Maha Mengetahui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm chatting with my friend now. She's doing Meds at Indonesia and we didn't meet since 2005. And.. We are talking about my condition; my Asthma; my future; and perhaps.. Try to find solution? I took steroid since I was 6. At that time, steroid I'm used is Rottercap; Put the capsules underneath, and turn it. I need to inhale the powder using my mouth and there are two types of capsules; chocolate and blue colour and I forgot the name already. It was 17 years story. How could I remember it back?? haha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was 10, the doctor change it to Inhaler; I think you guys know the physical of inhaler. But at that time, I was managed to use only two types; Budesonide and Respolin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And 5 years ago, my doctor change from Budesonide to Inflammide, still using Respolin but they add one more; Seretide. I used all three steroid until now. You can't imagine how do I feel right now. I already do some research regarding to my condition. When I have a chance to chat with someone who study this area, it such a big opportunities to me to ask anything I want to know. It such a relief but at the same make make me feels little bit of suffer when I have to put everything by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Effect of steroid on me? Hurmmm.. If overdose, will effect my intestines ( I was shock with that..), heart, lungs, bones,etc..etc.. I put something below. She explain something what should I AVOID and what should I KNOW..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Pharmacologic Stimuli The drugs most commonly associated with the induction of acute episodes of asthma are aspirin, coloring agents such as tartrazine,ß-adrenergic antagonists, and sulfiting agents. It is important to recognize drug-induced bronchial narrowing because its presence is often associated with great morbidity. Furthermore, &lt;b&gt;death sometimes has followed the ingestion of aspirin (or other nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory agents) or ß-adrenergic antagonists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The typical aspirin&lt;/b&gt;-sensitive respiratory syndrome primarily affects adults, although the condition may occur in childhood. This problem usually begins with perennial vasomotor rhinitis that is followed by a hyperplastic rhinosinusitis with nasal polyps. Progressive asthma then appears. On exposure to even very small quantities of aspirin, affected individuals typically develop ocular and nasal congestion and acute, often severe episodes of airways obstruction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Sulfiting agents, such as potassium metabisulfite, potassium and sodium bisulfite, sodium sulfite, and sulfur dioxide, which are widely used in the food and pharmaceutical industries as sanitizing and preserving agents, can also produce acute airway obstruction in sensitive individuals. Exposure usually follows ingestion&lt;br /&gt;of food or beverages containing these compounds, e.g., salads, &lt;b&gt;fresh fruit, potatoes, shellfish, and wine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Are you still want to be my friend? Is anybody wants to marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Doctor Safara, hehe..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-8195133831912538358?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/8195133831912538358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/steroid-how-i-manage-with-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8195133831912538358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/8195133831912538358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/steroid-how-i-manage-with-this.html' title='Steroid.. How I manage with this?'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5896370493160047860</id><published>2010-04-05T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:10:18.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Myself along two weeks</title><content type='html'>At the moment i post this entry, my heart full with happiness, my entire body was tiredness, my mind thinking about the assignment, and my soul with the joyfulness. ^___&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week before I attend my Finishing school program, I met my sisters at Times Square and this time, I asked them to wait for me.We enjoy our steamboat very much and I satisfied with it. Enjoy every moment with them and I was thankful to The Most Merciful ALLAH for give me thousand of joyful since the day I discharge from ICU, 5 years ago. I'm using my three years of study period studying, hang out and treat my sister, spend time with my friends, and be friend with a lot of people. I am grateful with that. Thank you ALLAH. And, the day before I meet my sisters, I overnight with my friends at KFC section 2 Shah Alam. Try to finish our Metadata assignment. Here, I would like to give my appreciation and thank you to Shaiful Bahri who drove us for it and for drove me to Klang after finished our study with his girlfriend, Khuzaimah. I re-arrange my appointment with my doctor because I skip the appointment the day before. Thank you very much buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind still cannot stop from thinking of my friend last week. One day, when I open my YM, I saw him online with a hyperlink shut out. I'm still not dare to approach him. I think the best way is by let it be, what it be. But then, I click the hyperlink on his shut out. You know what? He step forward again from me. His team and him built a website to promote their services that relate with developing system in multiple types of language. PHP, JAVA, html, etc..etc.. I just can pray for his success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finishing School program, hurmmmm.. Ok.. Ok.. I get some input when I attended the program. The most important thing, this program allow us to mingle between post Diploma and post STPM. They separated us in 11 groups and each group contain both post STPM and Diploma. I think, the program like this should be start from semester 1 or else maybe the faculty can open the class which any background student can study in it; post STPM either post Diploma. The rest, the program give us briefing about the reality life outside when we are hunting job after finish our study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzQgQ02XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JC1WJMQtJeY/s1600/100_3467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzQgQ02XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JC1WJMQtJeY/s320/100_3467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When Maduna apply her lip balm, hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzb2WmilI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zOIMg2N0_rA/s1600/100_3472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzb2WmilI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zOIMg2N0_rA/s320/100_3472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With Mami and Maduna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzoGLVTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tzTJEZQ-3n0/s1600/100_3474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzoGLVTiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tzTJEZQ-3n0/s320/100_3474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dayah, Kak dayang, and Titi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzzyrAeDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8aM0fsgxImo/s1600/100_3485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzzyrAeDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8aM0fsgxImo/s320/100_3485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group 2.. Enjoy this moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Suddenly.. empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-5896370493160047860?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/5896370493160047860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/myself-along-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5896370493160047860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/5896370493160047860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/04/myself-along-two-weeks.html' title='Myself along two weeks'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S7nzQgQ02XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JC1WJMQtJeY/s72-c/100_3467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3709084924001294768</id><published>2010-03-29T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:10:57.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling'/><title type='text'>A month a go: Piece of memory with a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A month ago, I lost a very good friend of mine who really cares and understanding. He is one of my best friend who can accept me in any ways, even though sometimes I know I hurt him a lot. He also the very 1st person that i know from the social network for a very long time ( almost a decade) and stick as a friend after we met for the first time 2 years ago.Our friendship begins from Friendster, and then move to Yahoo massenger to be our communication medium, Facebook and later Skype.Be friend since secondary school, and our first meeting happened at Times Square. Quite funny at that time. But at last, i meet face to face the person who I chat for a long time.We share a lot of memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest one when we forget the date of Valentine Day and we choose that day to meet. A group of IIUM student came to us and gave us a survey and fliers about Valentine and we laugh like hell at that moment. We only realize it was Valentine when dozen of couple with red roses and teddy bears make KLCC crowded and we don't have any place to go since it is too crowded to use LRT. He celebrate my 23rd birthday at Temper Park with his friend and I think, that is the best moment that I will not ever forget about it. When someone remember my bornday, i will easily touch with that.It was simple, but, I just can't explain it how I feel, haha.. Ermmmm.. Maybe the way he celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used to called him &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;DOREMON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ; the robot cat who has collection of latest technology tools inside his pocket and definitely he is, haha.. He teach me a lot about lappy ( even in every simplest thing) and I learned a lot from him. He used to called me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who always bully him and he said he called me &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/b&gt; because I am big in certain part ( Aiseh! Kick your bud buddy.. @_@).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And buddy, if you are reading my blog, I am so sorry for what happen to us. I just can't manage it and I don't know how to explain it in the simple words. I can't conclude it either. But I would like to say, with the "short term memory" I had, there are part of our story still bare in my mind.It not that easy to remove or forget everything. Miss you buddy. Thank you for accepting to be a part of your life along these years.Sorry again for hurting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I have SISP and Library Automation test today. Ironically, I can't focus right now. Pray for me. I hate to feel like this! It was damnly irritating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3709084924001294768?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3709084924001294768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/month-go-piece-of-memory-with-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3709084924001294768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3709084924001294768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/month-go-piece-of-memory-with-friend.html' title='A month a go: Piece of memory with a friend'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-966012454397790977</id><published>2010-03-23T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:11:42.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Reality of life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hah...&amp;nbsp;I just feel like want to laugh today. Ok,.. I would like to apologize to those who feels like I was pointing them for my last entry. However, don't you feel that it happen. It just not happen in my life, but almost to all person who have an experience as a student in university. We have to accept it no matter how is it right? Maybe I am using the wrong medium to show my satisfaction level to the public. But, this is the purpose of my blog. I like to share almost everything as long as it not make people around me shameless. From the very beginning ( if you still remember my entry about poligamy.. I also get the same feedback like today..), did I mention any name? No, right? Its up to you guys to take it in a positive way or negative way. I can't stop you from thinking the way you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, as a human being, I would like to apolagize again to those that feel like I am ponting on them. I'm not mean to put the guilt or what so ever, but just want to share the reality. I hope I'm not bring up any polemic here. Sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember one of my friend said," back stabbing.. " when he point someone in his social page.. He too straight forward right? I hope I'm not kind of that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-966012454397790977?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/966012454397790977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/966012454397790977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/966012454397790977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny.html' title='Reality of life..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-3030843277049587044</id><published>2010-03-22T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:12:38.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Monday morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was cold since Puncak Perdana got rain last night and i slept tightly, haha.. i dunk crakers with Milo only to feed me this morning. Hurmm.. Ok. Actually i have to finish plenty of works and I'm running through it. There are few works running at the same time but i have a group work which my group member and I thinking want to pay someone to do it for us (aiseh..).. They do it few times but not for me. I'm not trying to say that I am very good student in finishing any task given by the lecture. But honestly, not even once I pay someone to do my job and I don't know how I feel this time since the day they tell me bout their plan. Whatever.. We leave this story here. I just want to share with you what we... The semester 6 students from IS faculty done last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bIbkqqeMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wf4BYjbS5do/s1600-h/100_3408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bIbkqqeMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wf4BYjbS5do/s320/100_3408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We attend a program ( even the atmosphere like seminar for me..)&amp;nbsp; conducted by FIM ( Faculty of Information and Management) with three other organizations under FIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bInWGJziI/AAAAAAAAADo/SANOy--NelM/s1600-h/100_3406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bInWGJziI/AAAAAAAAADo/SANOy--NelM/s320/100_3406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kak dayang and Ida. The person who sit beside me along the seminar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bI0s5yoSI/AAAAAAAAADw/TQX424_Uc6g/s1600-h/100_3407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bI0s5yoSI/AAAAAAAAADw/TQX424_Uc6g/s320/100_3407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost the same style, hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJDltM2aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mSvB_PuSXkc/s1600-h/100_3428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJDltM2aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mSvB_PuSXkc/s320/100_3428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Nancy and Maduna. Fadh try to cover his face even though I already asked him to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Capturing pictures in this event if not for fun what else. isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJTVWyMyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AJC0qXMxurU/s1600-h/100_3433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJTVWyMyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AJC0qXMxurU/s320/100_3433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very cold inside the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJefTKGzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GfoAlR2qqJE/s1600-h/100_3437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJefTKGzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GfoAlR2qqJE/s320/100_3437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same with Wana..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bKA3kMBcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3_2zRbnaq4I/s1600-h/100_3452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bKA3kMBcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3_2zRbnaq4I/s320/100_3452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ami too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bKYNVvv_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4J1a25MR9jM/s1600-h/100_3458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bKYNVvv_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/4J1a25MR9jM/s320/100_3458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see the shawl there? someone rounded herself with it.. Who is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of them just enjoy themselves..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJphia4TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t7ID2U7hBUQ/s1600-h/100_3435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bJphia4TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t7ID2U7hBUQ/s320/100_3435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mad Min with his dayang-dayang.. Didi behind him concentrate with her magz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It just for fun my friend, hehe.. We came from the different state, different ethnics, different background, and when we join FIM we are from different course even under the same school. But we are ONE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;with love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hecate87_imah@yahoo.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-3030843277049587044?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/3030843277049587044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-morning.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3030843277049587044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/3030843277049587044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-morning.html' title='Monday morning...'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S6bIbkqqeMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wf4BYjbS5do/s72-c/100_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-4702066543655642087</id><published>2010-03-15T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:14:28.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam-macam'/><title type='text'>Hujung minggu yang lalu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak cerita apa yang aku buat last weekend, kenalah cerita dari awal macam mana boleh jadi last weekend kan? hehe.. Last wednesday, aku dah plan macam-macam nak settle kan everything konon-konon tak nak bazirkan masa lah. Repair printer, beli barang-barang untuk picnic, bayar bil Celcom, etc..etc... However, we as a human only can plan it and it was not necessary everything what we've plan can give the best result isn't it? Macam tulah ceritanya dengan aku. Mengagau cari kereta sewa, tak ada nak jumpanya. Time diperlukan, tak ada, time tak diperlukan, ada je yang offer nak sewakan. Tanya pada rakan-rakan, diaorang pun nak pakai kereta memasing. Tebal jugaklah muka. Tapi kalau tak mencuba, mana nak tahu hasilnya kan? So, akhirnya hari Rabuku membazir macam tu sahaja. Just dapat beli barang untuk picnic. Kecewa jugaklah sebab kerja-kerja lain dah tertangguh. Tapi, tak apalah. Pelan-pelan kayuh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku nak picnic dengan siapa? Aha.. Adik-adik aku. Nak harapkan diaorang turun Puncak, alamatnya sampai aku konvolah tak tiba. Aku jugak yang kena ke sana. Tak apalah.. Adik-adik sendiri. So, untuk picnic, aku cuma pesan bawakkan nasi dengan minuman sahaja. Lauk tak payah dok risau. Makanya, mulalah proses yang pertama. Menyiang ayam plus marinate sebahagian untuk digoreng pada hari kejadian. Sebahagian lagi aku tak buat apa. Tu.. Rezeki housemate aku. Disebabkan rumah nih tak ada peti sejuk, so, rumah kak Ain menjadi mangsa. Sorry Kak Ain.. DAh tiga kali guna peti sejuk dia, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Jumaat sebelum pergi kelas Digital Library amek ayam dulu. Sekurang-kurangnya bila nak digoreng nanti taklah ayam tue keras kematu. Usai kelas, macam tak laratlah pulak. Last2 proses menyiapkan ayam dibuat pagi sabtu. Betul-betul pagi. Macam nak berniaga pulak. Kerja masak-measak settle sejam kemudian. Cuma buat sambal ayam dengan sayur campur. Nak buat lodeh pekat, tapi adik tak nak berkuah santan. Ok..ok.. As you wish my dear. Siap awal, aku balun tidur balik, hehe.. Bangun semula at 7a.m, bersiap, dan bergerak dari puncak at 10 a.m. Picnic kat mana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jawapannya........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52fv1oMXnI/AAAAAAAAACg/tegCer9XaGU/s1600-h/100_3379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52fv1oMXnI/AAAAAAAAACg/tegCer9XaGU/s320/100_3379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;KLCC.... tu dia..Siapa nak join kami lagi..?? hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52gDJPYUJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JY6iC3Q0pdI/s1600-h/100_3365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52gDJPYUJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JY6iC3Q0pdI/s320/100_3365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adik-adik sekalian. Che'a bawak kawan dia yang sangatlah ramah-tamah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52greX6twI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7cx7cXJS6mQ/s1600-h/100_3375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52greX6twI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7cx7cXJS6mQ/s320/100_3375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Anis.. yang kedua..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52jYwJw9OI/AAAAAAAAADI/DD91DeCIRk4/s1600-h/100_3368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52jYwJw9OI/AAAAAAAAADI/DD91DeCIRk4/s320/100_3368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che'a dengan Fatimah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52g_B-z75I/AAAAAAAAADA/QaabJ6xjdmE/s1600-h/100_3371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52g_B-z75I/AAAAAAAAADA/QaabJ6xjdmE/s320/100_3371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Budak yang tak puas nak main dekat playground. Jenuh mama dia nak pujuk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually ada cerita. Sebelum nih aku pernah picnic dengan adik dekat KLCC. Tapi masa tue Che'a masih di Nilai, sebab masih di Asasi. So, aku berdua dengan Anis jelah. Syok-syok kami bukak tupperware berisi lauk-pauk yang diimport khas dari Shah Alam, tiba-tiba.. Hahahaha.. Adalah a group of Indonesian nih pakat gelak kat kami. Nak tau kenapa? Kami bawak bekal... Diaorang beli KFC combo set. Aisemen! Dengan muka selamba aku cakap a... "kami tak mampu.." hehe.. Tak sempat nak capture gambar makanan. Dah habis makan, baru teringat.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poket makin nipis nih, aduyai..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3973195595497051407-4702066543655642087?l=gadiswanita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/feeds/4702066543655642087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/hujung-minggu-yang-lalu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4702066543655642087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3973195595497051407/posts/default/4702066543655642087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gadiswanita.blogspot.com/2010/03/hujung-minggu-yang-lalu.html' title='Hujung minggu yang lalu..'/><author><name>Mawar Melati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03961408998322596344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/SqqZf7D-x_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/51ET8DQ3vs0/S220/hearts+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fj5nf8OIJk/S52fv1oMXnI/AAAAAAAAACg/tegCer9XaGU/s72-c/100_3379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973195595497051407.post-5133164848087047188</id><published>2010-03-10T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:15:01.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra; My way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6ya7ZRlrEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6ya7ZRlrEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now the end is near&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so i face the final curtain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My friend, I'll make it clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll state my case of which I'm certain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've lived alive that's full&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traveled each and every highway&lt;/i&g
