<?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-4434230538949436539</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:21:28.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>princess diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>just another everyday stories.everyone issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5348005486127429308</id><published>2010-07-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:01:38.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cepatlah bulan 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;they say absence makes heart grows fonder.i say that too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent my 1 month winter break in Australia, unlike last year. i've been touring brisbane, Gold Coast, Newcastle and Sydney with my bestie.it was sort of our first vacation together, auww it sounds kinda wrong.haha.she's a girl ya! of course we were having real fun but unfortunately i felt homesick. watching a girl sat on her mother's lap reminded me of my mum.then i would tell my bestie ' i miss my mum:(' she replied: stop it waheeda or else i would feel homesick too. so we turned to become each other's mum.lol. especially on the nagging part:p thanks to our cool mums for trusting us on tis one! her trust that i treasure the most. i'm grateful for that :). my mum is always letting me and my sis going on our own way. most of my major decisions made on my own. she is always there, hold my back. mak mak:) and now the 'Thank you Allah' by Maher Zain is on track, makes me teary.haha.but i'll be okay cos she'll be here in December. it's just 5 more months..o yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4434230538949436539-5348005486127429308?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5348005486127429308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5348005486127429308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/cepatlah-bulan-12.html' title='cepatlah bulan 12'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-554337559496451199</id><published>2010-04-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:27:54.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsB9cH-bFYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsB9cH-bFYQ&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;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ama Zilna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching God with our hearts&lt;br /&gt;No fear nor grief for whom He guides&lt;br /&gt;His rope is strong and will never waver&lt;br /&gt;His provision is there for all who are in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every place, at every time&lt;br /&gt;Above you is The Glorious Caretaking Lord&lt;br /&gt;In every place, at every time&lt;br /&gt;You have a Lord who loves you and will never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we know our Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Do we see our Lord's blessings?&lt;br /&gt;Do we know our Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Do we thank Him... or have we forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;that His servants... we are&lt;br /&gt;[ www.thenasheedlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Dominion we exist for as long as He wills&lt;br /&gt;And we call upon His bounty through prayer&lt;br /&gt;And seek His favors through hope&lt;br /&gt;For He is our refuge when difficulty strengthens its hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every place, at every time&lt;br /&gt;Above you is a Gloriouscare Taking Lord&lt;br /&gt;In every place, at every time&lt;br /&gt;You have a Lord who loves and will never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we know our Lord? Do we see our Lord's blessings?&lt;br /&gt;Do we know our Lord? Do we thank Him... or have we forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;that His servants... we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Allah's, My soul is Allah's&lt;br /&gt;My wealth is Allah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s: sometimes i just way too much for not remembering that we have Him.&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/4434230538949436539-554337559496451199?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/554337559496451199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/554337559496451199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/comeback.html' title='comeback.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4224200411407185113</id><published>2010-03-07T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:16:56.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous please</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure how u define stalker.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; there's a change in tis year's system; we able to sign up our own tute class. to my surprise, the list of people who have signed up is visible to other students. it means that you can enroll in any class, in your own preferences. i decided to sign up in the 2nd class.i have free time during the slot, that's the rule of thumb. simple. it turned out that my so called 'crush' happens to be in the same class.FYI, he's a caucasian and obviously he doesn't even know me. i notice him from the last year's class. 2 classes to be exact. and thanx to the tutor, i manage to know his name (with annoying giggles). but for the time being, he is not the distraction of tute class. again thanx to the tutor 4 being such a great tutor. and at least i have learnt how to put aside your feeling or whatsoever and focuses on professionalism,cheh. i made it sound serious crush or something.btw, it's nothing after all. it's just a girl's thing.heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: wednesday is my lucky day.nah.everyday is lucky day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4224200411407185113?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4224200411407185113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4224200411407185113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/anonymous-please.html' title='anonymous please'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1961129200225567821</id><published>2010-03-04T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:45:59.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be yourself la</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;being grown- up  is not that difficult. not that easy too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just started my 3rd uni year tis week. this 1st week been pretty hectic  as lots of house keeping stuffs need to be done.hehe. and i would say early of uni term is costly.need to spend on books, upgrading phone etc. there's a need to monitor the spending more regularly! despite that, all went great for the 1st week,alhamdulillah. to be honest, the academic stuffs do make me worry.luckily the lecturers and tutors are so dedicated n helpful too. i need to confess, i don't even know what's the purpose of my post.hope you find one, hopefully the useful one.back to the  story, there are several things that fascinate me. we always heard how being positive can change someone's life for the better. i couldn't agree more. as i recalled, being in tute class is something that can depress me.no jokes. i ended up doing nothing, not even participating the tute.it hurts me as i disappointing myself  no one else.and seriously i don't wanna be in that kinda situation again. the tute just commenced for tis sem n i pray that Allah gives me strength to trust my  own self. i pray that He strengthen my faith. i got teary eyes now! how could i doubt myself when He always hear me.our path might be different, i just wanna wish the best for it. when you're feeling down, u gotta think that you are never alone.  one more thing, stay positive in ridiculous situation is not a wrong act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="70%" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HADITH 1 (from Imam Nawawi's 40 Hadeeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15%" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is narrated on the authority of Amirul Mu'minin, Abu Hafs 'Umar bin al-Khattab, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;radiyallahu 'anhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, who said: I heard the Messenger of Allah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Actions are (judged) by motives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(niyyah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, so each man will have what he intended. Thus, he whose migration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(hijrah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was to Allah and His Messenger, his migration is to Allah and His Messenger; but he whose migration was for some worldly thing he might gain, or for a wife he might marry, his migration is to that for which he migrated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Al-Bukhari &amp;amp; Muslim]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well said :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4434230538949436539-1961129200225567821?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1961129200225567821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1961129200225567821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-yourself-la.html' title='be yourself la'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-179105660977907159</id><published>2010-02-17T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:37:19.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI, mata untuk melihat</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i got an evil thinking of abandoning tis blog a little bit longer.haha.an evil laugh and wicked smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my nenek always said that us (her modern granddaughters.lazy supposedly.lol) can't beat her perfection in doing house chores. i must agree 110%. she doesn't care to spend hours in kitchen,just like me spending hours in front of laptop. i always believe that she is born to be a great housewife. ampu nenek kah? haha.no i'm not. but what happened today proves she's our legend.plus a lesson to be learnt. here how the story goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my aunt's family was visiting us today. my adik has always be the one who preparing the drinks etc for the guest.fine, she's good at it. the fact that the glasses are not matched to the jug pissed my grandma off. adding to her annoyance was serving the kuah kacang with big bold senduk instead of  appropriate size of spoon.haha. i thought those were small problems,back of my head. but again it's actually how perfectly you're doing something. and yourself should know first if we're just giving a shot or we really doing things at our best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: even though she never say it literally, i know she hopes that i will be the best me in everything.that includes improvised cooking.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-179105660977907159?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/179105660977907159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/179105660977907159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/fyi-mata-untuk-melihat.html' title='FYI, mata untuk melihat'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4997555697026501822</id><published>2010-02-13T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:51:38.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently listening to</title><content type='html'>tis is what i do when i don't know what to write about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTwef9e-iYk&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/fTwef9e-iYk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;p/s: the lyric is simply awesome:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4997555697026501822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4997555697026501822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/currently-listening-to.html' title='currently listening to'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2548766818138722853</id><published>2010-02-11T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:37:16.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got the 4th n 6th in the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2548766818138722853?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2548766818138722853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2548766818138722853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-4th-n-6th-in-list.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4274033480127345580</id><published>2010-02-08T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:00:41.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running in heels</title><content type='html'>sometimes they say pictures worth for explanation rather than words.so let the pics do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/72261295-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/72261295-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plain white blouse looks girlie. honestly,i always avoiding wearing tops in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/80760589-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/small/80760589-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool graphic tank. love is in the air? most of the graphics have to do with'love' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/SeasonPromo/large/72646747.jpg?2/8/2010"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/SeasonPromo/large/72646747.jpg?2/8/2010" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a simple black jacket to be matched with short sleeved shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traderscity.com/board/userpix33/20157-long-white-wholesale-round-neck-irregular-bottom-floral-shirt-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.traderscity.com/board/userpix33/20157-long-white-wholesale-round-neck-irregular-bottom-floral-shirt-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a simple, casual long shirt. it's just perfect 4 any call; class wear, outing wear etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jades24.com/data/images/products/u190626stgy_a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.jades24.com/data/images/products/u190626stgy_a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grey straight cut jeans also in my wish list. grey seems to go along with any color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=9289345"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=9289345" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need cardigan which can be matched with short sleeved tops. and mustard yellow color cardigan would be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wish there's forever 21 store in Melbourne:( the tops mostly are long length tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: girls are always girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4434230538949436539-4274033480127345580?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4274033480127345580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4274033480127345580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-in-heels_08.html' title='running in heels'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2514395896335857604</id><published>2010-01-31T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:21:03.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 4: you need to know where you are</title><content type='html'>i'm not really keen on sleeping over at my friends' place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was attending my best friend's sis nuptial recently and sleeping over at her place for 2 nights.that's the first time ever i was sleeping over at my friend's house, house full with her family members.that's including her extended family. i kinda expect tis as it was one day before the reception. i am fortunate that most of her cousins are girls under 18! if the house filled with gentlemen, it will be troublesome. so i end up laugh my heart out most of the time.lol. thus, i need to constantly reminding myself that i'm at someone else's house:p spending the nights away from house, give me  things to ponder upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; firstly, u'll be missing the 'home' feeling when you are away. you might gaze the same moon, but it's different feeling. am i trying to be lovey dovey here? hik. secondly, don't expect you would fit in the new environment right away.naturally, you need time to achieve that.like what my grandma told me; the longer time taken,the tastier your cook would be. the longer time blends the ingredients more perfectly, the longer time ensures your raw food well cooked. thirdly, do know and play your role. if you are a host, be an inviting host.if you are a guest, be a behaved guest. all in all, being away from home makes me realize that you'll not always be in your comfort zone. u will be forced to face awkward encounters sometimes. i would say there are always awkward situations throughout our life.how awkward it would be having our first public speaking? how awkward it would be getting stuck with completely stranger for hours. the awkwardness never stop i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: being involved in wedding preparation makes me a little bit awkward. but something that i'm looking forward to. i was jokingly volunteered to be my sis's wedding planner. she rejected the idea, which is not a joke.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4434230538949436539-2514395896335857604?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2514395896335857604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2514395896335857604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-4-you-need-to-know-where-you.html' title='chapter 4: you need to know where you are'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7059546972827262000</id><published>2010-01-26T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:05:13.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>antara dua</title><content type='html'>which one u rather choose&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 1 that you interested &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 1 that is easy ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i'm referring 'the 1' as my course subjects! it's hard to decide. hope i will make the right choice as it will have imminent implications. every decisions to be made will have implications right. i need to think harder on tis:p having opportunity to choose is privileged. i can choose my 8 subjects despite quite thorough process involved:p  out of 8 subjects, 2 subjects must be unrelated to my course.i've done management, arabic, marketing and social science. marketing tops my favorite chart. the logical part of marketing that intrigue me the most, i must say. we will see if marketing would be my choice for the next 2 sems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7059546972827262000?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7059546972827262000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7059546972827262000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/antara-dua.html' title='antara dua'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4813365531268037213</id><published>2010-01-25T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:51:35.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u know the answer</title><content type='html'>first post typed by new laptop:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustration always struck me after i walked out from examination hall. i let myself down by not giving 100% for the exam.then endlessly blame i put on myself, how should harder i'll be trying. how should systematic should i be.bla and bla... and to meditate tis: i shopped randomly or dine out with friends. there's one time i chatted bout tis with my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'you know what, it's sometimes about how much u want tis in your life'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and her words stay vividly in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figuring out what you want in life itself is a challenge. i don't wanna make it sounds pessimistic. but it's a serious deal. and i really admire those who stands firmly to chase their dreams. i do have problems in being serious planning bout life. it's not that i pulled a long face 24/7. it's bout deciding which path would you embarked in future. i had so much 'go with the flow' all this time i guess. and again i should ask the inside me: how much i want tis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i'll be away for few days.hopefully there are captivating stories out there. i wanna write bout someone else next time around!&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/4434230538949436539-4813365531268037213?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4813365531268037213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4813365531268037213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/u-know-answer.html' title='u know the answer'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1559985061755352709</id><published>2010-01-21T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:15:19.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 hari mencari cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pejam celik pejam celik, i'll be leaving in 1 month time.sigh.fine, grin:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing a lot of things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping for ages, arguing with my sis, been tagged  along by Danish which i always complain about:p, competing with mak for using laptop, watching korean dramas with family (hindi movies too.nenek so into them.genetic factors have sort of role.heh.).and the list goes on and on. wait, eating like there's no tomorrow, tis is what my sis told me.i'm just embrace the fact that how easily you can get halal food here:) consequently, i gain weight, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek: nanti balik sana, kakak kuruslah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that easy nenek.cause your granddaughter is really enjoying foods. despite one month left, i still hope that i could meet particular wonderful people before heading back to Melbourne. please..please..please God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: chemistry works the successful relationship. but the blood relationship has them all works; chemistry, biology and logic physics:) and obviously, you have to work the relationship too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1559985061755352709?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1559985061755352709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1559985061755352709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-hari-mencari-cinta.html' title='30 hari mencari cinta'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3743276288666334489</id><published>2010-01-14T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:33:54.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not spare yourself</title><content type='html'>i love it when it just pop out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been spending the night study bout the laptop thingy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. i must admit that i ain't the tech savvy. and i don't even care bout it. honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really interested in gadgets and high tech stuffs. but after my laptop damaged, i think i need to know all these stuffs. at least the basic ones.&lt;br /&gt;even though it was last-ditch effort, i come up with one simple observation: u will try hard so that you're not dumbfound others. i recalled the fact how hard was i trying for something. it was actually my lab test.we were given a week for test practice. and i went it for like 6-7 times. cause i'm aware that i might screw up the experiment again. heh. alhamdulillah, i get improved throughout the practice sessions. practice makes perfect, that's what they say. however, it turned out the other way during the actual test.what can i say? and there was standing my lab demonstrator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;her: i think you try too hard.sometimes there are things that u shouldn't try that hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes trying hard is irresistable. it is not to please others or even for their satisfaction.but it's satisfy own self. sort of guilty pleasure.i even watching youtube for the sake of using pipette correctly...haha. i can't help it.that's particular one of my guilty pleasures. what is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3743276288666334489?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3743276288666334489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3743276288666334489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-spare-yourself.html' title='not spare yourself'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5765993580621255882</id><published>2010-01-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:58:04.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanyalah Satu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it takes me 5 days to decide what i gonna write about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabda Rasullulah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aku memberi amaran kepadamu mengenai dia (Ad-dajal) dan tiada Nabi memberi amaran kepada kaumnya tentang ad-dajal, tetapi aku memberitahu sesuatu yang tiada Nabi sebelumku memberitahu kepada kaumnya, ketahuilah ad-dajal itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://holywar-efairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/secret-signs-all-seeing-eye-around-us.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bermata satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; dan Allah tidak bermata satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Sahih Bukhari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really caught my attention.i don't even aware of the 'single-eyed' symbol.i presume the symbol must have its own meaning.well, every symbol stands for something.surprisingly, it also appeared during &lt;a href="http://holywar-efairy.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-sign-unsur-masonic-di-ajl.html"&gt;AJL 24&lt;/a&gt; last sunday. i even double checked  the You Tube video. tis is getting more interesting.Thank God for this finding.it's sort of the thing that can thrill you. cause it smells fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single eyed symbol in Freemasonry being called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL-SEEING EYE; represents &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans;font-size:85%;"  &gt;symbol of watchfulness, and the eye of God as the symbol of Divine watchfulness and care of the universe.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;istighfar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as a friendly reminder&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;a name="1"&gt;1.&lt;/a&gt; Say: He is Allah, the One and Only;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;a name="2"&gt;2.&lt;/a&gt; Allah, the Eternal, Absolute;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;a name="3"&gt;3.&lt;/a&gt; He begetteth not, nor is He begotten;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;a name="4"&gt;4.&lt;/a&gt; And there is none like unto Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(surah al-Ikhlas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hidden agenda? conspiracy? wallahhhualam. Allah knows best.i just gotta the thinking that it's something worth to know about.and bear in mind, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is none like Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: tempatkan kami kalangan yang beriman, Ya Rabb Al Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5765993580621255882?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5765993580621255882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5765993580621255882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/mata-satu.html' title='hanyalah Satu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3729780564414446254</id><published>2010-01-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:20:45.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing like home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;home is the place where you belong, the safest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the violence reported in the news lately taken me aback. serious talk. the brutal ranging from strangers killing random people to killing of  own family members. the world is not getting absurd, but it's the people. seriously those cases scare me.i don't need to elaborate more on the cases, we've been watching them in news and reading them on newspapers. recent case that i've been heard is the murderer killed a man who was trusted his wife's affair. killing people seems as solution, and not an option now. someone's life seems invaluable. the inhumane, violent, foolish acts really make me contemplating on going out.specifically if i need to travel alone. friends out there, especially girls: do take care of yourself when you're going out. even when you staying home. fine, same goes with the boys too. even you're black belt taekwondo or anak guru silat ke, or been rehearsing the ultraman moves for ages: still,  be careful. save the last for best; i'm highly recommend the daily &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://read-quran-online.blogspot.com/2009/08/al-mathurat.html"&gt;mathurat&lt;/a&gt; reading. u can get the printed one (ayaat with the translation) at nearby bookstore. i saw them available at MPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it's a reality check. unlike Jan Di who has F4 to rescue her.precisely, Ji Hoo sunbae *melting*. it's a drama after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3729780564414446254?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3729780564414446254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3729780564414446254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-like-home.html' title='nothing like home'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7662610265733836071</id><published>2010-01-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:51:06.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 3:  you are woman, not little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5th week of my summer love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2009 has come to an end. the weeks moved so slow before.but now the years revolve unexpectedly faster. i am grateful for making through 2009. if there's one thing to wrap up my 2009, it will be i learned a lot bout people. that includes learning bout myself too.serious talk, the dictionary couldn't list  all adjectives describing people. people are special. the wonderful creation of people is written in Noble Quran;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dan (ingatlah) ketika Kami berfirman kepada malaikat: "Tunduklah (beri hormat) kepada Nabi Adam". lalu mereka sekaliannya tunduk memberi hormat melainkan Iblis; ia enggan dan takbur, dan menjadilah ia dari golongan yang kafir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                      (2:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but sometimes people act peculiarly. and you can be quite surprised of what people capable do. but i am so grateful  that God grants me patience and rationale.  despite they are may people that hurt you, they are good ones. in fact, the loved ones. i hope that i will never be the one who hurt them. well, i am people too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: my current fav song: breathe by anna nalick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;/span&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/4434230538949436539-7662610265733836071?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7662610265733836071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7662610265733836071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-3-you-are-woman-not-little-girl.html' title='chapter 3:  you are woman, not little girl'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3648626674924103773</id><published>2010-01-02T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:42:47.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;somehow i think i may need 2010 resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;btw, new year greeted me with broken laptop. i hate to admit this, i need to buy a new one:( i've been thinking of buying macbook. we will see. i need to find the most resistant laptop!haha. speaking of 2010, a lot of things will be on my plate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;1) turning 22.how flattered is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;2) my final degree year. pray for coming graduation day.it's December.ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;those two are predictable. i have no idea bout the unexpected ones though. whether it's expected or the other one, i hope i nailed them. most importantly, i wish for better attitudes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;p/s: better writing should be included in resolution list too, i think.&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/4434230538949436539-3648626674924103773?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3648626674924103773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3648626674924103773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010.html' title='it&apos;s 2010'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7939460447582724391</id><published>2009-12-27T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:28:26.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku bukanlah superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;aku bukanlah superman, aku juga bisa nangis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i was at level 3 of TSC (Tampin shopping centre yo!). i was waiting for my sis paying for double a batteries. the stationery set catched my glimpse. the kids must be over the moon while getting the brand new school items.i've been there :p i browsing the school related stuffs, killing time. the 'upin ipin' drawing block caught my attention. upin and ipin are cute, i admit. but there was weird urge of sketching struck me. i'm holding the drawing block and  had a monologue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;' i should try sketching'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'm not good at all in art. better trust me. there sometimes in life, we wanna try to do something different. they might be typical, whilst alien to ourselves. human have desire, that's my theory. make a wish to Allah, even though it seems unreachable. it might you, not for Him.&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/4434230538949436539-7939460447582724391?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7939460447582724391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7939460447582724391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/aku-bukanlah-superman.html' title='aku bukanlah superman'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7228744377059704123</id><published>2009-12-24T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:45:02.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 cents worth sincerity</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apabila matinya anak Adam, maka putuslah segala amalannya, kecuali 3 perkara iaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sedekah jariah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ilmu yang memberi manfaat&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anak soleh yang mendoakannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET SINCERELY DONATE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) AKAUN CIMB: 0506-0000034-10-0 (SURAU NURHIDAYAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)  HUBUNGI BENDAHARI: 019-2575680&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURAU NURHIDAYAH TAMPIN, NEGERI SEMBILAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;if pakcik (ajk surau) have their own FB or tweeter, it will be blast! it's not reason for extramarital affairs whatsoever! but for promoting and advertising beneficial activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7228744377059704123?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7228744377059704123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7228744377059704123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-cents-worth-sincerity.html' title='5 cents worth sincerity'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7232263160837391856</id><published>2009-12-15T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:30:33.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your 1st Birhday, Darl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not gonna write you a love song cause you  asked for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause you need one, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it has been like almost 1 year i've been blogging.frankly speaking, it all started with the blog reading. i enjoy reading others' thoughts and reflection. for me, it is the reflection of wisdom.and to be honest i'm not that good in writing.hehe. but this one thing i am consistently have passion in it.indeed there sometimes i slipped away.not updating my baby blog for about 2 weeks! at the very beginning, i was finding what my signature writing would be. what should i write about. furthermore, how exposed can i be? to what extent i can unveil my thougts. cos blogging is form of self expression. when you express yourself, there's tendency of your privacy being violated.(bajet semua orang baca blog lak!haha). i'm also concern bout who might be my lucky readers* grin*. i'm so anxious if my close ones read my blog.haha. there's adrenaline rush. i prefer being secret writer.then who i address my blog to? so that's why my roomie attempt to put my blog link in YM. but slowly i learn to be open bout it.everyone is more than welcomed to read my humble princess diaries. i really hope you gain something from it.the good ones of course!everyone has their own melody, come on write your song babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p/s: honesty can reach heart.hope i could reach yours:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7232263160837391856?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7232263160837391856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7232263160837391856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-your-1st-birhday-darl.html' title='it&apos;s your 1st Birhday, Darl.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7044010708274167418</id><published>2009-12-15T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:35:49.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2:  embark on motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd week of my summer love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;we went to the Zoo Melaka.three of us.me, adik and little Danish.obviously the zoo treat is none other for him! don't worry i'm not gonna to blabbing bout zoo experience. but i am so touched by the fact that there are parents taking an off-day to spend quality time at zoo:0 making their kids leap happily. danish didn't have a complain at all. he was like really into the visit. when are we going to see elephant? when are we going to see tiger? haha.making the aunts sweats off fat.lol. did'nt i just mentioned that i'm not gonna blabbing on zoo experience? pardon me.we headed to Melaka Mall afterwards.  for the sake of converting ringgit into rupiah.Aku akan jadi jutawan pantas!haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;while waiting for the person in-charge of money changer, i bumped into my ex-classmate.we haven't seen each other for about 9 years.phew. she was like in disbelief when seeing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i put on weight. that could be the most reliable theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ni anak kau ke?&lt;/span&gt;  she was referring to Danish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i gave her finger. not the middle one.next to it. meaning still no ring stuck on my finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;before we bid goodbye, she murmured: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawen jemput aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;of course! i will.not only you.but all of our ex-classmates:p insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is not permitted to the Sun to catch up the Moon, nor can the Night outstrip the Day: Each (just) swims along in (its own) orbit (according to Law). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;                                                                                                                  (36: 40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;everything goes in order.you meet someone right for you.you know the rest of story:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://saifulislam.com/?p=2105"&gt;sunnatullah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.that's the key. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7044010708274167418?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7044010708274167418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7044010708274167418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-2-embark-on-motherhood.html' title='chapter 2:  embark on motherhood'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6020244794305521037</id><published>2009-12-03T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:04:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 1: model scout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st week of my summer love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thursday is pasar tani day. my grandma would be the happiest in my house. as my sister always mentioned: going to pasar tani is like going for shopping spree. woman and shopping can't be separated after all:p. my sis would be the driver of the day. to put it more nicely, my granny's companion for going to the market. that's why she's an expert of the fish.just name it, she knows all existed species of fish!haha. for the sake of 'fish' reason, i was forced to go to the market today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kakak ikutlah nenek ke pasar, kenal sikit ikan'&lt;/span&gt; uttered my mom. that sounds pretty educational.i'm buying with the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the three of us hit the pasar tani. then we stopped by at tis stall,selling seafoods. i was like  kids learning their ABC's. i can tell you now how to differentiate tenggiri and ikan parang. ehem. out of no where, there was a guy approaching us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unknown: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assalamualaikum. maaf mengganggu. saya lihat cik ni ada potensi untuk.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gasp. potential to be a model? i always read the stories behind the successful supermodels. they normally been scouted by the modelling agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;continued:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unknown: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potensi untuk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; berjaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he reached out for his business card. honestly, i keep it.who knows i might need the job in future.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what intrigued me the most is that the capability of seeing potential. please ignore the the model part.i always in the laidback mode which is sometimes unnecessary. i shouldn't just sit back when i potentially can shine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shining brightly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reach your dreams&lt;/span&gt;.may you become the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brightest&lt;/span&gt; you can be. at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;utmost&lt;/span&gt; you can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: i went to the workshop for servicing my sis's viva. amazed by how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt; the mechanics are.FYI, i'm not checking them out or whatsoever.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-6020244794305521037?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6020244794305521037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6020244794305521037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-1-model-scout.html' title='chapter 1: model scout'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1354467158899212910</id><published>2009-11-30T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:33:39.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cinta memungkinkan segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda agree with tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ku percaya ada cinta by siti nurhaliza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1354467158899212910?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1354467158899212910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1354467158899212910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cinta-memungkinkan-segala-i-kinda-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8790133452531576231</id><published>2009-11-27T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:21:17.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes a song is a song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2 years consecutively celebrating eid adha at Tampin, call me lucky please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;friend: are you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; family type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's up to your definition of 'family type'. it has broad spectrum of definition.like beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. you might define beauty with pointed nose, fair skin or being skinny.it is relative and subjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; appreciate what we have today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. it's the key to happiness. i'm still learning bout it too.it ain't easy. ungrateful and hard to be pleased are common occurrence. complaining and jealousy are human nature. despite those, it is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;pakngah: kakak, sejak akhir-akhir ni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;monologue: i gain weight.it's obvious i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;pakngah: kakak makin kurus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;auw, that makes you my favorite pakcik, pakngah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;p/s: just realize that my nenek never fails to make us burst into laughter. her jokes i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8790133452531576231?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8790133452531576231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8790133452531576231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-makes-song-is-song.html' title='what makes a song is a song'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6968136511228076106</id><published>2009-11-10T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:26:39.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot and cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;it was scorching in Melbourne since last week. it was like really hot. u'll get sweating even while having your meal.  unlike jogging during winter. heh. and luckily it's exam week.it means that i don't have to be outside. i make myself grounded  for this pass few days. the scorching days are so unusual when comparing to the last November. there must be tweets or FB status related to this 'hotness'. but this is not the case during winter. it was freezing cold, no doubt. i do not restrained myself from going out that time. it's not a big deal.cause somehow i'm feeling the coldness won't hurt me as much as the scorching days. it feels like i'm gonna be okay. i can survive the coldness if i'm putting more gpieces of clothes. how to survive scorching days? whatever it is, hopefully we dress according to what we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;girl: OMG.our boys might having difficulties in lowering their gaze during this summer. this summer is hot.but the girls getting hotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;then 2  topless guys passing by. girls gotta lower their gaze too:p&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/4434230538949436539-6968136511228076106?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6968136511228076106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6968136511228076106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-and-cold.html' title='hot and cold'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-803550921949512697</id><published>2009-11-04T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:53:51.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about SWOT vac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. this is officially the 1st week of SWOT VAC for tis sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. at 4th sem that i only know what's SWOT VAC stands for.it's study without teaching vacation.how's flattering is that. i used to think tis acronym stands for Strength, Weaknesses, Opportunity and Threat. 1 week wouldn't be enough for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3. i would love if the SWOT VAC being extended for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4. there is high susceptibility of weight gain. been starving all the time.6x meals a must.owh, missing those times at MRSM. Dewan Selera to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5. just realize the fact that it's the first time of proper revision in the sem.for most of the subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6.been grateful that 'give up' never cross her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7. wanna wish my readers best of luck for the coming exams.it's not bout what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="hyg"&gt;1.Proclaim! (or read!)                in the name of thy Lord and Cherisher, Who created- &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Created man, out of                a (mere) clot of congealed blood: &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proclaim! And thy                Lord is Most Bountiful,- &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He Who taught (the                use of) the pen,- &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taught man that which                he knew not.                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (al-'Alaq, 1-5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hyg"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-803550921949512697?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/803550921949512697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/803550921949512697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-about-swot-vac.html' title='all about SWOT vac'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4035746612732196910</id><published>2009-11-01T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:02:39.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is she Blair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakak, i always wanna update my blog..but it seems i failed to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not updating blog for 1 week gives her headache. of course not. but it's one of the concerns lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hik. i always have tis urge to update the blog but ended up with blank stare at blank pages. i couldn't think the best words to write on my blog. enough for the  whining. btw, speaking of updates, my house mates and i have tis new rule. i should put it as culture instead.we gotta to speak English when having our meals together.haha. it's funny yet so cute in a way. it's not just about ' can i have the petai?' basis questions. we tried to go deeper in our conversation. those girlish stuffs etc. like does pink lip gloss match with yellow outfit? i'm bluffing. where's the honesty waheeda? haha. i really enjoying the chaos when we burst into laughter. haha . i couldn't say more. have a meal with us and you know what i mean. yup, bring your lunch box too. not the  empty  one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: i used to have tis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'bla'&lt;/span&gt; feeling when i heard someone speaking in English (for Malays obviously. i can't blame Justin Timberlake) . but know i have tis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'blair' &lt;/span&gt;feeling. it means awesomeness. u can speak 2 languages fluently. who knows maybe the 3rd one could be arabic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' ana waheeda'.  'ana  talibah'.  ' ana  jamilah' (giggle).  alert: they are not 3 ana siblings or whatsoever. ana means 'i am'. waheeda is my name.talibah means a female student. jamilah is.... ask your ustaz instead. you wouldn't trust me if i'm saying i am pretty.haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4035746612732196910?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4035746612732196910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4035746612732196910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-she-blair.html' title='is she Blair?'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-368517775960891135</id><published>2009-10-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:23:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>non recyclable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneak peek of my exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;16/11:  pharmaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17/11: drugs that shape society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;19/11: techniques in molecular science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20/11: biotechnology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25/11- 24/2/2010: summer break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.3 months break is like ages? aren't they? i should start planning for my summer break.literally after exam revision i suppose. bear in mind Waheeda, time can't be recycled. once you let it go, it won't come back. who knows tis might be the last long break.even maternity leave won't be as long as this.unless u married to your boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-368517775960891135?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/368517775960891135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/368517775960891135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/non-recyclable.html' title='non recyclable.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1914827204045316334</id><published>2009-10-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:36:11.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the reason is U</title><content type='html'>consecutively heart breaking posts make me sick.hehe.i know it makes my wonderful readers sick too:) enough of melancholic chapter.let's move on. i bumped into my friend that is 8 months heavily pregnant. she's blooming i can tell you.she's so happy. i can see that.and i'm happy for her too. she told me how nervous she is as she'll be due in 4 weeks time. and there i am cheering her up.that's only can i do. urm speaking of angel, i just found out that my ex classmate just get hitched:) she's officially Mrs now. and the lucky man none other than that someone i know. i'm totally startled as i never expect that she's going to get married at this age. again, i'm happy for her. i'll make sure that we'll be the wedding crashers. no i'm not going to.i'll be his best man.NO. i'll be her guest:)&lt;br /&gt;being here at tis moment really change my perspective. i used to think that marriage is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;. i mean that everyone has to get married.cos that's the way it is.no reasons and no doubt for marriage. but now i learn that there must be valid reasons for getting married.i respect those reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met one bangladeshi woman in prayer room.she was with her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her question breaking the silence. yet breaking my heart too.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No. I am not. I'm 21 but lots mistaken me as 27-28 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried my best to justify her question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully there's wife material qualities in me instead of looking old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait who says mama can't look hot and young? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my mom is one of the hot mamas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1914827204045316334?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1914827204045316334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1914827204045316334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-reason-is-u.html' title='and the reason is U'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8688951098296493825</id><published>2009-10-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:22:56.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You.Tubes.Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eHczFh1yig&amp;amp;hl=en&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/4eHczFh1yig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: that explains a lot bout my absurd results all tis while. at least it's still before the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8688951098296493825?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8688951098296493825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8688951098296493825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/youtubesme.html' title='You.Tubes.Me.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8904621410464064360</id><published>2009-10-16T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:53:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words speak louder than action?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I havent seen it in awhile, since he brought you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You say you find I know you better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Hey, Whatcha doing with a guy like that?&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/4434230538949436539-8904621410464064360?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8904621410464064360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8904621410464064360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-speak-louder-than-action.html' title='words speak louder than action?'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1327012796090794495</id><published>2009-10-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:47:46.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's fair and square</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki yang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; untuk perempuan yang&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; baik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lelaki yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; jahat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;untuk perempuan yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;jahat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's rule of thumb. so i can't do anything if u wanna be a jerk. but hopefully u'll find light along the way. it's genuine hope.trust me. and to all wonderful and amazing persons out there, never stop being yourself.cause you'll find there will be a happy ending.trust me.have faith in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1327012796090794495?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1327012796090794495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1327012796090794495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-fair-and-square.html' title='it&apos;s fair and square'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3414950479657466530</id><published>2009-10-14T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:55:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u'll be tested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's not always smooth-sailing in life. we might achieve whatever we dream of but at the same time we might lose something. there are lot of things on my plate lately. stuffs  involve with emotional attachment sort of thing. i learn a lot.how people being selfish yet still being able to justify their actions. how people easily lost in worldly desires; wealth, beauty, power and status.just name it.worldly desires will never find an ending. we engaging  too much in adornment  and  straying  away from the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Dear Allah, make me strong enough to brave the storms. make my beloved ones strong enough too. draw us near You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes from movie called 'Waitress'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm happy enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the keyword is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3414950479657466530?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3414950479657466530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3414950479657466530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ull-be-tested.html' title='u&apos;ll be tested'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2050841877435333313</id><published>2009-10-07T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:00:18.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't speak</title><content type='html'>i always have tis big sigh when day approaching night lately. it's because there's still heaps of things to be done but the day has come to an end.then i think would it be great if u don't have to sleep at night. then i came across one ayat from surah Ibrahim after performing Ishaa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And He hath made                subject to you the sun and the moon, both diligently pursuing their                courses; and the night and the day hath he (also) made subject to                you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  ( 14:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be complaining bout the nature.He got me.In good way absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2050841877435333313?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2050841877435333313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2050841877435333313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-speak.html' title='don&apos;t speak'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2906666314505445694</id><published>2009-10-04T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:13:43.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hati kering</title><content type='html'>i dont wanna be someone that is heartless.please.&lt;br /&gt;    i hate for being one.&lt;br /&gt;    Dear Allah, make me the one who can feel their own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hormonal influence is superb. it's His after all.in fact everything under the sun is all His. do not being not so smart by not asking from Him. I pray that i'm all controlled during lab session tomorrow. and for the prince charming too.i mean later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2906666314505445694?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2906666314505445694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2906666314505445694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/hati-kering.html' title='hati kering'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4793560064065380963</id><published>2009-09-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:23:05.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku muzik dan kamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Pemain Cinta - Ada Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tak habis pikir ku jadinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kau bisa membuatku cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meskipun tlah berulang kali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kau begitu asyik mendua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sudah cukup saja, sikapi kegilaanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sebelum sukmaku, kau cabik dan perih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wahai dirimu pemain cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Penikmat nafsu dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walau dirimu begitu indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maaf kau tak pantas bagiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Direlung kalbu yang terdalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Getaran asmara masih tersisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Memang dalam bermain cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kadang kau terlihat sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eloknya parasmu rabunkan mata batinku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ku harus berpaling meski kau memohon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bridge :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Apa yang kau dambakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dalam duniamu yang sungguh palsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Terpikirkah olehmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Untuk dapatkan cinta yang sejati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4793560064065380963?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4793560064065380963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4793560064065380963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/aku-muzik-dan-kamu.html' title='aku muzik dan kamu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-384358409039956838</id><published>2009-09-26T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:22:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so over you</title><content type='html'>letting go and get over with something are hard to do. i'm always thinking that i'm good in  those things. unfortunately, i am not. i have tendency to forget bout things instead of getting over them.i mean all bitter things here. things that you wish being vanished.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered one instance when i was 14 i guess.we're out to play bowling. it was family outing. i was unsuccessful in attempt to knock down even a single pin.i ended up crying.seriously.that was so pathetic.i became reluctant to try again. there were great supporters of mine yet i was still in doubt. after the game, we dropped by a souvenir shop nearby. surprisingly, my mum bought me something.it's a fridge magnet. written on it: '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; when faced with a challenge, look  for a way, not a way out'&lt;/span&gt;.  i think it shouldn't be stick on the fridge.instead stick on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm online even it's already asar. then there's a hadeeth on tv 3 saying bout people who procrastinating their solat. that's a worthy reminder. dear Allah, u're so Merciful. i better get going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-384358409039956838?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/384358409039956838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/384358409039956838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-over-you.html' title='i&apos;m so over you'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-397663367782672335</id><published>2009-09-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:39:50.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont wanna miss a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/Sr75NX0nR7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bv8tTzLKJgw/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/Sr75NX0nR7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bv8tTzLKJgw/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386016212510001074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/Sr74kgec_jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AbVRahx7bXs/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/Sr74kgec_jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AbVRahx7bXs/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386015510458334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     laughing and reminiscing all day.we even got our duit raya.btw, we're primary  school  buddy. 12 years of friendship:) home is home after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so grateful for being right here at tis moment. celebrating raya at hometown is such perfection.i need to admit. being able to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faces of your loved ones&lt;/span&gt;.that feeling is beyond description.families, friends or even strangers, they all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i'll be missing takbir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tampin's version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i grew up listening to tis version.hehe. maybe celebrating raya at Melbourne next year will be a blast? i do have curiosity about the feeling of rayaing at oversea.that's so metaphor. hopefully i'm not crying like a baby on the 1st raya.wish me luck peeps:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-397663367782672335?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/397663367782672335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/397663367782672335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='i dont wanna miss a thing'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/Sr75NX0nR7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bv8tTzLKJgw/s72-c/IMG_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5512197152941852941</id><published>2009-09-22T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:55:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pan-asian</title><content type='html'>i bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Natasha Hudson&lt;/span&gt;. she was in the same flight ( Kota Bharu to KLIA). and of course i'm on economy class.&lt;br /&gt;she wore no make up, she still look good though.she's super slim.&lt;br /&gt;what a small world&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm googling bout her. she's writing on blog too. she has quite impressive and reflective thought. i'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: trying not to judge roses by their smells,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5512197152941852941?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5512197152941852941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5512197152941852941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/pan-asian.html' title='pan-asian'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7632134353084399851</id><published>2009-09-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:45:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of sambal tempoyak</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;having sambal tempoyak, sambal ikan sembilang, masak lemak, sushi king 4 breaking fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i'm home:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7632134353084399851?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7632134353084399851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7632134353084399851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-sambal-tempoyak.html' title='of sambal tempoyak'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1964100458716002769</id><published>2009-09-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:39:55.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2009 Ramadhan nearly to the end. it's less than a week. how time flies. there were countless iftar invitations and countable times that i really cooked for meal. thanks for all the free iftars;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what i like bout tis Ramadhan is being able to catch up with my dearies.  even  it's  just sharing  a plate of  food,  it feels  we're getting  closer someway.  unless  u're  finishing the food,  i don't think it works out.haha. lab classes are one of the prominent event. redo the experiments during tis Holy month is all bout patience. being patience even though u screwed up and letting yourself down. every cloud has a silver lining, Waheeda. that what makes my Ramadhan even more special. opportunity for learning life lessons.thank You for that.for everything, the fact that i'll be going back home for Raya..that's perfected my Ramadhan experience. what else can i wish for:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n the name of Allah, The Most Gracious and Merciful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O you who believe! Fasting is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may acquire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taqwa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                          (al Baqarah: 183)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt; Abu          Dhar Jundub bin Junadah and Abu Abdul Rahman Mu’adh bin Jabal, &lt;i&gt;radiyallahu          anhuma&lt;/i&gt;, reported that the Messenger of Allah, &lt;i&gt;sallallahu 'alayhi          wasallam&lt;/i&gt;, said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Fear Allah            wherever you may be; follow up an evil deed with a good one which will            wipe (the former) out, and behave good-naturedly towards people.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;[Al-Tirmidhi          relates it, saying: It is a good &lt;i&gt;(hasan)&lt;/i&gt; Tradition. In some copies          he says: It is a good and genuine (&lt;i&gt;hasan&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; sahih&lt;/i&gt;) Hadith.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan, hope to see ya next year. perhaps with heart melting love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1964100458716002769?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1964100458716002769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1964100458716002769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-love.html' title='with love :)'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3358181865467329517</id><published>2009-09-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:45:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for me</title><content type='html'>being qualified to vote is significant event once u reached 21 years old. if i were asked back years ago about what it's all bout being 21?  'i can cast my vote during election' definitely would be my  answer.  there's  election thingy  going on at  uni tis week. candidates from student council basically chasing out each of students.  they are everywhere.except in the toilet. they will talk to you on and on so that u'l vote for them.i never being stopped by any of the candidates. not until today. i was  rush to the wilson hall.yes peeps i'm gonna sit for my last mid sem test paper. then came a tall guy in red shirt.' hello miss' with very bright smile curved on his lips. he's running for education bureau position and he's from Stand Up party. metaphorically, we're barely to stand up as the wind blew hysterically. 'Dear Allah, do not let my hijab get blew or something'. 'if u want for better education, please vote for us' reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi'.There u go.i'm lucky. my test would be in about 5 minutes times. ' Do you support Palestine?' she asked me.'Yup'. She unfolded her story. she's representative from Y party.she told me that X party is pro- zionism and they rule for racism. they try to stop any activities related to palestine issue awareness. whereas that's what Y party work for.They conducted for Palestin awareness campaign almost for every semester.they aim for justice and human right.i'm not sure if the claim bout X is true.hopefully it's none other than truth. i was amazed by the fact that even student council want to go against the minority. the world is getting meaner. that's the ugly truth. i changed my mind.i wanna cast my vote for university election.i wanna vote for justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: eligible voter for malaysia 's general election too.that would be  harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3358181865467329517?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3358181865467329517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3358181865467329517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/vote-for-me.html' title='vote for me'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8136648940779550966</id><published>2009-09-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:20:07.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u ask for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Monday is not my favorite day to be honest. i woke up lazily realizing i have 10 am to 5 pm class.awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i haven't finish my report writing too.coolness. so i need to stay at library in pursuit of diligence (mengarut saja). alhamdulillah i made it.  that's why i heart you library. being in library can boost your concentration somehow. u'll be paying more attention to random people passing by.nope. i mean doing your academic related stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the prac class commenced at 2 pm.  i've never thought it will be the unusual one. i messed up. seriously messed up whle doing the prac. i forgot to add reagents before incubating solutions. the results derived from experiment are not making sense. forcing me and my pair to stay  for 30 minutes after class. i'm seriously do not have an idea on how on earth the demonstrator  is  so  cool whenever  we messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;we being asked to repeat one of the experiments.cos the result was bizarre. it's like alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i felt like crying. it's not about we're not having the good results.  i felt exhausted but i need to keep going on. i reminded myself stop being pathetic. this is just one of the rejections.there lots to come in future.especially when you're in working field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;at the end of the class, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Lecturer: Girls, this is example of bad practical habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  Make sure you do your prac carefully next time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i take it as lovely and fatherly concern.and not as warning cos i might be pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you wanna live happily, have a happy life then. the autonomy is all yours. that's the lesson that i learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8136648940779550966?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8136648940779550966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8136648940779550966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-ask-for-it.html' title='u ask for it'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2272791795271991423</id><published>2009-09-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:46:54.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no .i'm not hit on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;He looks aimlessly. He seems incomplete. He seems worry on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That's what the girl thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The girl catches a glimpse on his desk. Empty. She rummages her bag.Looking for something that can be offered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse me, do you have an eraser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take this.I do have extra one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic.Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;She doesn't has second thought for that. She really hopes that a guy will understand that she's trying to be nice. and not being flirtatious. &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/4434230538949436539-2272791795271991423?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2272791795271991423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2272791795271991423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-im-not-hit-on-you.html' title='no .i&apos;m not hit on you'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8602129962459153672</id><published>2009-09-02T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:26:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abstinence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Some people argue that abstinence it's NOT the best solution. For example, abstinence from alcohol is believed to be futile attempt to minimize the harms of alcohol.i'm not saying that.but the journal said so (what's wrong type writer?). i do believe that abstinence works best in certain conditions. like prohibition from consuming alcohol, prohibition from committing adultery.  it's  to keep  us  away  from the  harmful  effects.  it's  like  prohibition  from using lift when there's fire onset. emergency stairs need to be used in this situation. what i want to reiterate is that in certain times, we need to do things that  we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; to do.not what we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: the abstinence from do shopping seems to work out. big claps for me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8602129962459153672?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8602129962459153672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8602129962459153672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/abstinence.html' title='abstinence'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7272586911179811432</id><published>2009-08-31T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:18:12.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6 assignments and 4 mid sem tests. i dont wanna make it sounds like whining.more to reminder for myself. but i do have complaints.that's human nature.i already sat for the 1st test this morning.it was awesome (being positive is good enough for now). honestly, this semester really makes me feel like university student. it's not like i'm wearing uniform to uni before.haish.it's all about being independent.here comes all the philosophy ya. i wanna being a passionate learner.that's the ultimate goal. Passion. then in the midst of busyness, i started to realize that it's about&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3 weeks before going back home:)&lt;/span&gt; it's more than enough to make my heart leaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So,verily with every difficulty, there is relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al-Insyirah, 6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p/s: keep going on peeps.there's always relief comes with difficulty.it's an immortal promise.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7272586911179811432?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7272586911179811432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7272586911179811432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-make-it-through-rain.html' title='I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE RAIN'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-12955240689317185</id><published>2009-08-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:24:48.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Mengaji</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ramadhan and Noble Quran is strongly associated.Like Upin and Ipin.Even trillions much more stronger relationship. there is no BFF that can beat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The month of Ramadan is the one in which the Quran was sent down, a guidance for mankind, clear proofs for the guidance, the Criterion; so whoever amongst you witnesses this month, let him fast it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2:185)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Further, Fatimah (may Allah be pleased with her) narrated from her father (may Allah bless him and grant him peace), who told her that Jibril would rehearse the Quran with him (in Ramadan) once every year, and he did so twice in the year of his death. (Bukhari 6/485&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;After all, Noble Quran is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; words. Primary source, it's not being quoted.That makes Quran magnificent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;p/s: selamat membaca:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-12955240689317185?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/12955240689317185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/12955240689317185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/mari-mengaji.html' title='Mari Mengaji'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3131036143954263574</id><published>2009-08-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:30:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orang putih ke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;english is my second language. what's an obvious statement here. i never imagined that i ended up doing my degree at the country which English is the native language. i do have problems when it comes to language barrier. i always opt to keep silent. very unwise one. being able to deliver my opinions in class is an achievement. the marks doesn't matter:p i already in my 4th sem of my degree. i only have 1 same class with my 'biotech buddy' ( hopefully you are reading tis miss nazihah). i thought i would be a loner (loner can rock the world too.if you are like peyton sawyer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;thanx God, i'm not a loner. i have few new friends that i met during class. they are mostly chineses.who cares. this enforces me to communicate in English. not just 'asking queries based communication' anymore. we do have academic conversation, girls conversation and daily basis conversation. it's so metaphor when being 21 make u realize that u should practicing English, which should be realized  when you  are 12. whatever it is, i'm glad cos it adds color to my life. at least in future, i do not exaggerate the anxiousness to speak in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:i am malay drama lover.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;nur kasih&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3131036143954263574?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3131036143954263574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3131036143954263574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/orang-putih-ke.html' title='orang putih ke?'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8512264521753715399</id><published>2009-08-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:10:29.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's RAMADHAN people</title><content type='html'>we're already in Ramadhan month:) a blessed month and yup a month before eid...yip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird sounds&lt;/span&gt; as if it's my first time fasting.sigh.it's okay then it's the first day of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan alert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - say no to purchase idle talk&lt;br /&gt; - lower your gaze waheeda, i know that's hard. it's just like turning the volume down while   listening to your favorite song ever.then it's achievable.&lt;br /&gt;-  do not overeating, overspending. all the OVERs are dont's.&lt;br /&gt;-  fully utilize your Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing all of you the best and blast Ramadhan ever. Hope u'll find what you wish for in tis Ramadhan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kalau suka cakap suka.jangan ambil kesempatan ok.loud yet truthful.double wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8512264521753715399?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8512264521753715399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8512264521753715399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-ramadhan-people.html' title='it&apos;s RAMADHAN people'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5944549749340338895</id><published>2009-08-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:19:30.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tips rambut cantik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yay. trip with house mates to Mornington  was  a blast.yippie. we even had our very 1st horse&lt;br /&gt;riding at some place. 38 aud for 50 minutes. that's pretty affordable if u're not converting to ringgit malaysia please. adrenaline rushed in my body.anxiety strikes me. have i done the right thing. or should i wait for 50 minutes instead of riding horse? i do not mind give a helping hand to feed the horses what ever. then something popped out:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And Who has created all the pairs and has appointed for you ships and cattle on which you ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   In order that you may mount firmly on their backs, and then may remember the Favour of your Lord when you mount thereon, and say: "Glory to Him who has subjected this to us, and we could never have it (by our efforts)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Az-Zukhruf ( 12-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is dua' for riding vehicles. it's applicable for horse riding too. i feel quite relieved. the horse would be nice to me.hopefully. i ended up as last person  while getting our helmets ( i do realize that my head is exquisitely large..haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: it's okay to wear hijab, but you need to let your hair down.it wont fit your helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: grin.making cute faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: i used to wear hijab before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: making jokes. no i am not. ( wait..is it HIJAB? or hedge? or hijb?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her honesty slammed my subconsciousness. i just wanna fantasizing   a   fairytale   story.  a  princess  who loves  to ride  and  loved  by  horses ...haha.  then comes the prince checking me out if i'm okay. enough waheeda. u might throw up sausages u had for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciated her honesty.really appreciated it. she unfolded her story throughout 50 minutes riding.  thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;, i ended up as last horse rider too.i maybe missed the story if i'm not the last person.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt; might be eavesdropping too.haish gossip folk sungguh. mentang mentang kuda yg girlie ( kuda betina sounds mean.heh). i'm more to listening rather than giving responses while she unfolded her story.i do wanna say something. but i couldn't. deep down  inside i hope she'll find the light. i wanna tell her and the whole world that :&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allah is most compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: .yearning for beach  horse riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4434230538949436539-5944549749340338895?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5944549749340338895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5944549749340338895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/tips-rambut-cantik.html' title='tips rambut cantik'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7137355930822664800</id><published>2009-08-13T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:09:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sn5AUQ2szmI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/Y49aqbvWg1w/s400/ramis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sn5AUQ2szmI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/Y49aqbvWg1w/s400/ramis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When i grow up&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        i wanna be anything that i could think of. i wanna be tv presenter, i wanna be teacher, i wanna be model, i wanna be businesswoman.the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When i grow up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i wanna marry my prince charming&lt;/span&gt;. i wanna have happy ending fairytale story. i wanna have big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Now,&lt;/span&gt; i want to grow up to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; person in everything i do. i want to grow up to be as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; as i can. i want to grow up appreciating those around me. i want to grow up understanding myself better. i want to grow up becoming a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7137355930822664800?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7137355930822664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7137355930822664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/Sn5AUQ2szmI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/Y49aqbvWg1w/s72-c/ramis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6237635545332458477</id><published>2009-08-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:29:08.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unni.oppa.ahjushi</title><content type='html'>today is Monday. i never know that most people hate Monday until i came here. that makes sense.it's the 1st day of week to kick off after   spending the weekends leisurely. i'm only  wishing Monday would be smooth- sailing day, a good day just like any other days. let me recap this week Monday's story. i met with 2 Chinese friends and a random Korean traveler. interesting. i met them in the same day. one of them is my ex- tute mate a year ago. one of them is my prac mate that i will be seeing for the next 12 weeks. and i'm not sure if i'll be seeing the third one in future.she's  Korean traveler that asked me for direction. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;only the present that can be controlled. past remain in our memory. while future can only be planned  and subjected to circumstances. i found one related saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana; color: black;"&gt;Imam Ali RA. Ia melukiskan bahwa "saat" itu hanya ada tiga, iaitu (yang) berlalu dan tak dapat diharapkan lagi, maka jadikanlah ia sebagai pelajaran; (yang) kini pasti adanya, jadikanlah ia peluang; dan yang akan datang, tapi ingatlah, boleh jadi ia akan menjadi milik orang lain. Pegang yang pasti, jangan diperdaya oleh esok, dan jangan pula menghadirkan keresahan esok ke hari ini. Kerana, yang demikian itu hanya akan menambah beban diri. "Tahukah Anda bagaimana waktu mencuri usia manusia?" demikian seorang bijak bertanya dengan nada yang retorik. Ia menjawab, "Waktu mencurinya melalui hari esok yang melalaikannya tentang hari ini (dengan menunda), sampai usianya habis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: not so bad Monday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-6237635545332458477?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6237635545332458477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6237635545332458477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/unnioppaahjushi.html' title='unni.oppa.ahjushi'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3789393362383655121</id><published>2009-08-08T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:05:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busybody la</title><content type='html'>the new sem just started for about 2 weeks. but seriously it feels like 12 weeks. there's already assignments, homeworks etc. stop whining waheeda.PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f u cant reach me on phone. if i don't reply ur sms. pardon me. if i'm not there when i suppose to.i'm sorry. i just get to know what's like being busy. i only used to be busybody. that kind of thing.that's my flaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" dir="ltr"&gt; Sekalian makhluk yang ada di langit dan di bumi sentiasa berhajat dan memohon kepadaNya. Tiap-tiap masa Ia di dalam urusan (mencipta dan mentadbirkan makhluk-makhlukNya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ar Rahman: 29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;ask from Him indeed:) He never leave us even He's extremely busy.u always can reach Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p/s: favorite quote of the day: If u catch the sun, your  shadow will follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="hyg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3789393362383655121?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3789393362383655121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3789393362383655121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/busybody-la.html' title='busybody la'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2509873992694157831</id><published>2009-08-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:00:54.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over you</title><content type='html'>i always thought that i can get over things easily. that's not the case.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the cat on my way to class. he's like Garfield. i couldn't stop myself from touching Garfield.it feels like ages that i haven't touch cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye bye Garfield. Tears welled in my eyes. He reminds me of someone. Someone that already gone. But life must move on. There are certain things that u cant get over them. cause they are part of you. if we get over them, how's the other part can move on? we will be incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2509873992694157831?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2509873992694157831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2509873992694157831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/over-you.html' title='over you'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8884405835883953675</id><published>2009-08-04T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:50:40.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan ada benci</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; not judge people&lt;br /&gt;because we might have no time to&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8884405835883953675?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8884405835883953675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8884405835883953675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/jangan-ada-benci.html' title='jangan ada benci'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1248239900802952936</id><published>2009-08-01T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:59:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buat aku tersenyum</title><content type='html'>i was totally rejected the idea for cycling to university. i am so mesmerized by the fact that  some juniors  cycling to  uni.it was  nearly  30  minutes cycling i reckon. they look petite yet their physical strength not to be underestimated. furthermore, i never cycling on road. house's compound area, that's the only territory. i cannot imagining clumsy me on bicycle get honked by drivers. until one fine day, i got the chance to cycle.thanx 2 housemate. her old skool bicycle is irresistible. i was like the 4 years old girl got her 1st bike. they were several potential victims that day.they can tell that i'm not used to cycling. alhamdulillah, nobody gets injured.we arrived home safely that day. then 2nd time, i got the chance to cycle again. we're cycling around the park. the feeling is like when u're on merry goes around. serious talk. thus makes me contemplate to buy 2nd hand bike:)&lt;br /&gt;still undecided..we will see. cycling can be listed as one of things that make me happy. how i wish every encounter can amuse you. can curve your smile. one more thing is that life is all about changes. maybe in future you'll like something that you dislike for years. we never know. just ask Him for the best. doesn't matter riding a bike or driving truck makes you happy. just ask Him. He always hear us. forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kita memang tidak boleh menjadi orang lain,tapi kita boleh menjadi orang yang lebih baik'&lt;/span&gt;. enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1248239900802952936?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1248239900802952936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1248239900802952936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/buat-aku-tersenyum.html' title='buat aku tersenyum'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6151799751992737250</id><published>2009-07-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:06:15.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pilihlah aku jadi pacarmu</title><content type='html'>i used to think that MCQ is way more easier than any other question types (short answer, essay etc). cos they are options given. we only have to make a guess which one is the right option aka the appropriate answer. but that's not the case. even there are possible answers, we still have to choose one answer.circle only one answer. the options given are tricky ones. they seems right but they are not. that's so my 1st week in sem 4. i learned a lot when it comes to making decision. there are plenty choices, but you only need the definite one to decide. u wanna wear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red socks&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow socks&lt;/span&gt;? u make the choice. i'm changing my subjects over and over again. i do not want to be regret.that's why i keep changing them.i do feel that i've chosen the best subjects for me. now, i rest my case.pray to Him that i'll be alright. pray to Him that i'll be fine.most importantly pray to Him that i never leave Him.even the subjects are so whatever.never leave Him even i'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: feeling more like grown-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-6151799751992737250?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6151799751992737250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6151799751992737250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/pilihlah-aku-jadi-pacarmu.html' title='pilihlah aku jadi pacarmu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5041482374839872290</id><published>2009-07-24T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:12:11.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>milik siapakah jejaka ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my bf looks like shah rukh khan. with dark hair and dark skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not mine. let me clear things up. he's someone bf. natasha. girl sat next to me during flight back to Melbourne. what a household name. even young girl from oz knows him. that's not my point.&lt;br /&gt;people always wanna make comparisons. comparisons to justify ourselves.totally my humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: favorite quote of  the day: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islam will never leave you. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5041482374839872290?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5041482374839872290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5041482374839872290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/bollywoodbollywood.html' title='milik siapakah jejaka ini'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-162844947741337577</id><published>2009-07-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:49:44.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full stop</title><content type='html'>it has been about 5 years. 5 years that i paid the last respect to  the deceased.   i mean attending sort of memoir. managing the funeral process sort of. i had experience one when my last uncle died nearly 5 years ago. that was the very 1st time i loss someone who is really close and part of me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i learn how it feels losing someone that is matter to you. how's heartwrenching is that. i learn what  our days will be without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************present********************&lt;br /&gt;we received a call from mum while having breakfast at kopitiam. Tok Nor has been confirmed his death by the hospital.Innalillahhirrajiu'n. he's cousin of my grandma.considered as our atok. when we arrived there his family pay their last respect. his children kissed his forehead for very last time. the tears welled in their eyes. then they performed solat jenazah before brought the coffin to nearby mosque. it's different feeling from 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;life must come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;if it's not today, it will be someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just have a go whatever we wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just have a courage to tell whatever we wanna tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;before life ends. like how full stop ends a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: death is worthwhile reminder for those alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-162844947741337577?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/162844947741337577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/162844947741337577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-stop.html' title='full stop'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8487355137430049469</id><published>2009-07-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:10:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geum jan di</title><content type='html'>pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;jiwamu  kosong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah. frankly, i really hate that feeling. aimless, weaknesses strike my soul. sedangkan banyak yang menanti di luar sana. i wanna be miss sunshine. miss optimistic. aja aja fighting&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8487355137430049469?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8487355137430049469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8487355137430049469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='geum jan di'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4349159592452241698</id><published>2009-07-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:35:30.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup ini bukan seperti tv  remote controller</title><content type='html'>we learn a lot from our real life. things that make us happy or things that upset us. most of them are beyond our control. we can plan to be a happy people. yes we can. but it can turn out to vice versa due to unforeseen circumstances. that's what i mean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hidup ini bukan seperti tv remote controller&lt;/span&gt;. that we have full control over it. life is ain't easy as sitting on the couch and tuning into astro channels. tuning into another channels when we get sick of watching particular tv channel. instead we need to move on in life.there's no such thing as rewind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hidup ini juga bukan seperti dvd player&lt;/span&gt;. you can't twist the past but  you can fix them in present or in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allah tidak memberati seseorang melainkan apa yang terdaya olehnya. Ia mendapat pahala kebaikan yang diusahakannya, dan ia juga menanggung dosa kejahatan yang diusahakannya&lt;/span&gt;. (Mereka berdoa dengan berkata): "Wahai Tuhan kami! Janganlah Engkau mengirakan kami salah jika kami lupa atau kami tersalah. Wahai Tuhan kami ! Janganlah Engkau bebankan kepada kami bebanan yang berat sebagaimana yang telah Engkau bebankan kepada orang-orang yang terdahulu daripada kami. Wahai Tuhan kami! Janganlah Engkau pikulkan kepada kami apa yang kami tidak terdaya memikulnya. Dan maafkanlah kesalahan kami, serta ampunkanlah dosa kami, dan berilah rahmat kepada kami. Engkaulah Penolong kami; oleh itu, tolonglah kami untuk mencapai kemenangan terhadap kaum-kaum yang kafir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4349159592452241698?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4349159592452241698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4349159592452241698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/hidup-ini-bukan-seperti-tv-remote.html' title='hidup ini bukan seperti tv  remote controller'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7812454858758308675</id><published>2009-07-09T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:53:29.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>risks when it is risky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;people choose to be risk taker when there's great extent of uncertainties. it's better make a risk move than doing nothing. like a guy tried his luck to propose someone to be his wife. there's a 1:1 risk.whether being accepted or rejected. it's better than just sit back in hope for getting hitched someday. however one should be prepared to bear the consequences, the risks for being risk taker. keep an open mind and open heart. do not stressed out if unexpected outcomes are encountered. after all, being risk taker the one that u chose. if not just play safe buddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: my advice: do not ever tempted to take a risk when it comes to Iman and Islam. going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the name of being risk taker? there's no room for being risk taker whatsoever. naudzubillah. cos life itself is already risky. we never know if we can be best of muslim in the future. instead go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;crabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. yummylicious. i used to think clubbing is like actively participate in clubs such as stamp collecting, kelab pengakap  etc.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;secret admirer: die baik tak weh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;informer:           BAIK. dye tak clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the secret admirer burst out into laugh. forgive her. that's the first thing that amused her in a day long. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baik and amusing itu subjective :)&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/4434230538949436539-7812454858758308675?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7812454858758308675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7812454858758308675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/risks-when-it-is-risky.html' title='risks when it is risky'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-601722771262796238</id><published>2009-07-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:37:30.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAND NEW DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY BRAND NEW ME TOO&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/4434230538949436539-601722771262796238?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/601722771262796238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/601722771262796238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/brand-new-day-hopefully-brand-new-me.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8807129453608492991</id><published>2009-07-07T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:07:01.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teman tapi mesra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i would like to make confession here. exclusively in my princess diaries. i am with someone now. with Danish. i'm the lucky one. i can watch astro ceria freely. he doesn't care. i can watch free performances. malay songs, indo songs, even japan songs..just name it. ain't no other man like you Danish:) ain't no other. he insists to follow me to Melbourne.but i do not think it's a bright idea. there will be speculations man. just wait for me when i'm there. i will be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8807129453608492991?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8807129453608492991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8807129453608492991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/teman-tapi-mesra.html' title='teman tapi mesra'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1214653562299149749</id><published>2009-07-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:31:35.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invitation to the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Wiy5MjGNjc&amp;amp;hl=en&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/3Wiy5MjGNjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surgamu by Ungu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1214653562299149749?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1214653562299149749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1214653562299149749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitation-to-truth.html' title='invitation to the truth'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7260137443147736624</id><published>2009-07-06T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:05:52.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASL please</title><content type='html'>there's trend to chatting online long time ago. chatting randomly. the first question they would ask is asl. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? i used to think that acronym stands for asal. pardon me as i'm only 10 years old that time. actually it stands for age, sex and location.ROFL. aku mahu menulis tentang sesuatu. tentang ASL. asalku since i'm back home now. i'm proudly from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampin&lt;/span&gt;. somewhere in Negeri Sembilan:)&lt;br /&gt;unlike Rembau, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampin&lt;/span&gt; is not really well known for their adat pepatih. seriously my friend hailed from Penang can answer better than me regarding these adat thingy. we're not really fully practicing adat pepatih. there's no MCD in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampin&lt;/span&gt;. we only have 1 KFC, 1 Pizza Hut and recently Secret Recipe. thanx 2 us for contributing to KFC's revenues since many years ago. we're celebrating birthday at KFC. We have small gathering at KFC. Even bid farewell at KFC.KFC should feel indebted.haha. i do not care about how many fastfood outlets we have here. what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampin&lt;/span&gt; is does matter to me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tampin is like Texas to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tampin is my home. people that part of me are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: i really want to upload pics in my princess diaries. slow internet connection do not allow me to do so. it's alrite Tampin.i still heart you.xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7260137443147736624?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7260137443147736624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7260137443147736624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/asl-please.html' title='ASL please'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5122540337504614890</id><published>2009-07-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:51:47.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sabarlah sayang</title><content type='html'>i've thought that i have become more patient lately. but i'm not.especially when it comes to talking. i wanna tell lots of things until i blurted them out inappropriately. it hurts people. and it hurts me too. i just cant control my emotion when saying those things. it makes me realize it has never been easy to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious and Most Merciful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="hyg"&gt;And We shall try                you until We test those among you who strive their utmost and persevere                in patience; and We shall try your reported (mettle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surah Muhammad (47:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="hyg"&gt;bear with my imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="hyg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5122540337504614890?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5122540337504614890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5122540337504614890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabarlah-sayang.html' title='sabarlah sayang'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8781722448763575927</id><published>2009-07-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:37:47.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i look</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling fat now. i presume i gain kilos since few months ago. it's upset me. not that much. i still consume foods for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrated Abû Hurairah : Allah’s                                  Messenger said, “Allah looks not at your                                  figures, nor at your outward appearance but He                                  looks at your hearts and deeds.”(Muslim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that's ultimate beauty. no one can ever see. the beauty that is not subjected to explicit judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the timeless beauty. the beautiful skin might be wrinkled one day. but the beautiful deeds are immortal. even we are no longer here, the good deeds continually benefit others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8781722448763575927?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8781722448763575927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8781722448763575927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-look.html' title='how do i look'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7525995528925938645</id><published>2009-07-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:45:23.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>understood?</title><content type='html'>misunderstanding can lead to many disastrous outcomes. if it's not that disastrous it might be unfavorable. as an example, the cake might not tasted as cake if the recipe is misunderstood. the 20 years of marriage will meet an end caused by just one misunderstanding. the child will left unattended when there's misunderstanding bout responsibility. being understood bout things that we need to do is very crucial. the understanding of something is like syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could understand bout all things evolve around me. but that's pretty impossible. what's possible is to understand things that closest to us. first and foremost is to understand about ourselves. to understand about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. then u'll get to understand bout the related ones:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7525995528925938645?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7525995528925938645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7525995528925938645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/understood.html' title='understood?'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1097163884691735446</id><published>2009-07-02T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:57:39.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high heels vs  terompah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my 1st shopping treat after exam was to IBC ( Islamic Book Centre) . i'm longing for long skirt since months ago.i do not care how do i look in skirts as far as i can scavenge skirts there (way too brutal&gt; scavenger) . i went there and begun my scavenger hunt. few skirts chosen for fitting. as usual, u do not look good in all skirts. you should be lucky if u able to find one that fits u perfectly. i made my choice. then i'm browsing the book collection. there are lots of good stuffs. from how becoming  a good daughter to a mithali wife..auwww. i end up picked up 5 books.  what? i'm not even reading the whole newspaper articles. i torn between skirt and books. i rarely reading books but surely wearing tis skirt. the verdict is i'm choosing to buy books.i can get 5 books with the same price of a skirt.there u go,becoming wiser spender. hopefully i will read them during tis winter hols.and i'm sure there will be more skirts back home. much more cheaper i presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Harun Yahya. google him.quite brilliant author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1097163884691735446?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1097163884691735446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1097163884691735446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-heels-vs-terompah.html' title='high heels vs  terompah'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8269414042401483976</id><published>2009-07-02T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:34:22.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saat pencarian</title><content type='html'>a lot of things tangled in my mind&lt;br /&gt;lots that i wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't find how to tell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go find yourself. u will find you in the searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: smith st tomorrow is a must. in searching of pencil case.lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8269414042401483976?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8269414042401483976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8269414042401483976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/saat-pencarian.html' title='saat pencarian'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4530948360712413606</id><published>2009-06-30T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:09:26.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InshaAllah</title><content type='html'>i get to know about eskimo joe while in my flight to tassie  recently. their brand new album entitled  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;InshaAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it's kinda cute. if it's Hijjaz or Raihan's album, it'll be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In an interview with Australian radio station &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triple_J" title="Triple J"&gt;Triple J&lt;/a&gt;, lead singer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kavyen_Temperley" title="Kavyen Temperley"&gt;Kav Temperley&lt;/a&gt; revealed that the album title is an Arabic word.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It basically translates to 'what will be will be' but the literal translation is 'God willing'. It's a really beautiful Arabic word and it basically means a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;resignation to fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; like you're kind of letting the chips lie where they will. The people in the Arabic world use it all the time, they use it for like, 'who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: will Eskimo Joe learn more about Arabic language?&lt;br /&gt;       we will see. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4530948360712413606?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4530948360712413606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4530948360712413606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/inshaallah.html' title='InshaAllah'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7102690260904357413</id><published>2009-06-25T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:36:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itu kamu</title><content type='html'>i rarely writing personal stuffs in my blog. especially about people around me and my beloved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADIKKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANX 4  CUSTOMIZING MY PRINCESS DIARIES LAYOUT. I'M FEELING MUCH MORE LIKE PRINCESS NOW=0 AND I CANT WAIT  FOR BEING HOME  TOO. HAVING OUR DAILY ARGUMENTS OR SHOULD I SAY SISTERLY BOND :) THERE'S ALWAYS CAT FIGHT. EVEN CATS WONDER BOUT OUR FIGHT.HEH. THAT'S BECAUSE WE'RE ONLY HAVE 1 ANOTHER AS SISTER. I AM YOUR ONLY BIG SISTER. NO CHOICE.HEHE. SO I'M GOING TO WAIT PATIENTLY UNTIL THE DAY HAS COME. THE DAY I'M GOING TO MEET U SOON:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SISTERHOOD CAN SURVIVE ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7102690260904357413?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7102690260904357413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7102690260904357413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/itu-kamu.html' title='itu kamu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5984008936138849686</id><published>2009-06-23T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:08:26.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>till we meet again uni:p</title><content type='html'>after 4 days, i'm finally out from my apartment. Thanx to a friend for making the initiative to discuss pass year papers. i couldn't stop smiling on my way to uni. i couldn't stop gazing passer by. i  couldn't stop humming melody. lagu gembira, lagu cinta. it's totally different feeling. cant even be compared to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having nasi three times a day&lt;/span&gt;. incomparable to the feeling of relaxing at home.&lt;br /&gt;yay..finally i made it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studying in the library during exam week&lt;/span&gt;. there were dedicated staffs and very few students. lots of computers were available. i'm imagining myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;downloading videos, movies etc.&lt;/span&gt; that's what i did during last sem. so noneducational things to be done at library huh. we're having quite serious discussion for like 2+ hours before decided &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: where are we going to have lunch? ( buat2 tanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her: seriously up to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: urmmmmm...es teller nak? the environment is conducive for revising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her:  nodding in agree/ or sign of being forced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then, we chose notes to be revised while having our lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;her: notes about amino acid. there are 20 amino acids to be memorized. grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: yup. notes about glycolysis too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was good. but we're not tempted to just leave the notes aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: tell me about lysine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: bla bla...serine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we're heading back approximately 3 pm. i'm gonna miss tis.rare moment when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discussing educational stuffs.&lt;/span&gt; rather than complaining on weight. whining about piled up assignment. or criticizing people/ judging others.rather than purchase idle talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: uni waits for me. i'll be back for sem 4.insyaAllah. how time flies. plus as 21 years old student 2. how flattering is that:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/4434230538949436539-5984008936138849686?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5984008936138849686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5984008936138849686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-we-meet-again-unip.html' title='till we meet again uni:p'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4540442266624498249</id><published>2009-06-20T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:14:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OZness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;all the best for your exam kakak. i'll be praying for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;H1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat. adrenaline rushing through my body. this might be mis typo. it should be hopefully u'll not getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wait. it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la. the grade. sort of scoring &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your subject.i want.i want. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mum's prayer is a magical&lt;/span&gt;. the 8th of wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  prefer for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swine flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.instead of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it maybe can confuse the lecturers too.the one in microbiology  department particularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4540442266624498249?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4540442266624498249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4540442266624498249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ozness.html' title='OZness'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-4935188140711562199</id><published>2009-06-18T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:03:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make sure u do your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laundry &lt;/span&gt;before going to Tassie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dengar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-4935188140711562199?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4935188140711562199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/4935188140711562199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-sure-u-do-your-laundry-before.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2199392867487188013</id><published>2009-06-18T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:05:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dan sebenarnya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:5kLxg_vDrypCKM:http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/675916785_9fef0f2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 90px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:5kLxg_vDrypCKM:http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/675916785_9fef0f2827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U might be kidding me.is it a prank? Come on Ashton. Come Out. i've been punked.whateva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He truly loves you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the proof. read it. u will know.u will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="hyg"&gt;When those come                to thee who believe in Our signs, Say: "Peace be on you: Your Lord                hath inscribed for Himself (the rule of) mercy: verily, if any of                you did evil in ignorance, and thereafter repented, and amend (his                conduct), lo! He is Oft- forgiving, Most Merciful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did i  not even realize bout tis. bout His love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's always there. always there. we will not discover anything if we're not looking for it. or thinking bout it. we will not knowing if we're not remembering something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti udara yang ku hela&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you enough how He loves us. open up your mind and see clearly. open up your heart then u can feel.to Him is our hope. our prayer. our desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i led astray. i  forgetting Him. i ignore Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt; On the authority of Anas (may Allah be pleased with him), who said: I heard the Messenger of Allah (PBUH) say: Allah the Almighty said: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;     O son of Adam, so long as you call upon Me and ask of Me, I shall        forgive you for what you have done, and I shall not mind.  O son of        Adam, were your sins to reach the clouds of the sky and were you then        to ask forgiveness of Me, I would forgive you.  O son of Adam, were        you to come to Me with sins nearly as great as the earth and were you        then to face Me, ascribing no partner to Me, I would bring you        forgiveness nearly as great at it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dear Allah. Forgive me for every sins i've committed. Dear Allah, makes me the one that always loves You no matter what happens.Dear Allah, makes me the one that who will You guide. Dear Allah, makes me the one who always be by Your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2199392867487188013?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2199392867487188013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2199392867487188013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dan-sebenarnya.html' title='dan sebenarnya'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7924020135863010790</id><published>2009-06-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T04:07:43.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip hooray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kalau anda gembira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tepuk tangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kalau ada gembira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginilah caranya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kalau anda gembira tepuk tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reminiscing old memory. menyanyi di dalam bulatan. scream the lungs out.make sure it's a big circle.the more the merrier.haha.how's time flies. you don't have necessarily 2 do that.it's not the only way to express happiness.there are a lot of expressions. would you rather look cute? cool? annoying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here's the suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- static.be static. as if nothing happens.even you just score goal or something.just be  maintained and be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bright up the day.make others curve their smile. make others be happy to be around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shedding tears. do you notice that sometimes tears fall easily when we're so happy in getting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  praising Him.Alhamdulillah. our Creator.cos the happiness is beyond description. beyond universe. how one miss call or one sms can make you leap ecstatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;la tahzan. do not be sad.jangan bersedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;be content of what you have now. cos we're never know if we still have them&lt;/span&gt; around.tidak akan tenang hati kecuali dengan mengingati Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7924020135863010790?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7924020135863010790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7924020135863010790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='hip hip hooray'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5541581110098361520</id><published>2009-06-12T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:23:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/SjI6iG3q9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vmssp86OXtM/s1600-h/Colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/SjI6iG3q9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vmssp86OXtM/s400/Colours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346400065276277810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5541581110098361520?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5541581110098361520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5541581110098361520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9XRmCXRjC0U/SjI6iG3q9DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vmssp86OXtM/s72-c/Colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8363557917106833856</id><published>2009-06-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:02:02.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cobaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Berkecamuk Hati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatinya sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Di luarnya tenang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tapi Tuhan saja tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 3 more to go. sabar sabar.there will be an ending.will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8363557917106833856?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8363557917106833856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8363557917106833856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/cobaan.html' title='cobaan'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6554849495428370643</id><published>2009-06-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:15:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old skool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/Current_News/BH/Friday/Agama/20090611223933/Article/index_html"&gt;  kunci ajaib &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years- 6 years = 15 years as student&lt;br /&gt;ikhlaskan kami ya Rabb:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-6554849495428370643?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6554849495428370643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6554849495428370643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-skool.html' title='old skool'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2331997615300032233</id><published>2009-06-09T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:25:27.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ada apa dengan exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;microb paper is hard. seriously killer paper. or i do not have sufficient revision? or i do not really grip the concepts presented in lecture? what will be my score?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahhirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="hyg"&gt;And He provides for                him from (sources) he never could imagine. And if any one puts his                trust in Allah, sufficient is ((Allah)) for him. For Allah will                surely accomplish his purpose: verily, for all things has Allah                appointed a due proportion.                                   (At-Thalaq: 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hyg"&gt;i shouldn't think that way. i shouldn't. I should put whole faith in Him. I should trust Him more than anything. the unconditional faith and trust. the same faith when i knew that i'll be safe from drowning.The same faith when i knew i should go for Intec rather than Curtin Uni in  Kuching. the same faith when i knew ending a relationship is a start of something. forgive me for that doubt.i shouldn't doubt bout You. i do not deserved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i keep my fingers crossed for microb paper.lembutkan hati examiner. let them enjoying my paper like enjoying Shakespere's masterpiece (masih adakah peminat sastera? of course la ade.heh) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: usaha dan tawakal is like toothbrush and toothpaste. u need both to brush your teeth.the missing of one  causes imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="hyg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2331997615300032233?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2331997615300032233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2331997615300032233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ada-apa-dengan-exam.html' title='ada apa dengan exam'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1118854943564569526</id><published>2009-06-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:30:48.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Hujan.</title><content type='html'>me and  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it has been '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' since few days ago. which is rare occurrence actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  love the feeling when it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but strokes of lightning killing the imagination. yup imaginasi romantik. thanx 2 Yusuf Haslam's films.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. new discovered favorite band: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hujan&lt;/span&gt;. yippie.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bapanya mahukannya jadi seorang askar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Bukan cita-citanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Bukan impiannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *so cool.  maybe u can replace cikgu, polis, perdana menteri etc. whatever wannabe occupations insisted by your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; itu rahmat:)&lt;br /&gt;     recite the dua whenever the rain falling down. insyaAllah termakbul. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; itu bukan sekadar hujan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hujan itu extraordinary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1118854943564569526?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1118854943564569526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1118854943564569526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hujan.html' title='.Hujan.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5845433232678449995</id><published>2009-06-07T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:26:46.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>penjara pudu</title><content type='html'>i haven't see the outside world since 4 days ago&lt;br /&gt;poor me. i only  see cars passed by main road through my window.&lt;br /&gt;i only see joggers through my window.argggh..i wish i can jog like them too (i bet :p)&lt;br /&gt;seperti di Penjara Pudu.&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Port Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; here i come&lt;br /&gt;yeeha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5845433232678449995?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5845433232678449995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5845433232678449995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/penjara-pudu.html' title='penjara pudu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-9016809848579014925</id><published>2009-06-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:04:53.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;Cos i'm not sure if i can find You tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-9016809848579014925?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/9016809848579014925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/9016809848579014925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-me-tight-forever-cos-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-7174570589391107504</id><published>2009-06-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:08:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr  House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;: how can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meredith grey&lt;/span&gt;: i caught with fever dr. i have runny nose.i'm coughing and sneezing too. plus muscle pain. ( meredith has been rehearsed these symptoms with medical students. to avoid humiliation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;: where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;: Malaysia (butterfly effect in her stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;: which part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;: Negeri Sembilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr house&lt;/span&gt;: ???. let me check the map 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;: what? not even on the map. sigh. it's somewhere here.between Kl and Johore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;: oic. ok then. u've been infected by upper respiratory virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meredith Grey:&lt;/span&gt; it's not swine flu right?curiosity reflected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr House&lt;/span&gt;: nope. flu and cold are different. flu is much more severe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Meredith Grey:&lt;/span&gt; alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;in a way going to clinic makes a wonderful day for Meredith. it's not just about being sick. but quite a lot of things that she learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cold is not flu. cold caused by viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;. don't have to be nervous when seeing dr. they're just people. with dr title.that's it. dr can be funny. they aint serious all the time. they are not frowning 24 hours. then there will  be no mcdreamy :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-7174570589391107504?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7174570589391107504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/7174570589391107504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dr-house.html' title='Dr  House'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3861685947047434846</id><published>2009-06-02T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:40:41.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomok.bukan momok.</title><content type='html'>here's a phenomenal talent that impress us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;susan boyle.&lt;/span&gt; i did cry when watching her debut performance in Britain Got Talent. cried over how the skeptical can be swept  away  only by  her beautiful voice. touched by her honesty in being herself. she's been in spotlight.however she's end up in 1st runner up. quite unexpected. currently, she's being admitted into the clinic/hospital. another shock. she's been described as mentally exhausted. maybe due to the intense competition.or high expectation. or unplanned media attention. they all my assumptions. pity her. being on top sometimes pull you down. drastically. our position is  sufficient for us. that's why i never won any singing contest in primary school i guess. the judges deliberately choose others  cos they know i cant stand the popularity.haha. God knows best after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bismillahhirrahmanirrahim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighting is prescribed for you, and ye dislike it. But it is possible that ye dislike a thing which is good for you, and that ye love a thing which is bad for you. But Allah knoweth, and ye know not.  ( Al Baqarah: 216)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: in searching 4 that confidence. how am i so confident to sing in front of  public when my voice blared like old speaker? haha. nope. i'm not planning to be next &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whatsoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3861685947047434846?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3861685947047434846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3861685947047434846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomok.html' title='tomok.bukan momok.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-3069002031073155263</id><published>2009-05-31T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:58:22.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 going on 30</title><content type='html'>there's some time i'm feeling that i'm a little bit matured ahead or oldies should i say:p&lt;br /&gt;physically obviously. people do think i'm in high school when i was in standard 4 something. much more surprised there's people thought i'm currently doing master (looking smart or looking old). i'm rather assuming the first one. there's even senior presumed i am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mara officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when we met at Mara office. haha. tis is quite extreme. how do i look in 5 years time? u can do the maths and prediction. maybe like pensioner? nauzubillah. enough said. being matured is not just on looking older than your actual age. it's much more than that. there'll be an urge to be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensible grown up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.that's one sure thing.  we can't escape from being matured. that's fated metamorphosis. or sunnatullah. i learn a lot in my metamorphosis. with infinity diversification. with a lot of people. thank you for that. i had tis sort of 'heart 2 heart conversation' with my friend. a really long one. i'm touched by the fact that she cares so much about her beloved.i adore how not selfish is she. i admire her ongoing spirit. simply i respect you :) i learn a lot from u too &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( bajet la 2.haha).a lot. especially about being considerate. care about things that u should care about. not to be forgettten, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'princess diaries' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i learn to express things that tangled in my mind. things i should say and things that are better left unsaid. more significantly to my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i learn to keep going even the journey gets tougher (gosh..make me homesick). i learn do not expect in return what you had give. ya&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dah macam surat luahan hati pulak.haha. i would like to share my 13th &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wish from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ' Birthday is not increase in age. Birthday is a further step to maturity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:  23 rd July. mark that.my birthday :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-3069002031073155263?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3069002031073155263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/3069002031073155263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-going-on-30.html' title='13 going on 30'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-5349008277878585506</id><published>2009-05-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:15:19.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scriptase</title><content type='html'>i realize that most of my posts are short lengthen. short as pencil that have been used since kindergarten. which is consistently get sharpened. tis is like compact version of my story. i do take long time when do the talking. so long that the person might try at their best  to sustain the interest. i can draw the conclusion that not everyone can write such long posts (blog writing analysis). how's microb analysis waheeda? exam is just not around the corner. already at corner.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find what to write most of the time. no wonder i didn't do well in esls essay:p but i'm really into story telling. u could allocate 2 hours 4 'kisah hidup waheeda'. maybe that just 4 primary school part. how many hours needed for entire life story? u can do the maths. basically, if you're interested to know more about the underlying story, just buzz me.appropriately. not in the middle of lecture.and when i'm panting as i'm rushing to the class.i'm more than happy to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: an attempt to write longer post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-5349008277878585506?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5349008277878585506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/5349008277878585506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/scriptase.html' title='scriptase'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-724119156548825132</id><published>2009-05-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:05:46.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di masa Rasulullah saw hiduplah seorang lelaki yang saleh dan rajin beribadah. Hampir setiap orang mengenalnya sebagai pribadi yang baik dan banyak berzikir. Namun, sungguh-sungguh mengherankan, ketika ia sakit parah dan hampir mendekati waktu ajal, lidahnya seolah-olah terkunci dari kalimat syahadat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Kerabat dan sahabatnya membisikkan kalimah thayyibah di telinganya berulang-ulang. Namun mulut Al Qamah, nama lelaki itu tetap tak bergeming. Ia terlihat seperti ingin mengucapkan sesuatu, namun gagal. Mereka semua tak habis pikir, bagaimana mungkin seorang yang baik dan rajin beribadah seperti Al Qamah bisa kesulitan menghadapi sakaratul maut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Maka, mereka pun melaporkan hal ini pada Rasulullah yang segera datang dan menengok kondisi Al Qamah. Ketika melihat betapa beratnya keadaan Al Qamah maka Rasulullah pun bertanya pada para hadirin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     „Apakah Al Qamah masih memiliki orangtua?“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     „Ayahnya sudah meninggal ya Rasul, namun Al Qamah masih memiliki seorang ibu yang sudah tua dan lumpuh,“ jawab mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Maka Rasulullah pun meminta Bilal dan Ammar mendatangi ibunda Al Qamah;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Sampaikan pada Ummu Al Qamah bahwa Rasulullah mengundangnya. Apabila dia mampu, datanglah kemari. Bila tidak, aku yang datang mengunjunginya.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Ketika ibu Al Qamah diberi tahu perihal undangan dari Rasulullah ini, dia bangkit dan berkata : “Dia adalah Rasulullah, sudah sepantasnya aku yang datang untuk menemuinya.” Lalu, meski semula lumpuh, dengan izin Allah, bunda Al Qamah seketika mampu berjalan dan menemui Rasulullah di kediaman puteranya, Al Qamah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Setelah menyambut ibu Al Qamah, Rasul pun bertanya padanya dengan lembut, “Wahai ibu, bagaimana kabar Al Qamah selama ini?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Dia baik-baik saja. Dia juga seorang hamba Allah yang rajin beribadah, puasa, shalat dan juga selalu siap berjihad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Lalu, bagaimana hubungan Al Qamah dengan ibu akhir-akhir ini?” tanya Rasul lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Sang ibu sedikit terdiam, lalu menjawab perlahan, “Sesungguhnya, aku memang sedang marah kepadanya.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Mengapa?” tanya Rasul pula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Aku marah kepada Al Qamah, karena ia melukai hatiku dengan lebih mengutamakan isterinya daripada aku,” jawab Bunda Al Qamah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Mengertilah kini Rasulullah persoalan Al Qamah. Rupanya, ia lebih mementingkan menyenangkan dan menuruti kehendak istrinya daripada berbakti kepada ibunya yang tua, lumpuh dan sesungguhnya membutuhkan dirinya pula. Kemarahan sang ibu rupanya telah memunculkan kemarahan Allah kepada Al Qamah, sehingga ia mengalami kesulitan di saat mengalami sakaratul maut. Maka Rasulullah pun berupaya mencairkan hati bunda Al Qamah agar bisa memaafkan dan merelakan anaknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Carilah oleh kalian kayu bakar yang cukup banyak,” perintah Rasul pada Ammar dan Bilal pula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Bunda Al Qamah terkejut. “Untuk apa kayu bakar itu wahai Rasul?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Untuk membakar jasad Al Qamah di dunia ini, sebelum ia kelak dibakar api di akhirat,” jawab Rasul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Ya Allah, Ya Rasulullah, apakah engkau akan membakar anakku ini?” suara Bunda Al Qamah begitu cemasnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     “Hanya itulah yang dapat dilakukan untuk membantu mewafatkan Al Qamah, kecuali engkau mau memaafkan dan meridhoi Al Qamah.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Mendengar jawaban itu, seketika menitiklah airmata sang ibu. Dan dengan suara pilu ia berkata, “Wahai Allah yang berada di langit, wahai Rasulullah, wahai sekalian umat manusia, persaksikanlah, sesungguhnya aku telah memaafkan kesalahan Al Qamah dan merelakan dirinya.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Begitu bunda Al Qamah usai menyebutkan persaksiannya, para hadirin melihat bahwa jasad Al Qamah kini menjadi tenang dan bibirnya dengan mudah dapat mengucapkan kalimat sebelum nafasnya berhenti saat ajalnya datang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Para sahabat yang melihat pun semakin memahami betapa pentingnya menjaga hubungan bakti kepada kedua orangtua terutama kepada ibu. Karena, keridhoan orangtua akan membawa kita kepada keridhoan Allah dan sebaliknya, kemarahan orangtua pun akan membawa kemarahan Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;     Dan sungguh, setiap muslim pun perlu mengambil pelajaran dari kisah Al Qamah ini, sebagaimana para sahabat melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditulis oleh : Zirlyfera Jamil, Majalah Ummi, No. 9/XVII Januari 2006/1426 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;p/s: i'll be going back mak.very soon:).now everyone can fly.yup every 2 months.wooho.maybe  i should looking 4 mr pilot. bukan pen pilot itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-724119156548825132?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/724119156548825132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/724119156548825132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/syurga-di-bawah-telapak-kaki-ibu.html' title='syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2122122600485858490</id><published>2009-05-27T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:47:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumors.scandalous.gossip girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Spotted, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lonely Girl and N&lt;/span&gt; on the Upper East Side, learning the lesson that nothing stays missing for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N: do you know F?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LG : F? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: Oh LG, she's the one wearing hideous tight outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LG: T-I-G-H-T?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: astaghfirullahalazim. Oh God, forgive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may fade with the season, but some friendships are year round. Like you and me! You know you love me. XOXO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4434230538949436539-2122122600485858490?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2122122600485858490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2122122600485858490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/rumorsscandalousgossip-girl.html' title='rumors.scandalous.gossip girl.'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8219477833661310886</id><published>2009-05-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:56:46.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling that i lose myself since few days ago. i felt the emptiness. i cant define it. it's like when you're at the side of road. u do not have a clue which path u wanna take. u just stare blankly the cars passing by . then you heard a car honk 4 u. then u realise, 'i need to keep going..........' . i really hope that i can know what's this thing. what's up with this emptiness?  with this sadness? with this loneliness? when the birds  singing love song in unison. when the skies are bright in blue. when leaves falling onto the ground. i should not be sad. i should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that it is He (Allah) Who makes (whom He wills) laugh, and makes (whom He wills) weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ( An- Najm: 43)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: laugh over the fb quizzes. no wonder. crying while watching Geng Pengembaraan. no wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8219477833661310886?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anticipated one. my friends told me how good he is as the speaker.seriously rumor has it :)&lt;br /&gt;the thing that captivated me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; something will be more meaningful when we're searching for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                    ustaz nushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's hit my semi-functional mind. blame the exams :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story,&lt;br /&gt;that's so true. why do parents even bothered to inform the reception counter if their child went missing? cos they are precious. they are valuable for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;it's the same thing applied when we're rummaging our closet searching for our favourite anak tudung. walhal banyak je yang lain. cos that anak tudung is distinctive. it is special.maybe lubang di tengah emphasises on pengudaraan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us begin our journey in  searching of something. we'll never know what's actually world has to offer until we explore it. we'll get there someday.we'll find the missing bits somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: if you see my prince out there, do inform me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         mak jangan risau, hanya gurauan semata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-884089681177819108?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/884089681177819108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/884089681177819108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-6511288655350295430</id><published>2009-05-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:00:27.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8G_9rBjhzwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/8G_9rBjhzwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You for reminding me bout his love to us. thank You for consoling me that You will always love us. thank You for telling me bout this love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no tears shed for quite a while. at least tonight some microbes will be killed (tears contain chemicals act as defense mechanism:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-6511288655350295430?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6511288655350295430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/6511288655350295430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='teardrops on my guitar'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8698474367391558478</id><published>2009-05-22T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:22:55.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspiration.inspiration&lt;/span&gt;. so many things running through my mind. but i can't find the right words to manifest them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motivation.motivation&lt;/span&gt;. feeling weak yet there's miles to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: .help me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8698474367391558478?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8698474367391558478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8698474367391558478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/fusion.html' title='fusion'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-1806972222396420024</id><published>2009-05-18T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:19:09.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it?</title><content type='html'>4.05 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baillieu library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ground floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself from peeping next person's screen (busybody okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's korean i can tell.i heard she's chatted with her friend. i guess she's contemplating whether to buy the prada handphone or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not understand korean language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 'accidentally' saw she browsed through Ebay page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when you got plenty of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, but do not utilise them wisely.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bismillahhirrahmanirrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al-'Asr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Verily! Man is in loss,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;Except those who believe (in Islamic Monotheism) and do righteous good deeds, and recommend one another to the truth (i.e. order one another to perform all kinds of good deeds (&lt;i&gt;Al-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma'ruf&lt;/em&gt;)which Allah has ordained, and abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds (&lt;i&gt;Al-Munkar&lt;/i&gt;)which Allah has forbidden), and recommend one another to patience (for the sufferings, harms, and injuries which one may encounter in Allah's Cause during preaching His religion of Islamic Monotheism or &lt;i&gt;Jihad&lt;/i&gt;, etc.).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;surah al asr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-1806972222396420024?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1806972222396420024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/1806972222396420024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-time-is-it.html' title='what time is it?'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2170530563321111391</id><published>2009-05-18T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:28:48.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes two to tango</title><content type='html'>i switched off my computer before my brand new printer done the printing job. i forgot that computer needs to be turned on in order to print notes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it takes two  to tango&lt;/span&gt; after all.printer needs computer.and computer needs printer. so sweet:) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even gadget needs each  other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;communicating seems as essential for me.&lt;/span&gt;someone told me tis:) i can't live without talking to the people around me. people close to me. so please bear with my friendliness degree. let me be your chatterbox. cause i need you to listen to me. u need me to do the talking. simple. do entertain me with your jokes. and let me do the laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it takes two tango. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE read your microb notes waheeda. u need it for exam.and it needs u to be real reading material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2170530563321111391?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2170530563321111391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2170530563321111391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-takes-two-to-tango.html' title='it takes two to tango'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-8101322005944974547</id><published>2009-05-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:22:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm NOT missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was missing or why I ain't listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now here I go, hurt again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause of my curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be he just had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I got life to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time its different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't even feel the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why would I go on a search again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I know what the end will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love's good when its right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not missing you)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;(I got life to do)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I used to hate to see you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (I used to hate it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, oh see the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you(yeah, oooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-8101322005944974547?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8101322005944974547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/8101322005944974547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-missing-you.html' title='i&apos;m NOT missing you'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2288690722148905701</id><published>2009-05-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:13:25.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming thoughtful dresser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:__hgQQYPtcUtcM:http://www.ithaca.edu/keg/seminar/edward%20scissorhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 126px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:__hgQQYPtcUtcM:http://www.ithaca.edu/keg/seminar/edward%20scissorhands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;639.50 &lt;/span&gt;aud 4 my bond return. let us see how i'm spending them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. purchase ticket (kl to perth)- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aud 150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  purchase ticket (melbourne to hobart, tassie)  - aud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;134.30 &lt;/span&gt;(return ticket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pride myself for this. i still have approximately 300 +. save it 4 rainy days:)&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i'm more becoming thoughtful dresser. do not buy expensive clothes unless it's necessary.if you still don't have your winter coat, please get one.or else u'l be frozen .like the scene in  edward scissorhand.&lt;br /&gt;above aud 15 is expensive range for me. for now. being thoughtful spender shapes thoughtful dresser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2288690722148905701?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2288690722148905701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2288690722148905701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/becoming-thoughtful-dresser.html' title='becoming thoughtful dresser'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434230538949436539.post-2028275299252890994</id><published>2009-05-15T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:23:05.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we'll know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.subw.org.au/archives/POR/images/Marathon_finish.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 567px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.subw.org.au/archives/POR/images/Marathon_finish.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bismillahhirrahmanirrahim..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Man! undoubtedly, you are to run, necessarily towards your Lord, then you are to meet Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   ( al- insyiqaq ayat 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dear Allah,&lt;br /&gt;help us to keep on running. keep on running even we're slow runner.even we have to brave the storm. until we find You.Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434230538949436539-2028275299252890994?l=minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2028275299252890994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434230538949436539/posts/default/2028275299252890994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minecanbeyourstoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday-well-know.html' title='someday we&apos;ll know'/><author><name>waheeda hasbullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01537234375349765244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
