<?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-8803322732687566806</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:52:27.694+08:00</updated><category term='ramlee awang murshid.'/><category term='kinabalu'/><title type='text'>From The Desk Of Naniey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7268468828370218212</id><published>2011-10-31T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:57:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye 1FA, Bye-bye Kilang Ketapi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ers-IUWXXsI/Tq4NpTfgjWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7YM-_vMowlE/s1600/blue%2Btrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669483984164261218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ers-IUWXXsI/Tq4NpTfgjWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7YM-_vMowlE/s320/blue%2Btrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ini adalah monorail betul yg dicipta n di assemblekan oleh warga tempatan n beberapa expatriates n foreign workers. Kilangnya ada di celah2 hutan n semak samun di Rawang. Train ini didatangkan khas dlm 3 warna, biru, hijau n PINK...train drivernye plak..hensem2 n ayu belaka...Kat Kilang ni, selain buat monorail, they all ada jugak jual karipap sedap, n ada jugak segerombolan manusia yg hensem2, comel2 n yg best2 belaka..(ye keee?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I always have problem whenever I need to say goodbye. I still remember when I was in Darjah 6, i cried a river on my last day..konon2nya sedih sgt lah nak tinggalkan sekolah tu, the teachers n of course the friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then, I cried a river again when I was in Uitm Melaka...konon2nya sedih sgt nak tinggalkan my Pre-Dip class DMC B...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This time, when I want to say bye-bye to my fellow officemate..i tak nangis dah..maybe i dah cry a lot during that miscariage episode...I came to the office last Friday just to do some handover n hugs2 n bye2 here n there..but I was still weak..i've got low bp..so my mind was a bit here n there....But, I came out with this poem that i've emailed to..I hope everybody that I worked with...SEB team, SRB team, HRSS team, COMREDs team, etc.. as my final gift to them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really enjoy working at that Kilang Keretapi...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Few months ago, I never think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;To send this email, like those who have sailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But it seems the day has finally come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;For me, to waive my palm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I will remember all the ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I will recall only the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;laughter’s sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;As those memories were rare and different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Coz you all were the ones who make it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;From viewing CVs and arranging interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;That was how I got to know some of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;From travel VISA to work permit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;That was when I got the chance to get closer to those charming &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expatriate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especially that pink train lover name ROHIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;To those &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;technicians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and extrovert engineers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Proud of yourself coz you are the thinkers and doers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Though some time we got sour faces between each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But most of the time we stand side by side rubbing shoulders! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just give the best in whatever you are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Coz when your parents or kids ask you can proudly tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;All those stuff about Bogie, Apron, Rolling Stock, T&amp;amp;C, Switches &amp;amp; Signalling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I am part of the team who make that Monorail moving!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finance Team, Procurement, Marcomm, Legal, Admin &amp;amp; Secretaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for kind assistance and make my life like sweet cherries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;From PR, PO, TRF, claims, appointments, Form 49 and SAPs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happiest thing when Admin &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;replenish biscuits and deliver my stationeries! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMREDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my red house team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;We’re the one who make the rest scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Winning seldom ...frequently loosing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Without us I don’t think all games will be so enjoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not to forget.. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HRSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who always smile and keep on blooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who patiently answered my questions and queries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;From payroll, entitlement, and also ING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;GAME Engineers &amp;amp; those “Fantastic Four”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You’ve touch my heart ever since you walked through that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I will cherish these whole wonderful years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Next time I’ll see you, you should be wiser and better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDACIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those with great left brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please don’t give up, just keep on rollin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Others may pay thousand just to learn what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But you’re so talented, so let’s on that Amp and just be you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Last but not least, to group of people we called &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Human Resource&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who always hear me singing from Nirvana, Rihanna to Diana Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for those sweet memories and sharing sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I’ve learned a lot, all bunch of lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I will miss the most all of you dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;And also the coldness of this North Pole, Level 18 branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah.. that Google Chat thing which is so interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Will you miss my new status every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope I’ve done something good to all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe not to all, maybe just a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope we can met again another chapter, another part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Much Thank You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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Nothing different. But last nite when I was sleeping, I've got this super chill that suddenly attacking my whole body till i shiver. I wonder is this something to do with brownish discharge that i have recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good lunch with office mate at Milanos, I complaint how my Acceptance of Resignation Letter has been wrong, this and that. Then suddenly when I want to go for Zohor prayer at 3pm, I felt something is not right, I went to toilet and there it was..blood. I stand still in the toilet for about 10 minutes..don't know what to do, trying to calm down myself, try to justify things..I am drop dead pale. I Google about pregnancy and bleeding and 15th weeks and it's written there "any kind of bleeding in pregnance is abnormal.." I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go back..by the time i reached home, it's alredy 4pm and the "gyne" at KPJ Selangor already left. While waiting for Abg Jay to come back, I decided to wait until tomorrow. I thought, it is nothing..it should be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - 21st October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am..We went to KPJ selangor, I register myself as 1st time patient. I then met Dr. Siti. I explained to Dr. Siti that I have visited GP for last 2 visits, I showed her my blood test result, I told her, my pregnancy history..then she asked me to lay on the bed to do some scanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..the grey cloud start covering my head...when Dr Siti start asking weird question.." Pernah tak rasa mcm tak pregnant?" " Pernah tak rasa mcm baby takde?" actually she just trying to figure out how to drop the bomb..." Mintak maaf nak bagi tau..actually baby dah takde..the heartbeat is not there..maybe dia dah takde for 2 days.." Then she start explaining the procedure this n that which frankly speaking I actually hear n understand nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then checked into the ward..after few calls made seeking help from friends n family to bank in some cash since the amount told to us quite high..Nurses showed me to my room and bed...I try to digest what has happened to me...nurses taking my blood sample, check my bp, check if i have diluted, etc..then only when i catched Abg Jay's eyes.....then my tears drop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought things can be that bad...or..can i put it this way..i never thought bad things can happen to me..to us. Who am i to say that kind of words, so selfish of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put in some medication, they said the baby will come out by himself, like normal birth..they said they will put in the medication every 3 hours till the baby comes out...I never thought the pain will be that bad...it same as labour pain..the contraction...after the first 3 hours, the midwife put in another medication..and the pain was terrible until i ask for pain killer but they said tablet won't work for that kind of pain..they need to jap me at the back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I felt something coming out..it is like waterbag plop when we want to give birth..and i know the baby has come out. D0c Siti came to check...and ensure the baby and the uri/placenta has properly keluar..n do the procedure which is so painfull to ensure everythinbg in my rahim keluar..semua dah bersih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky Abg Jay was always there..I know he was very busy, his phone keeps ringing, he needs to fetch the 2 girls from child care..this n that..but I am grateful he always be there..especially when the doc do the cleaning procedure...Ya Allah..sakitnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the procedure abg Jay balik rumah..with the janin..he called me at 10pm..he told me the baby was in perfect condition, the hand, the legs, everythig were there..and it's a boy...then was when i start wondering what went wrong..and all those questions came to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMS abg Jay, and asked him to name the baby. Since we never thought of any, I came up with Nur Ajmaien but then Abg Jay gave him Nur Najmaien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 22nd October 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFv32XZG-vY/TqXsV_jUbGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jX06DTM7wXg/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667195568696618082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFv32XZG-vY/TqXsV_jUbGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jX06DTM7wXg/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was discharged. I went back. Abg Jay busy with " kebumikan the janin" . Of course we felt very sad. While abg Jay busy kemas rumah, basuh kain, etc..I start analyzing what happened to me. I recall one day Ustaz Sekomi told us during ceramah "pada usia 3-4 bulan, baby dlm kandungan akan ditanya sama ada dia mahu meneruskan hidupnya di dunia atau dia tidak mahu.' I can't remember the exact words but it seems that the baby doesn't want to live. He rather go. Then i start to think.."maybe it was becoz of me, maybe i am not good enough, all the curse to those drivers who cut the line,etc.. then the baby rather go then grown up with this not so good mother.." that thought make me so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely speaking..I cried for 3 days, then suddenly something hit me on Monday..."Allah wants to remind you, you need to change your life, do more good things, Allah knows best, if let say the baby stay and grown up..and turn to be Monster..who knows..and we're not here to justified God's decision..move on Nani, be better person..At least Nur Najmaein is already 'there' waiting for you and praying for us, Insya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am good now..I enjoy this 1 week MC given to me. Though this is not the way i thought i ever spend my last few days with fellow officemate in Sekomi..but Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who help me with cash, etc..Thank you very much. And thank you also for all positive words and prayers, we really appreciate it very much. Jazzakallah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Nur Najmaein..ibu will always miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP1K_4Kf07g/TqXskXGPWOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mwGOH-VaEAo/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667195815535270114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP1K_4Kf07g/TqXskXGPWOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mwGOH-VaEAo/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4661892111835364458?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4661892111835364458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4661892111835364458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4661892111835364458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4661892111835364458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2011/10/nur-najmaien-bin-jumaien.html' title='Nur Najmaien Bin Jumaien'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFv32XZG-vY/TqXsV_jUbGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jX06DTM7wXg/s72-c/IMG_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5337830198186508580</id><published>2011-10-06T11:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T14:50:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping those pages...</title><content type='html'>1 place I'll miss the most when i left 1 FA is ....&lt;b&gt;the Popular Book Store &lt;/b&gt;(besides JJ, Milanos, n mcm2 tempat lagi..)...too near to our office, bak kata my friend sweet Sophia.."kentut tak hilang bau lagi dah sampai.." too big to left it alone and too inviting to only pass by.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNLf4b7pOtI/To0jgcun-HI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZHzFJ6RlyXY/s1600/billy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNLf4b7pOtI/To0jgcun-HI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZHzFJ6RlyXY/s320/billy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660219347049117810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Lately, I have different taste in choosing my book.  Dulu, mostly love stories yg meleleh2 air hidung membacanya..or..funny stories...but now still funny but yet more on memoir.  And major changes is the year that story happened.  During 3 weeks raya 2011 KK trip, I read &lt;b&gt;Billy Brown, I'll Tell Your Mother&lt;/b&gt;.  I was and i am not sure why i picked this book.    Maybe bcoz of the cover..it is in black n white.  The book is a memoir of a boy name Billy, how he and his family live in London after World War II.  How at age of 7, he looked for part time job just for the sake of getting extra pocket money.  He started with working part time on Saturday, then he try to work in market on Sunday.  The most interesting part, how this young boy looks into all opportunities in front of him, e.g..selling horse shit for Rose garden (budak2 lain sure tak mau..busuk), selling unused fruit boxes for fire wood, selling apple picked from rumah tinggal, etc.etc.  The best pat, this book is rather funny..it is not normal sad memoir...or kisah sedih kehidupan sape2...no..it is different.  Try read it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who has adventurous life when u were a kid,  you might enjoy this book.  But for those who got to spend ur kid's life attending ballet class, piano class, language class....i hope u can understand this book.  Apparently, my daughter Juanna just don't get it either.  For her.. "why la.. that boy need to do extra work, mak dia tak marah ke..kecik2 lagi dah kerja".  Same like she doesn't understand &lt;b&gt;To Kill The Mocking Bird&lt;/b&gt;...she just don't get it how come young children can just run across the field, masuk hutan, tangkap burung.  She just haven't got chances to enjoy that kind of moment like i did..(of course zaman aku kecik2 takde PS2, internet, bagai) ..sian budak2 zaman skrg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umKLzOLktvI/To0jzbXJhxI/AAAAAAAAAes/Gz3jKQLXR_s/s1600/Diary%2Bof%2BAnne%2BFrank.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umKLzOLktvI/To0jzbXJhxI/AAAAAAAAAes/Gz3jKQLXR_s/s320/Diary%2Bof%2BAnne%2BFrank.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660219673099732754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Now, I am reading &lt;b&gt;The Diary of Young Girl - Anne Frank&lt;/b&gt;.  This is so true story!  It is about Anne Frank, a Jewish girl..(if mak aku tau aku baca buku pasal yahudi..mesti dia berleter...) how she and her family live in secret room they called Secret Annexe just for the sake of saving their lives from German during WWII.  The book make us feel the miserable life they felt.  8 of them hiding for 25 weeks++, never go outside, never feel the fresh air breeze, never kiss the rain n never taste the snow flakes for 2 years pluss!!  The place is so damp and so dark.  In summer it was so hot, in winter it was so cold.  And this 14 years old girl has put every words perfectly in her diary, she is so talented..though this book written in Dutch but has been translated into few languages.  If you wish to preview the book, you can visit this link &lt;a href="http://hannah512.glogster.com/TheDiaryofAnneFrank/"&gt;http://hannah512.glogster.com/TheDiaryofAnneFrank/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It has complete photo of the family.  I haven't finish reading it yet..maybe i can finish it tonight but from the closing n welcome notes of the book, i got to know that Anne died in concentration camp when he was 15.  I guess this book makes me lebih bersyukur I don't have go through WWII..but who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Next book...?  dah beli dah...a story about black women who work as maid with white families in sounthern US in 60s....best ke tak? tunguuuuuuu........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5337830198186508580?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5337830198186508580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5337830198186508580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5337830198186508580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5337830198186508580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2011/10/flipping-those-pages.html' title='Flipping those pages...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNLf4b7pOtI/To0jgcun-HI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZHzFJ6RlyXY/s72-c/billy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5298868304298921938</id><published>2011-10-05T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:22:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gp1Fin32DA/TowhGg2mkWI/AAAAAAAAAec/X8hPMgSYTkk/s1600/Funny-to-dolist-Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659935227479757154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gp1Fin32DA/TowhGg2mkWI/AAAAAAAAAec/X8hPMgSYTkk/s320/Funny-to-dolist-Image.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaa...after almost a year, finally i manage to come back to this lonely page..ngahhhh..it is not bcoz i have nothing to say, actually i have a lot but Notes in FB is much easier to key in..using my nokia cap ayam..sambil berbaring2 pun boleh key in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 almost come to the end..so far, there are so many things happened.  The most i'll remember is..The Prank on my birthday from my lovely adik2 kilang ketapi and KK trip Syawal 2011..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCWuy8mpDkc/TowgzdVzp3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/kJBWc0eDnaU/s1600/tb400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659934900119381874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCWuy8mpDkc/TowgzdVzp3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/kJBWc0eDnaU/s320/tb400.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 221px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something i would like to announce here..am 3 weeks++ (betul ke..??) pregnant!..ngahhhh..what a surprise...after naqeesya dah 7 years old....alhamdulillahh.  Pregnant at 37 is...exciting but a bit tiring..don't call me at 9pm..i maybe dah ternganga kat atas sofa...zzzzzzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else, moving away from this lovely kilang ketapi soon...where?  Later i update ye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do u like my new blog layout??  I don't know what is there left in my brain..but it looks a bit childish..but i really like it..the font is like my handwriting when i was in secondary school.....(karangan BM of course....kalau paper Physic, Bio or Kimia....the handwriting will be like cacing kerawit..since most of the time i tido dlm kelass....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..till now first..hopefully i will be rajin to write again soon..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5298868304298921938?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5298868304298921938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5298868304298921938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5298868304298921938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5298868304298921938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2011/10/public-announcement.html' title='Public Announcement!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Gp1Fin32DA/TowhGg2mkWI/AAAAAAAAAec/X8hPMgSYTkk/s72-c/Funny-to-dolist-Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5466558820404008584</id><published>2010-12-29T10:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:17:44.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears drop at paediatric unit, HUKM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqmbnt6uPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oDR15TKg-7g/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqmbnt6uPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oDR15TKg-7g/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555936083763181810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I end up (almost..though few days more left..) 2010 with unexpected experience that melt my heart.  Last week, I received invitation from Green House to join their Pyramid Project at HUKM.  Clearly, I don't have any idea what it is all about..I thought, it is good to go out from office and have some fun. Media Prima will bring few celebrities...sure it will be fun...(though I can't recognise few of them!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRql1uGeHHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/51tR-ypvFL8/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRql1uGeHHI/AAAAAAAAAd8/51tR-ypvFL8/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555935432641748082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to HUKM we went yesterday, En Hkimi, Dell and I and the rest .  Then everything getting clearer over there, actually SC*** and Media Prima donated 8 units of LCD TV to the pediatric unit.  During the ceremony, I saw lots of kids...anak-anak yang kurang sihat, few of them baru habis chemotherapy session, they all getting bold and weak but still they can smile, behind their cute face mask.  Some of them looks like very happy kids, but underneath their t-shirt tubes n wires sticking out from their stomach, 1 of them there is hole under their chin and they all bellow 6 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqlg8gLXYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1g1FgV9rSYo/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqlg8gLXYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/1g1FgV9rSYo/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555935075730414978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this one kakak with her 4 years old son Amir who has suffered from serious epilepsy since he was 3-4 months old.  His epilepsy has damaged part of his brain, he can't speak and stand, walk .  In other words he is not like normal 4 years old kid.  Kakak start telling me the story about Amir.  She actually adopted Amir from Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat.  After been married for 15 years with no kids, kakak n her husband decided to adopted a boy.  Then they've met Amir, a boy who has been born outside of wedlock.  His original parent were IPTA student.  Maybe now both of his parent have graduated but they decided not to raise Amir.  Kakak said, when she first adopted Amir, he was a healthy baby, but Allah want to test them, one day while she was bathing Amir, he turn blue then everything started since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, during my conversation with kakak..I can't sense any regrets, any dissapointment or any sadness.  She looks calm, happy and she loves Amir very much.  Her husband just normal penjaja, but still she looks .....like nothing big deal.  In fact her final words before we say goodbye really touch my heart.."Nasib baik ibu bapa dia hantar kat Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat ada lah rezeki akak nak besarkan Amir, nasib baik dia orang tak buang Amir merata-rata....agak2nya kalau ditakdirkan ibu bapa dia yang jaga Amir, mungkin dia orang pun tak tahan nak tengok Amir yang sentiasa sakit mcm ni, agaknya sebab tu Allah temukan akak dengan Amir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqlDQuuoPI/AAAAAAAAAds/t3ioeuFahXg/s1600/chinese%2Bgirl%2Bhukm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqlDQuuoPI/AAAAAAAAAds/t3ioeuFahXg/s320/chinese%2Bgirl%2Bhukm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555934565764079858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get well soon,  dear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears broke when I met this little Chinese girl.  She's been warded since 15 Dec, and when I asked her why she is here she said "Doctor said my blood  count very low, and I am very weak."  Gosh!! she looks like Naqeesya, and she told me that she is going to school next week but she's not sure which school she will be going. I pat her back holding back my tears as I know, probably she unable to attend the school next week.  She just smile and she said she went to kinder garden but she always absence since she's not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across her bed, I saw one little girl, sitting alone in her cage like bed.  A nurse told me that she is from Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat, she's been abandoned, She is OKU, she is sick and alone.  Then nurse told me there are babies over there which have been abandoned at Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat and now they are not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold back my tears any longer.....I just move back, I can't stand to hear anymore stories from the nurse about them...It just so sad to look at those beautiful faces, abandoned and very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please blessed them,  sihatkan tubuh badan mereka and assist them to be very good khalifah, and permudahkan urusan kehidupan mereka.  Amin....&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/8803322732687566806-5466558820404008584?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5466558820404008584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5466558820404008584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5466558820404008584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5466558820404008584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2010/12/tears-drop-at-paediatric-unit-hukm.html' title='tears drop at paediatric unit, HUKM...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRqmbnt6uPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oDR15TKg-7g/s72-c/IMG_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3023579565142810602</id><published>2010-12-23T12:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:11:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlari Ke Langit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLmUtnBPVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XBrz3IaRB5M/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLmUtnBPVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XBrz3IaRB5M/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553754534016269650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dah banyak kali I put Berlari Ke Langit as my status kat FB.  Why?  I don't know, but some how certain time in a year..I just feels like I want to pack my back and go somewhere far and left behind everything..only me and nature and new area..meeting new people and feels the butterfly in the stomach when we landed at new places....Feww...sounds like movie Eat, Pray and Love pulak dah.&lt;br /&gt;But it is true..that is how I feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnFFINoJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LaLwzkiEKnM/s1600/epl2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnFFINoJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LaLwzkiEKnM/s320/epl2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755364963229842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some other time, I just wants to be at home in my favourite baju tido (Big t-shirts n loose track bottom/seluar kotak2) and just baring2 on my cozy land/room..and read book, flip over magazine/ watch those DVD haram yg beli kat The Summit while listening to radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really feels like nak berlari ke langit, pack my back and go somewhere new, yg I tak pernah pergi....Can I do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe feels great when we have different Immigration Stamp on our passport kan...and call ourself Word Travellers macam Ian Wright or Asha Gill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnZjmFMII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xSN3kyt_KB0/s1600/singapore.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnZjmFMII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xSN3kyt_KB0/s320/singapore.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755716738953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnkzDLDBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/agHcTzw8-D8/s1600/bali.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLnkzDLDBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/agHcTzw8-D8/s320/bali.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553755909866064914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next year, plan to go Singapore and Bali..Boleh ke?  Let see how it goes....&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/8803322732687566806-3023579565142810602?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3023579565142810602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3023579565142810602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3023579565142810602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3023579565142810602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2010/12/berlari-ke-langit.html' title='Berlari Ke Langit..'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TRLmUtnBPVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XBrz3IaRB5M/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5755523762296266420</id><published>2010-10-07T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:02:20.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinabalu'/><title type='text'>Saya dan KK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1e1yWWWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/O13nvSVtDfM/s1600/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1e1yWWWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/O13nvSVtDfM/s320/IMG_4844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525176595995056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kami balik July lalu sebab ada wedding sis in law....  syok berkumpul satu family.  Terpaksa ambik cuti seminggu dan mencuti kan anak2 dr sekolah seminggu juga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1d8TqxfZI/AAAAAAAAAco/MNcfujYkRNY/s1600/kahwin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1d8TqxfZI/AAAAAAAAAco/MNcfujYkRNY/s320/kahwin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525175608506678674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1d0BA33gI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tE-h34rmCsk/s1600/kahwin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1d0BA33gI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tE-h34rmCsk/s320/kahwin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525175466060144130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gambar keluarga in law adik beradik...cukup 9 orang adik beradik semuanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dtIAXh2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/THOp5f4H14E/s1600/kahwin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dtIAXh2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/THOp5f4H14E/s320/kahwin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525175347677988706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1ddlEKkSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vbRs087KSLw/s1600/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1ddlEKkSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/vbRs087KSLw/s320/IMG_4832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525175080600637730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dNpX3iFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5d9_YrHKaEU/s1600/IMG_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dNpX3iFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5d9_YrHKaEU/s320/IMG_4859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525174806879111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dAVyOsmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZpROkzl5w1M/s1600/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1dAVyOsmI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZpROkzl5w1M/s320/IMG_4790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525174578282672738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anjung Selera..waktu senja..makanan tak berapa sedap pun jadi sedap dgn view macam ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1czCmAXFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yH5O8NJZt_k/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1czCmAXFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yH5O8NJZt_k/s320/IMG_4756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525174349792828498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1cLg5z6GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7oPP58d7jcA/s1600/IMG_4711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1cLg5z6GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7oPP58d7jcA/s320/IMG_4711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525173670734194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KK memang cantik and unik...hmmm...bila nak balik lagi ye..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5755523762296266420?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5755523762296266420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5755523762296266420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5755523762296266420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5755523762296266420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2010/10/saya-dan-kk.html' title='Saya dan KK'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TK1e1yWWWXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/O13nvSVtDfM/s72-c/IMG_4844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-975244866619087336</id><published>2010-06-15T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:25:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nak Kurus...!</title><content type='html'>Lamanya dah tak berblog....apa jadi dah kat blog ni?  masih hidup cuma sepi sikit je...pejam celik pejam celik...dah masuk June, pertengahan June dah.  Dari Episod naik Gunung last october..sampai sekarang..nampak gayanya tak ada perkembangan menraik dalam hidup aku..melainkan perkembangan tubuh badan.....oh tidakk..tidakkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjejakkan kaki sebagai kontrak staff kat SC*** ni, nampak gayanya hajat dan keingininan nak jadi Pen"kurus" tak berapa nak jadi...mana taknye, foodcourt turun satu floor sahaja, birthday party ada every month.  farewell party pun ada every month jugak, bila ustaz datang bg ceramah..dapat free lunch..makan lagi.  Balik ke rumah, anak2 makan..ibu pun nak makan jugak...adoi...belum nak kira lagi..tukang buat cup cake n chocolate cake yg sedap yg ada kat depan mata ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TBc4BbrDCNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6IkW4fv8IX0/s1600/IMG0054A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TBc4BbrDCNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6IkW4fv8IX0/s320/IMG0054A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482912668606204114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu ada lah jugak mendaftarkan diri kat Gym terdekat kat rumah. Fitness World.  Takdelah segah Fitness First,Celebrity Fitness, True Fitness..what not..tapi gymlah jugak..dah lah murah RM90 je..TAPIIIII....hajat hati nak kurus tetap tak berjaya.  Aku aktif gym beberapa minggu terawal aje, selepas diserang chicken pox awal january dulu..aktiviti ke gym dah makin slow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sure, lepas aku post kan en3 ni..ramailah penjual2 obat kurus akan menyerbu FB n Shout box aku...tp aku nak buat dek je..aku nak teruskan dgn aktiviti berjogging ala2 berlari2 anak yang aku dah start buat 2-3 minggu dah ni...walaupun setakat 20-30 minit..tapi sampai setakat ini consistent lah lagi..(Harap2 forever ye..).  Ni ada lah pulak org dok promote beli krim pelangsing.  Bukannya apa, tujuan pakai krim ni adalah untuk meningkatkan xtvt pembakaran lemak ketika berjogging..so aku pun termakan jugak kata2 nya dan dah beli..panas ooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TBc4iZdvdfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cxruphMUZBU/s1600/HR+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TBc4iZdvdfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cxruphMUZBU/s320/HR+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482913234949207538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terpaksa nyorok kat belakang..sbb konon2 tak nampak badan...kueng3X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..berjayakah aku meng"kuruskan" badan aku??? kita tunggu dan lihat..yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-975244866619087336?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/975244866619087336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=975244866619087336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/975244866619087336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/975244866619087336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2010/06/nak-kurus.html' title='Nak Kurus...!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/TBc4BbrDCNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6IkW4fv8IX0/s72-c/IMG0054A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2125774887368660762</id><published>2010-01-08T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:47:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adoi Nyah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 dah seminggu berlalu...seminggu ni jugak lah aku terperuk aje kat rumah semenjak Si Naqeesya kena chicken pox..kesian minah tu..org lain dah start sekolah..dia dok melangut je lagi kat depan Disney Channel. Sepanjang seminggu ini lah jugak aku asyik BerFarmville dan BerCafe World..sehinggalah kelmarin aku dapat satu email dari akademi penulis..yg buatkan hati aku penuh bara.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/S0bGhovk5DI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-MNnkrXopEc/s1600-h/9Nyawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424241082389292082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/S0bGhovk5DI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-MNnkrXopEc/s320/9Nyawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bara-bara hati aku ni makin marak setelah aku baca buku terbaru abg pek, 9 Nyawa (Izuddin punya idea lah ni..nak bagi title mcm tu ..setelah menengokkan kucing2 mereka yg gemuk2 tuh..). mamat ni..siang2 kerja, kadang2 kena pergi ober sea lagi..malam balik rumah tolong basuh kain lagi hehehe...tapi masih ada masa nak tulis novel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/S0bGtWLmLdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KYgMz2RmIhY/s1600-h/nani+n+abg+pek7(rsize).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/S0bGtWLmLdI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KYgMz2RmIhY/s320/nani+n+abg+pek7(rsize).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424241283564973522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Email dari akademi penulis tu aku baca utk tah keberapa kali...email tu kata dia org ada menawarkan kursus penulisan 3 hari 2 malam di Hotel Vistana dgn harga Rm1600 dan seterusnya bila aku belek2 lagi aku jumpa pulak website univeritipts.com yg menawarkan bengkel penulisan percuma...Rm1600 ke, percuma ke bukan satu masaklah...masaklahnye..aku!..rajin kah...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan hari ini aku belek2 lagi thumbdrive tempat aku simpan koleksi2 cerpen ku, aku baca balik Tudung Wani yg pernah tersiar kat majalah Nur, Senjakala yg pernah tersiar kat Dara.Com, dan beberapa cerpen lagi yg pernah masuk Remaja, Nur, Muslimah..etc...Akhirnya, aku belek novel2 yg dah aku tulis yg akhirnya jadik macam Projek rumah tak sudah.. Mungkin Nanti Ada Kasih dah masuk Chapter 20 tapi aku stop sbb kerumitan hidup masa kat kuantan yg akhirnya Novel tu dipendekkan jadik cerpen je..nasib baik tersiar jugak kat Nur..terima kasih Salina Ibrahim. Kemudian, Andai Bulan Bisa Bicara , novel thriller yg dah masuk Chapter 12..tapi tak sudah2 jugak selepas aku tiba2 diserang soklan yg beturbi2.."boleh jual ke, ada ke org nak publish ke..sedang kan buku tu tak siap lagi tp aku dah fikir bukan2...bila aku baca..ok jugak tulisan aku nih...(kalau tak aku, sapa lagi nak puji.. dah aku sorang je yg baca...)dan yg terakhir yg sepatutnya siap tahun 2009..Ada Apa Dengan Ameena Zahara..aku bantutkan hajat hati nak siapkan buku ni selepas 1 publisher kata "buku dalam bentuk diari tak boleh jual, guna style monolog, menyebabkan jalan cerita tak boleh berkembang"..dan aku pun terus tak kembangkannya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aduhai Nani Koraiza..kalau ko siapkan buku2 tu..tah2 sekarang ni ko dah jadi...famous dah (ahaks22)....tak baik berkalau..so..resolusi aku tahun ini..nak siapkan 2 buku aku itu...siap kan je...publish ke tak lain cerita.....boleh kah? Rajin kah..? Jgn fikir byk..buat je...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2125774887368660762?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2125774887368660762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2125774887368660762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2125774887368660762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2125774887368660762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2010/01/bila-lagi.html' title='Bila Lagi'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/S0bGhovk5DI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-MNnkrXopEc/s72-c/9Nyawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8055131200731158688</id><published>2009-12-12T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:44:45.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perjalanan ini.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SyMQ2NfIesI/AAAAAAAAAac/LxIjS9N5fPc/s1600-h/rawang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414189700548688578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SyMQ2NfIesI/AAAAAAAAAac/LxIjS9N5fPc/s320/rawang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lama nye tak update blog, semenjak ekspedisi mendaki gunung kinabalu tu..bukan sebab penat tak hilang lagi..tapi sebab kesempitan masa yg terlampau...juga nak mintak maaf kat kawan-kawan, sbb dah lama saya tak ber YM, dan BerFB..setakat berkebun dan bercafe saja kat FB...perjalanan hidup saya makin jauh..bukanya jauh apa..saya skrg berulang ke Sg Choh Rawang pada setiap pagi dan petang....huhuhu..dari USJ ke Rawang..dulu ikut entrance dan exit Bukit Beruntung..tapi dah lepas 3 minggu saya dah terror redah pekan rawang tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebagai seorg recruitment Consultant..di mana ada rezeki, di situlah saya pergi...nak pilih2 tu payah lah sikit..kami yg kerja sendiri ni susah sikit nak dapatkan option, nak kena jaga hati client o...Mula-mula rasa cam aduhai..Rawang?? takde ke jauh lagi..? hulu beno tempat tu...dgn bangunan tempat client tu yg indah khabar dr rupa. Bangunan nye cantik...tapi hanyalah setakat screen saver..masuk ke dalam....pergh...!! serba kekurangan.. hari pertama saya di sana..disambut dgn bau tikus mati..wek..wek..kemudian air cond di dlm bilik yg saya nak tumpang pulak meletup..huhuhu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minggu pertama dan kedua..memang saya rasa macam..malas..betul, tapi sib baik masa tu ada cuti raya haji dan sebagai consultant saya boleh lah masuk lambat dan balik cepat..asalkan kerja utk hari tu siap..no problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi..akhir2 ni...saya seolah rasa sedar n paham..kenapa tetiba saya diberi rezeki utk ke Rawang ini, pertamanya saya memang sedar org2 di opis Rawang ini amat memerlukan bantuan saya..utk cari kakitangan2 baru...terutamanya utk jawatan2 technician2 tu...keduanya, saya rasa bertganggungjawab utk "meng go through" every CV..terutama CV2 adik2 graduate dari IKM, politechnic dan kolej2 kecik2 ni...kalau tak saya yg nak belek CV dia org sapa lagi, kalau tak saya yg nak arrange interview utk dia org..sapa lagi..ada yg dah grad setahun tapi masih tak ada kerja, ada yg kerja kecil2an kat workshop...sekurang2nya kalau dia org dapat kerja kat SCO** ni..adalah extra pengalaman, KWSP, SOCSO dan sebagainya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ketiga, kalau dulu...nak pergi mana pun Enche Jay yg bawak keter, kalau nak pergi jauh sikit dia takkan bagi saya bawak..tapi sekarang, terpaksalah saya belajar2 drive kat highway..di himpit dicelah2 antara lori kontena n bus express..seram jugak oi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi yg paling buat saya tersedar ialah..bila tgk kan..staff2 SCO** yg non executive level ni..mcm operator dr Nepal, Myanmar n Bangladesh...depa2 ni baru mai sini..adui....bersyukur benor rasanya jadi rakyat malaysia..bila dgr cerita hidup dia org..kesusahan yg dia org hadapi kat negara dia org sana. Sampai kat sini, depa terpaksa ikat perut sbb nak simpan duit utk anak bini, mak bapak kat sana..ada yg islam tu..ada jugak berhajat nak hantar duir utk mak bapak pergi haji...depa makan nasik kosong je kadang2...kalau ada lauk pun mungkin sambal ikan bilis atau sardin je..kadang2 depa ambik sayur saja sebagai lauk dgn nasik yg membukit sepenuh2 pinggan...ada yg kata depa tak pandai makan ayam n daging...selalu makan ikan bilis je...kita org mesia ni..tak makan ayam sehari tak sah...adui..insaf lah sikit rasanya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dah lepas sebulan di rawang, saya tak kisah kalau pihak client nak suruh saya ke Rawang lagi...kalau kat WCP saya bangun pagi kena fikir baju apa nak pakai supaya looks executive tp kat sini..lantak pi hang la..asalkan berpakaian...syok jugak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy jugak tgk gelagat adik2 kat Rawang ni, n especially si Sopi..budak Nepal yg kerja kat kantin....tukang hantar teh tarik n karipap kat saya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-8055131200731158688?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8055131200731158688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8055131200731158688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8055131200731158688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8055131200731158688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/12/perjalanan-ini.html' title='perjalanan ini.....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SyMQ2NfIesI/AAAAAAAAAac/LxIjS9N5fPc/s72-c/rawang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5123896254075931766</id><published>2009-10-01T21:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:19:34.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku sapa sejuk beku puncak kinabalu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTDQw0STGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tDV7K2Ygj4s/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645746991484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTDQw0STGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tDV7K2Ygj4s/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tajuk entry terlampau......terlebih sudahhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam baru je minggu lepas aku berpenat- penat dan berlelah-lelah yang amat mendaki ke puncak Gunung Kinabalu.Lama dah sebenarnya aku teringin nak naik ke atas tu. Entah kenapalah, tapi aku rasa macam best gila kalau dapat naik. Lebih2 lagi Enche Jay tak habis2 berciter pasal kebessan mendaki gunung kinabalu tu, dia dah naik 5 kali termasuk edisi minggu lepas. Ada byk sebab org daki Gunung Kinabalu (GK) 'ni, ada yg nak nikmati pemandangan, ada yg nak test power, tubuh badan, ada yg memang dah hobi...tapi..aku...entah..aku cuma rasa teringin nak naik atas tu dan nak ambik gambar kat atas tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTCfezTVtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5AdpB_8Np_U/s1600-h/IMG_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387644900341929682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTCfezTVtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5AdpB_8Np_U/s320/IMG_3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sebelum naik...bolehlah berposing sambil tersengih...dah penat2 kang..sengih pun tak larat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Minggu lepas, hari Rabu..aku dan Enche Jay memulakan perjalanan ke National Park Sabah, kami ambik Pakej Mendaki GK yg berharga RM500++ seorang, termasuk 1 mlm penginapan kat kaki gunung, 1 malam penginapan kat 3/4 GK (Laban Rata) dan makan minum. Tu tak termasuk kos Guide, transportation, insurans, bayaran masuk, dll...kalau kira2..dekat2 RM2k lebih lah jugak jumlahnye....hmmm....lebih kurang sama rege dgn iphone idaman. Lepas check in, kami beraya di Ranau, di rumah sepupu2 Enche Jay, dalam perjalanan dari kejauhan aku dah nampak puncak GK tu...pergh...aku berangan "Insya allah, esok sampailah aku kat Laban Rata tu, Jumaat pagi..sampai kat puncaknye.." . Yakin sungguh akakk dgn kemampuan aku! Aku tak terfikir pun akan segala kesulitan yg ada..nampak mcm senang je...Mlmnya, aku dan Enche Jay bermalam di Hill Lodge, di kaki GK...sejukkk..ditemani dgn bunyi cengkerik n unggas rimba...n bunyi pelik2 yg lain..al-maklumlah, tepi hutan tebal. Anak2 aku tinggalkan di KK dgn adik2 ipar n mertua aku...bila aku call dia org, anak2 aku ok je...mcm tak kisah pun ibu bapanya takde...hmmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pagi2 Khamis, kami bangun dgn penuh semangat pendakian...bukak2 pintu Lodge kami....tu dia...!! GK berdiri teguh..besar je...macam menginvite kami utk panjat ke atas tuh. Tanpa berlengah2 lagi kami pun pergi ke pejabat utama, jumpa guide n ambik transport dari Pintu Taman Negara tu ke Timpohon Gate. Masa ni excited gila aku...rasa macam takde masalah lah nak mendaki GK tuh...lebih2 pulak cuaca baik, terang benderang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTDphlqNHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dA_UKd0PQk4/s1600-h/IMG_3393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646172400333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTDphlqNHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/dA_UKd0PQk4/s320/IMG_3393.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ariani patut offer aku jadi Model turung dia...sampai ke Puncak Gunung aku promosi tudung dia ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam lebih kurang 15-25 minit berjalan, kedatangan kami disambut oleh satu air terjun kecil....bestnya tak terkata...akhirnya aku berjaya jugak nak mendaki GK nih...sejam berjalan..kami sampai ke pondok rehat pertama, kata Enche Jay dan Guide kami, ada 7 pondok sebelum sampai ke Laban Rata...maka aku pun mulalah mengira2..Enche Jay pulak sibuk merakam video dan ambik gambar...trail yg mula2nya rata dan busut2 kecil..dah bertukar jadi tangga2 yang besar dan landai....masa ni aku ok lagi...lepas kami sampai ke pondok ke 3 atau 4..namanya Layang2...mulalah pemanjatan tahap kritikal...tangga2 landai dah mula jadi curam..dan lama2 tangga dah tak ada..bertukar jadi bongkah2 batu yang besar...kesusahan mula terasa...kaki aku mula rasa lenguh2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTEQnt842I/AAAAAAAAAZw/kWc2AuQY1mo/s1600-h/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646844060623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTEQnt842I/AAAAAAAAAZw/kWc2AuQY1mo/s320/IMG_3398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau bagaimanapun, aku rasa aku ok lagi...sbb mata aku sibuk melilau tgk perubahan muka bumi, dari tanah berumput, bertukar jadi batu2 besar bewarna kuning. Dari pokok2 hutan yg besar..bertukar jadi pokok2 renek ala-2 bonzai. Dalam perjalanan tu aku mula sedar, kami je pendaki local, yg lain2 ramainya mat n minah saleh, jepun, china dan Korea. Sepanjang perjalanan naik, kami jumpa pendaki2 yg dah turun. Ada yg berjaya sampai ke atas puncak, ada yg tak...semuanya saling berhai! berhello dan bergood luck! Lama kelamaan...kepenatan mula membuatkan aku asyik tanya Enche Jay.."Jauh lagi ke?" "aku rasa aku tanya soklan tu every 10 minit...sampaikan Enche Jay dah mula bosan nak jawab n mulalah memberi jawapan standarnya iaitu.."Hmmmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTE9dzn5-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-TKRGEiT7dE/s1600-h/IMG_3413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387647614494173154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTE9dzn5-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-TKRGEiT7dE/s320/IMG_3413.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Selepas 5 jam mendaki...kami sampai ke Laban Rata. ni dah kira2 3/4 pendakian lah...tu pun 6km jaraknya. bukan tanah landai tau...bukan rata mcm padang bola tu tau...Sampai kat sini, kami check in di dorm. Kami dapat roomate couple dr Germany....Martin n..tah hapa lah nama geprennya tuh. Lepas makan dalam pukul 7pm, kami tido. Sebab pagi2 esok dalam pukul 2am, kami kena bangun n teruskan pendakian ke puncak. Kat Laban Rata ni..aku dah mula rasa kesejukkan yg amat. Angin bertiup sgt kencang. Mlm tu aku telan Panadol Activefast 4 bijik, sapu kepala lutut n kaki dgn Yoko2 n tiger balm n cuba tido. Aku tido ok, tapi Enche Jay tak boleh tido...konon2nya sbb beralih tempat tido n sbb minum kopi pekat masa dinner tadi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malam tu, sejuk Ya Rabbi...! aku tidur dgn satu tracksuit, seluar jeans, t-shirt 2 lapis, sweater 2 lapis, stokin lagi...baru bleh tido. Nak ambik wuduk...pun tak sanggup nak cecah air...ni kan plak nak mandi. Paginya dlm pukul 1.45am, kami bangun..gosok gigi je n celup2 jari nak buang taik mata, ala2 P Ramlee lah... pukul 2.30am kami pun mula lah mendaki ke puncak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya Allah!..cubalah korang bayangkan, kena panjat batu2 n tangga2 yg curam..tgh malam pekat...tak nampak apa pun, harapkan torchlight je...angin plak kuat, sejukkkk lagi......belum sampai 5 minit...mendaki..dr Dorm kami...aku dah panik...aku rasa mcm dah tak bleh buat...mengah semacam je...aku pun mula ambik inhaler asthma aku, 1 ventolin yg biasa n 1 lagi yg ada steroid punya..power sikit... mendaki lagi...Enche Jay kata..pelan2 je, tak yah laju2. Tapi guide aku kata..kalau lambat2 nanti kita sampai lambat kat puncak tuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Byk kali jugak aku cakap aku nak turun, tak sanggup rasanya nak panjat dlm sejuk yg amat tuh...Enche Jaylah yg tolong push "sikit je lagi..." katanya..sikit hapenye...100m kat gunung tu mcm 1000km kat tempat landai! Bila aku kata.."tak larat dah, nak turun dah ni.." Enche Jay kata.."jomlah turun..tapi...nanti tak bleh lah ambik gambar kat atas tuh.." Waduh! bikin panas...! Aku terus jugak mendaki...setiap 10 tapak aku berenti...bukan aku sorang je rupanya, ramai lagi yg mcm tu...penat giler wehhhh....kabus tebal menyelubungi puncak gunung, patutlah sejuk semacam..walaupun pakai gloves 2 lapis...masih terasa kesejukkan...tangan mula kebas. Lepas sessi mendaki anak2 tangga kat atas tu..dtg pulak dah sessi mendaki tebing curam...pakai tali lagi...teringat plak zaman belajar rapling masa kat ITM dulu...! aku rasa susah sungguh masa tuh...dgn sejuk n nafas yg mula pendek2. Sejuk tu yg buat aku cepat penat. Tekak pulak kering tahap gurun sbb asyik bernafas ikut mulut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mcm biasa, mulut aku asyik tanya Enche Jay..lambat lagi ke nak sampai atas, jauh lagi ke..tension giler bila tgk dah ada org yg turun, aku ingatkan org tu dah sampai puncak..rupa2nya tak sampai pun...separuh jalan dah give up...termasuk room mate aku si Martin n geprennya...lagi lah aku tension. Tapi sedar tak sedar aku dah sampai ke Sayat-Sayat. Satu pondok utk climbers check in ke puncak. Kesejukkan dah mula tahap Everest dah kot...rambut yg terkeluar dr tudung keras tercokeng (tercacak). Bibir dah tak boleh gerak...rasanya macam baru lepas leyakkan bibir tu kat freezer..(try lah buat!) Janggut Enche Jay pun beku...hingus pun beku...Walaupun dah sampai kat Sayat-Sayat, kabus masih terlalu tebal...tak nampak langsung matahri naik...angin menderu2 kencang...puncak pun kami tak nampak. ada satu kali tu..aku sgt2 give-up sampai aku ckp kat ENche JAy "Bang..dah lah..saya declare ni lah puncak saya.." padahal yg aku nampak tuy bukan puncak pon, aku punya imagination jer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku teruskan lagi pendakian dlm kesejukkan tu...otak aku mulalah terfikir.."nape aku pergi nyusahkan diri nih..bagus lagi aku duduk rumah tido2, tak pun makan kuih raya...". Aku tak tahulah apa perasaan Enche Jay..tp dia ada kata..dah 5 kali dia mendaki, nilah pengalaman paling teruk...aiseh, ni buat aku fed-up nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTFRB0CRfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ql0QYkbQUt8/s1600-h/IMG_3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387647950577092082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTFRB0CRfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ql0QYkbQUt8/s320/IMG_3406.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesssss....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di 100m terakir menuju puncak...sejuk dah sampai ke tulang sum-sum, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ada 1 mat salleh ni, siap menyorok bawah batu besar n berbungkus dgn selimut lagi..melampau!! Tahap penglihatan pun tak jelas....tapi dlm tak jelas tu...dgn tak disangka2 tiba2 aku nampak puncak tu...Enche Jay cakap.."Yang, sampai dah kita kat puncak..." aku mcm tak sangka sgt...sbb apa yg aku gambarkan lain sgt dgn apa yg aku hadapai masa tu...aku tak nampak sunrise, semua kabus je...tapi aku tetap ambik gambar jugak kat puncak tu...walaupun gambar tak clear..perasaaan aku masa ni..entah...rasa happy tu sikit sgt sbb kesakitan kaki, keletihan n kesejukkan yg melampau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTFnZAf6UI/AAAAAAAAAaI/476mfgYQw8s/s1600-h/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648334760503618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTFnZAf6UI/AAAAAAAAAaI/476mfgYQw8s/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dlm perjalanan turun dari Puncak ke Laban Rata, aku turun perlahan2...masa tu hari mula terang sikit, dan aku asyik berdoa mintak Tuhan, sinarkan cahaya mentari sikit..sbb aku nak sgt tgk puncak tu..spt yg aku tgk dlm gambar2. Bila aku check out di Sayat-Sayat, aku belum lagi nampak keseluruhan puncak. Cuaca masih sejuk, aku punya aim just nak turun aje dr tempat tu n balik ke rumah secepat mungkin....tapi dalam hati masih berdoa supaya ada cahaya matahari, bila panas, tak lah tersiksa sgt....Tiba2, aku nampak cahaya matahari mencelah keluar dr awan pekat...dan kabus tiba2 hilang. Enche Jay terus suruh aku pandang belakang..dan tu..dia.......alhamdulillah..Allah bg jugak aku tgk puncak GK tu..seperti dlm gambar yg aku nampak selalu...Masya Allah...unexplainable, unsangkarable....cantiknye...besarnye.....teguhnya..utk beberapa minit, aku rasa mulut aku terlopong..menegokkan kejadian tuhan yg agung tu...tp tangan kami dah beku, tak sempat nak tekan butang kamera..n tiba2 kabus n awal tebal selimutkan balik puncak GK tuh... Aku tutup mata cepat2, sbb aku nak rakam apa yg aku nampak tadi dlm otak aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dlm perjalanan turun tu, baru aku nampak betapa curamnye batu2 yg aku panjat, siap ada gaung2 dalam lagi tu..ada satu Chinese girl ni...punya lah afraid of height, badan dia macam melekat kat batu2 besar tu..takut nak turun. Dalam pukul 9.30am, kami sampai ke Laban Rata. Breakfast, packing2 barang dan check out. Kemudian teruskan perjalanan turun sampai ke Timpohon Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jay kata, perjalanan turun cepat je. Mula2 tu memang cepat, dalam masa 1 jam aku dah redah separuh perjalanan dan sampai ke Pondok Layang-Layang..masa tu, aim aku memang nak turun n nak balik cepat je...tapi..tiba2 hujan mencurah2 turun ke bumi....apa lagi...perjalanan pun jadi sgt2 lambat, sbb licin n basah n sejuk. Lapar lagi tuh...biskut2 pun dah habis. Aku mula terbayangkan nasik panas dgn asap2 yg keluar...bila kita bukak rice cooker! Kaki aku mula sakit yg amat...tp aku paksa jugak..ye lah..takkan aku nak tido kat hutan tuh...Guide kami pun terpaksalah jalan pelan2 ikut kami. (pelik tgk porter2 tu masih boleh berlari turun dr GK dlm hujan lebat...respect giler lah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dlm kesejukan n kesakitan, perjalana mula rasa lambat..n menyusahkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masa mula2 naik, aku rasa air terjun yg aku jumpa mula2 tu dekat je..tapi bila turun..rasa mcm tak sampai2. Byk betul tangga yg aku kena turun..masa ni aku mula rasa appreciation kepada tanah2 rata n landai...masa ni aku rasa, berjam2 tersangkut dlm trafiic jammed lagi bagus dr dok turun mata tangga yg tak habis2 nih...Otak aku pun mulalah tak berapa nak betul. AKu mula imagine ada org naik helicopter nak selamatkan aku. Aku terfikir, bagusnya kalau ada Doremon...mesti Doremon boleh bagi pinjamkan...kipas helicopter kecik dia tuh...Adoiii!!! kerja giler betul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selepas 6 jam menuruni GK, baru kami sampai..ke pejabat Sabah Park untuk check out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dapat jugak kami sijil! masa tu..mulut aku dah tak boleh bercakap dah...badan dah basah lencun...sejuk, kaki lagi sakit..lapar...semua ada... Jay cari Taxi utk bawak kami ke KK, mula2 nak tidur lagi semalam kat Ranau...tp rasanya mcm tak sanggup dah...nak balik cepat2. Dlm taxi...bila taxi mula melintasi Pekan Nabalu....aku nampak puncak GK....nampak macam jauh n tinggi sgt...aku tanya Enche Jay..."kita daki sampai kat atas tu ke?" Ye...kat atas tu lah kita pagi tadi...Jawapan Enche Jay buatkan aku rasa mcm Pergh!!!..tingginye..sampai jugak aku kat atas tuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam taxi...aku tidur..tah2 aku pengsan, aku pun tak tau..sbb tiba2 je aku dah sampai ke rumah mak mertua aku kat KK. Driver taxi tu kata...jgn serik kak, nanti daki lagi...kalau 1st time daki, dalam hujan n sejuk macam tu pun kakak boleh sampai puncak, next time bila panas terang...mesti lagi senang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wah! bestnya ayat..tapi sanggupkah aku n perlukah aku???? kena pikir nih....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sampai di rumah...badan rasa sakit yg amat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tp ucapan tahniah dr adik2 ipar n sepupu sepipit n makcik2..seolah2 Panadol Super Power...hilang semua rasa sakit....bila aku selesai bersihkan diri..baru aku sedar, kuku kaki aku yg tengah..bertukar jadi hitam (dah lah kaki mcm kaki atuk upin n ipin dlm citer geng pengembaraan tuh..huhuhu), tumit pulak melecet2 tahap besar giler...betis dan peha..kekejangan...solat pun, tahap duduk atas kerusi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu lah dia citer pengalaman mendaki Gunung Kinabalu...bila pikir2 balik, ni lah achievement paling besar n mencabar dlm hidup aku....selepas seminggu, sakit2 mula hilang, kuku tetap hitam..tu kira kena tunggu tercabut atau tumbuh lain lah...alhamdulillah, citer2 aku tercapai jugak....Satu benda yg aku rasa...kalau GK yg tinggi dgn sejuk beku n tahap kesusahan melampau tu boleh aku daki n turuni....benda2 lain yg susah n mencabar pun mesti aku boleh bua, insya allah.....it's The Climb......!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTGsC-GFfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rvNjUM0KBoc/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387649514255816178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTGsC-GFfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rvNjUM0KBoc/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Kpd kawan2 yg nak mendaki......tips2 penting 1. lari kat tanah landai at least 10km, seminggu sekali....2. belajar2 lah mandi ais n duduk dlm freezer... 3. expect the unexpected.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5123896254075931766?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5123896254075931766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5123896254075931766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5123896254075931766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5123896254075931766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/10/ku-sapa-sejuk-beku-puncak-kinabalu.html' title='Ku sapa sejuk beku puncak kinabalu!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsTDQw0STGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tDV7K2Ygj4s/s72-c/IMG_3389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-338967137315791603</id><published>2009-09-28T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:01:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayaku Rayamu Jua.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lip lap lip lap...hari ni dah masuk 9 Syawal. Rasa cam baru lagi menyambut 1 Syawal. Seperti yg aku war2kan dlm entry2 terdahulu, tahun ni aku beraya di Taman Putera Perdana, Kota Kinabalu Sabah. Kami sekeluarga sampai dari KL pada 17 September lalu. Tima kasih pada Puan Intan Mazliah n Cik Damia selaku co-pilot.. yg menghantar kami ke KLIA. Kami naik flight pukul 2.15pm, hajat hati sempatlah nak buka puasa awal sejam dr Semenanjung...tapi..sampai2 kat KK..hujan pulak tuh....KK pun dah pandai Jammed sekarang ni...walaupun pak mertua aku cuba jugak mencilok2 utk mengelakkan jammed..tapi tak dapeks jugak nak menolong...akibatnye kami berbuka pose kat tepi jalan je, depan Taman tepi laut kat KK sambil menogok air kosong dan menelan biskut yg kami dapat dari MAS...huhuhu. Kami balik naik MAS..tapi MAS pun dah buat system check in sendiri..akibatnya kami yg check in lambat ni duduk berterabur...sorang kat ceruk sana, sorang lagi kat tepi sini..sib baik flight tu ramai askar2 mesia ni..so boleh lah dibawak berunding..dan akhirnya dapatlah jugak aku, Juanna n Naqeesya duduk sebaris. Encik Jay tercampak 2-3 baris di depan kami. Dalam Flight Qeesya dapat makan, satey dgn nasik beriani...menengokkan Juanna dan aku yg tertelan2 air liur tgk Qeesya makan, steward tu pun bagi kami 2 packs makanan lagi..bekalan utk berbuka katanya....huhuhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDHQu5H_iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YPddRm1zbJ0/s1600-h/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386524244614577698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDHQu5H_iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YPddRm1zbJ0/s200/IMG_3221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDOCWMCYrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DAOFEeRO74o/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386531694046241458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDOCWMCYrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DAOFEeRO74o/s200/IMG_3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buah ni ada kat Tuaran je...Tambekai..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sehari sebelum raya, aku ikut mak mertua aku beli brg2 sikit kat Pekan Tuaran. Tuaran tu kecik je..tapi boleh tahan jugak jammed nye..tah dari mana tiba2 byk pulak keter kat Tuaran hari tuh..termasuk keter2 yg berplat number dari Sarawak, Labuan, Kelantan, Penang pun ada...Bila sampai kat KK ni, benda yg aku paling pening sikit ialah nak tunekan otak aku dgn waktu vs sinaran matahari kat sana...kalau kat semenanjung, kul 7pm tu cerah lagi..kat KK dah gelap pekat. Subuh pulak ala2 pukul 4.30am gituh...kul 5.45 dah jadik subuh gajah dah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDITvbHoyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/B3S9IgPv54E/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386525395808396066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDITvbHoyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/B3S9IgPv54E/s200/IMG_3219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ini bukan Jambatan Tamparuli ye...tapi adik beradik dia lah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDJT9fGoMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aGOmz9Gg9lg/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386526499094831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDJT9fGoMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/aGOmz9Gg9lg/s200/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hari Raya, alhamdulillah meriah giler...raya pertama kami balik ke Kampung nun di atas bukit. Nama Kampung tu Kg Kebayau...nama je atas bukit..Broadband sikit punya clear. Lepas tu beraya sakan kat sana...sampai naik senak urat perut. Raya Ke2, kami beraya di rumah, sebelah petangnye kami pergi ziarah sedara mara sekitar Tuaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raya ke3, adik2 ipar buat open house...tu..dia...!!! 2 kali masak kuah laksa penang, 2 kuali besar rendang habis licin, sekuali ayam kurma, nasik hujan panas seperiuk pun habis, kuah kacang pun habis n ketupat pun tinggal yg tak berebus je lagi....yang lain semua licin...cam kena serangan bom je bila sekali tetamu dtg. Aku apa lagi...ambik port basuh pinggan, hajat hati nak jadi frontliner tapi apakan daya..bukannya aku kenal sgt tetamu2 yg dtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Raya ke 4-6, aku n Encik Jay ke Ranau...demi utk melaksanakan misi kami mendaki Gunung Kinabalu di hari raya yg mulia ini...huhuhu..Citer pasal tu..akan aku tulis lain kali ye...!! Berjayakah kami sampai ke puncak? Bagaimanakah xpdc kami, adakah berjalan lancar, adakah menarik...tunggu...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDKqP-h3EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sFNmYG1wbfs/s1600-h/IMG_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386527981527227458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDKqP-h3EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sFNmYG1wbfs/s200/IMG_3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Enche Jay bersama ibu bapa n adik beradiknya, 2 org adik lelaki tak kelihatan dlm gambar ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pada setiap kali kepulangan kami ke KK, aku macam berat hati nak balik semula ke KL..bukannya apa..sekali sekala berjumpa dgn adik2 ipar tapi kemesraan mereka sgtlah tiada tolok bandingannya. Apa nak buat..terpaksa jugak balik 27 sept tepat jam 8.45am, kami selamat mendarat di KLIA. Sib baik skrg ni ada FB so senang sikit lah nak check-it-out apa yg berlaku kat seberang laut sana. Walaupun sibuk dengan raya, sempat jugak aku, adik2 ipar, cousin2 dan anak buah aku bercucuk tanam di FarmVille...kekekekekkek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDLqqZCO9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZHMYhaBLKPg/s1600-h/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386529088129350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDLqqZCO9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZHMYhaBLKPg/s200/IMG_3477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sessi jinjit menjinjit sedang berlaku kat belakang tuh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time kasih jugak nak ucapkan kat keluarga mertua aku kat KK sana. Mama, bapak, Kak Jiah Abg Mur n Along n Mimi, Saadiah Abg Is n Qiha, Irfan n Icad..("sapa nih...")...Ida yg rajin memasak, Fey yg bagi tumpang bilik n rajin drive ke hulu ke hilir, Jaz n Fizah serta si comel Aril yg kecik2 dah pandai main gitar....Sijili n Tia..Anisah n Atul- Tahniah dapat baby baru...Leha n Kiddi...berposing sakanlah sementara boleh ni..esok dah ada baby..sikat rambut pun tak sempat...heheheheh...n last but not least si Comel Lily....rajin2 tolong mak kat dapur ye.....! jgn asyik FB n greng..greng sahaja..... Insya allah, ada rezeki kita jumpa lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDMmAovPEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EmEEKHbozLQ/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386530107713076290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDMmAovPEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EmEEKHbozLQ/s200/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Org sebelah aku tu..menurut maknye, masa kecik2 nak jadi komunis..tu yg siap pakai seluar askar tuh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-338967137315791603?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/338967137315791603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=338967137315791603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/338967137315791603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/338967137315791603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/09/rayaku-rayamu-jua.html' title='Rayaku Rayamu Jua.....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SsDHQu5H_iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YPddRm1zbJ0/s72-c/IMG_3221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8569548290754849112</id><published>2009-09-05T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:32:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAVELOG RAMADANKU-Emak dan airmataku yg tumpah di LRT Bangsar..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SqKB4x8NMEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tdLj6R_wElw/s1600-h/mak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378003717512310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SqKB4x8NMEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tdLj6R_wElw/s320/mak2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emak...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minggu lepas, aku balik Kuantan nak balik berpuasa bersama mak abah dan juga balik ziarah sebelum aku balik ke KK menyambut Aidilfitri tahun ni pada 17 September nanti. Pagi Sabtu minggu lepas, kami turun awal...konon2 takut banyak kereta, nanti jammed. Tapi Alhamdulillah..segalanya berjalan lancar..Sesampai kat rumah, aku tgk rumah warna hijau tu..sunyi sepi. Rupa-rupanya, abah mengaji kat bilik belakang, adik Ja masih tertonggeng kat biliknya dan mak menyapu-nyapu sampah keliling rumah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bersalaman dgn abah, abah tersenyum panjang tengok cucu2 ada balik. Mak...hmmm...hulurkan tangan saja. Senyum tak, sengih pun tak. Apa lagi nak tanya khabar. Diam je. Mak sebenarnya menghimpun beribu atau mungkin berjuta perasaan yang berbaur dalam hatinya, tapi dia memang tak pernah meluahkannya, mungkin itu memang dah 'pesen' dia atau dia tak reti nak buat macam mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atau mungkin dia menyimpan byk sangat perasaan dlm hati dia...Kalau dulu, mungkin aku tak paham sangat..tapi bila aku pun dah menjangkau umur macam ni, dah beranak 2..lama-lama aku rasa aku paham hati seorang emak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kalau aku ada di tempat mak sekarang, aku pun mungkin jadi macam mak....Masa aku kecik-kecik dulu, aku ingat lagi..mak lawa sangat, rambutnya panjang sampai ke pinggang, slim menyelim lagi tu..mak berhenti kerja sbb nak besarkan kami. Jadi lah mak suri rumah sepenuh masa. Sepanjang aku ingat....ramai org yg "being nasty" kat mak...ramai yg cakap mak macam-macam..contohnye seperti mak ni lambat lah buat kerja..mak bukan lambat, tapi dia cuma ada SOP (Standard Procedure..) tersendiri...nak sidai kain ada SOP, nak masak ada SOP, nak cuci kain ada SOP..bahkan nak buat biskut kelapa untuk raya pun ada SOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kemudian, mak dikurniakan anak yang berderet..kalau hidup semuanya..9 org. Tapi sekarang tinggal lapan sahaja diketuai oleh aku. Setiap sorang pulak, dengan peel tersendiri.....dan sudah tentulah mak letakkan harapan ke atas beberapa anak2nya. Tapi nampaknye......ada yg tak menjadi..agaknya itulah yg buat mak terkilan sikit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku kadang2 terfikir, sapa lah antara kami adik beradik yg akan jaga mak n abah sampai akhir hayat mereka...dulu aku pernah duduk kat Kuantan dgn mak abah. Senang sikit aku tgk mak abah, kain baju aku basuh, sebelum pergi kerja aku masak dulu...tiba2 aku dapat tawaran balik ke KL, kalau aku tak pergi mungkin aku tak dapat nak selesaikan perkara2 yg membebankan hidup aku..tapi bila aku dah pergi..tinggallah mak n abah macam ni..... Sekarang, tengok mak terbongkok2 memasak dan menyapu sampah sendirian dan bila dia nak cuci pinggan dia akan susun kerusi 3-4 lapis sbb dia tak larat nak berdiri.....sebenarnya...aku sangat2 tak sanggup nak tengok mak mcm tu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Petang Sabtu lepas, abah sempat bisik kat aku...mak n abah solat hajat 3 hari berturut2 dan berdoa supaya adik aku yg kat Putrajaya tu..balik. Adik tu..kali terakhir balik..hari raya tahun lepas, susah benar nak dengar khabar dia...lebih2 lagi dia sekarang sendiri ada masaklah dgn bini n anaknya yg baru berusia 8 bulan tu...Lalu..aku lah yg tak tahan nak dengar runtunan hati abah n mak, abah selalu call atau hantar sms suruh aku cari adik aku tu...sib baik ada FB.....walaupun setakat hantar message tp aku tau lah dia hidup lagi. Berkat solat hajat mak n abah aku, ketika org di surau mengangkat takbir pertama solat terawih mlm tu...adik aku tu balik ke rumah!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sepanjang 3 hari tu, aku tgk mak baru nak senyum lebar sikit. Sekali sekali nampak jugak dia cuba dukung cucunya yg kecil2..dan berbual2 dgn cucu-cucu yg lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pada saat dan ketika aku nak balik semula ke KL hari Isnin yg lepas...hati aku sangat2 berat. Air mata mcm nak tumpah sgt2 dah..tapi aku sembunyikan di sebalik gelak lawak bodoh aku tuh. Mak pulak sempat lagi meminta aku membeli 3-4 helai kain batik lepas, bila aku balik KK nanti. Katanya , 2 helai kain batik lepasnya dah disedekahkan utk digunakan untuk menutup keranda ketika Pakcik Sarip meninggal sebelum Ramadan dulu. Kata mak lagi, "Tinggal dua helai je lagi, takut nanti bila nak guna untuk sendiri tak ada pulak..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku tenung je muka mak, tapi mak kalih muka hala ke lain. Aku tahan air mata yg dah seakan nak banjir dah ketika tu. Ketika salam dengan abah, aku cakap kat abah, kalau tak larat duduk kat Kuantan, duduklah dgn aku kat USJ...apartment aku tu tak lah besar...tapi sekurang2nya aku ada nak jaga mereka berdua. Aku cakap kat abah, nanti aku beli motor baru, jadik abah boleh pergi surau atau masjid dgn mak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sampai kat USJ..malam tu, aku telan ubat batuk dan Panadol, semata2 nak tenangkan hati aku yg sebak sangat mengingatkan mak n abah. Hari Selasa, pergi kerja mcm biasa...hidup aku sibuk sikit sbb byk interview hari tu. Namun, ketika aku bersesak2 di LRT Bangsar lepas balik kerja...aku seolah2 dah tak dapat nak bendung hati aku yg sebak lalu aku terduduk di tepi tangga LRT bangsar tu menangis teresak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya Allah! Aku pohon kepadaMU, ampunkanlah dosa2 emak dan abahku, panjangkanlah umur mereka, permudahkanlah urusan kehidupan mereka berdua, terimalah amal ibadat mereka, murahkahnlah rezeki mereka berdua....dan gembirakan dan tenangkanlah hati mereka berdua..Amin!&lt;/div&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/8803322732687566806-8569548290754849112?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8569548290754849112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8569548290754849112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8569548290754849112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8569548290754849112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/09/travelog-ramadanku-emak-dan-airmataku.html' title='TRAVELOG RAMADANKU-Emak dan airmataku yg tumpah di LRT Bangsar..!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SqKB4x8NMEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tdLj6R_wElw/s72-c/mak2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5707128873323600133</id><published>2009-08-23T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:33:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAVELOG RAMADANKU- Ramadanku Yang Lalu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SpFS6JcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DvTnonYwdJQ/s1600-h/marhaban_ramadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373166989349294882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SpFS6JcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DvTnonYwdJQ/s200/marhaban_ramadhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahlan-Wa-Sahlan Ya Ramadhan....Alhamdulillah aku sekeluarga masih diizinkan untuk sambut Ramadhan tahun ini. Ustaz Asri Rabbani tak sempat nak sambut Ramadhan, begitu juga arwah Tok Nek, mak sedara abahku dan Pakcik Sarip..jiran depan rumah abah...semua pun tak sempat sambut ramadhan kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku sambut Ramadhan kali ini dengan batuk2 yg masih bermaharajalela. Hari Khamis yang lepas..sekali lagi aku pergi klinik disebabkan oleh peningkatan kesesakkan dada dan..mukus2 yang bertambah banyak...di kerongkong dan paru-paru...Dengan selamba je doktor tu kata.."U are the perfect candidate to get infected by H1N1..." amboi! berdetup sekejap jantung aku..nasib baik aku tak ada demam..kalau demam sampai 38C..doktor tu kata janganlah malu2 lagi..terus sahaja ke spital kerajaan. Huhuhu..alhamdulillah..lepas makan ubat batuk bijik (tahap tablet dah...tak main dah yg ubat batuk kaler hitam tuh..) dan antibiotik..alhamdulillah..segalanya makin reda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tahun ni..aku mulakan Ramadhan dengan kontrak baru di SC*** Engineering. Pergh..sibuknya Ya Rabbi...Banyak beno CV nak kena aku tatap dan baca hari2...tapi..alhamdulillah..rezeki. Teringat plak kat Ramadhan tahun lepas...sibuk melampau nak cari duit...tarawikh ke mana...mengaji tah ke mana....al-maklumlah sibuk jual kuih la, buat hamper lah...tapi ramadhan aku..hampeh! Insya allah tahun ni aku nak concentrate sikit..especially aktiviti malam2 hari hanya tertumpu kepada yg patut2 je....tak moh dah aku berjaga malam2..sbb nak bungkus hamper and nak separate kan order kuih raya!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ramadhan di ketika usia mcm ni..byk bezanya dri zaman sekolah2 dulu. Sekarang Ramadhan adalah satu tanggungjawab...dulu..suka2 je..mak abah suruh puasa..aku puase...duduk kat asrama..semua org puasa kita pun kenalah puasa...org pergi terawih..kita pun pergi..org qiyamullail..kita ikut..org mengaji..kita tido...masa tu..puasa masih lagi dalam peringkat nak cuba-cuba. Puasa kat hostel..memang best...masa kat SMTA..ada satu tahun tu..masa form 2 kot, ada satu kawan ni namanya Zuli..dia budak luar, hari2 bila nak pergi sekolah dia akan lalu depan hostel kami..dan satu hari tu..dia lalu sambil bawak seplastik buah jambu merah meranum....lepas tu minah Zuli ni..singgah pulak kat bilik aku n the gang...heh..apa lagi..kantoi lah puasa aku hari tu..sbb tak tahan nak tgk buah jambu air yg merah menyala tuh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puasa masa kat Uitm...heh...banyak meraban dari marhaban..byk marah dari mengimarah...banyak kelain..dari qiyamullail...tapi roti John dan nasik lemak kat Seksyen 2tu memang best. Sahur plak kat Seroja 3..tibai je lah apa yg makcik kantin masak..ada ke pukul 2pagi dia dah start kejut sahur.....kalau bangun lambat..silap2 makan telur goreng je..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puasa dia tahun 2004..adoi...penuh 1001 cerita...kisah menjual nasik lemak RM1.50 sebungkus kat Bazar Ramadhan Masjid Sunway....struggling to survive for daily life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masa zaman duduk kat kuantan....bulan ramadhan masa tu..adalah bagai satu tingkap yang terbuka..yang bawa cahaya pagi masuk melimpah...cewah..!!..betul..aku tak tipu...mcm tu lah perasaannya....masa tu lah aku start rajin terawih...dan ikut mak aku qiyamulail....Start dari zaman kat kuantan ni lah..Enche Jay mula tak tinggal terawih....Yg bestnya, walau dalam keadaan yg serba tak ada..tp aku masih boleh masak serba sedikit utk mak abah aku berbuka puasa dan bersahur....bila dah duduk jauh dr dia org..tak dapatlah nak buat semua benda tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begitulah serba sedikit tentang Ramdhan aku yg lepas-lepas...turun naiknya menjadikan aku lebih menghargai Ramadhan kali ini...Semoga kita sempat sehingga ke 10 terakhir ramadhan kali ini..amin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5707128873323600133?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5707128873323600133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5707128873323600133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5707128873323600133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5707128873323600133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/08/travelog-ramadanku-ramadanku-yang-lalu.html' title='TRAVELOG RAMADANKU- Ramadanku Yang Lalu...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SpFS6JcFEyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DvTnonYwdJQ/s72-c/marhaban_ramadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7709025902674324787</id><published>2009-08-17T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:05:49.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insaf sekejap.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semalam...setelah bergaduh2 dengan peminat Dibo The Gift Dragon dengan Caurage the Cowardly Dog ni...akhirnya aku dapat jugak tengok Channel 551 - Tree Man- The Cure. Aku rasa semua orang tahu cerita mamat Dede yg hidup dimuka bumi Allah ini dengan ketumbuhan/kutil/ketuat yang tahap meriah giler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sepanjang rancangan tu disiarkan..aku memberanikan bijik mata aku menengok muka dan tangan Dede di operasi....kutil2nya disiat2. Doktor bekerja membuang lebih kurang 6kg kutil yg dah mencapai tahap keras macam batu dah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doktor dari US pun turut membantu dengan menjadi pemerhati dan membuat kajian..semua nya utk membantu si Dede. Walaupun lepas operation, kutil tu naik semula..tapi doktor US cuba nak gunakan drug kemoterapi utk matikan sel-sel kutil itu...serius sungguh lah kutil si Dede nih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Solco8jjc1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ujvAUNftGIs/s1600-h/tree-man-wants-to-marry-dede-koswara-has-4lb-of-bark-removed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370925889135801170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Solco8jjc1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ujvAUNftGIs/s200/tree-man-wants-to-marry-dede-koswara-has-4lb-of-bark-removed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ketika operation, ada byk perkara yg terpaksa doktor hadapi dan juga si Dede..yg paling kritikal bila doktor nak siat kutil di jari jemarinya yg dah tak serupa jari itu...doktor kata ada komplikasi di mana tulang2 jari si Dede sudah reput..mungkin akibat osteoperosis...ye lah..dah bertahun dia dok pikul kutil yg berat tuh...reput lah jugak tulangnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di akhir cerita tu, ditunjukkan gambar Dede yg dah beransur sembuh...dah boleh tekan2 handphone, dah boleh gosok gigi n pakai baju sendiri...wajahnya pun senyum je..lebih2 lagi ada pulak kaum keluarga dia yg menggunakan duit derma utk bina rumah yg elok sikit rupanya dan membeli tanah sawah utk Dede usahakan bila dia dah sembuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SolcyUEEBUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zRzSqwxnxFQ/s1600-h/tree-man001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926050064991554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SolcyUEEBUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zRzSqwxnxFQ/s200/tree-man001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aku memang ada sentimental value sikit dengan si Dede ini. Teringat aku zaman kehidupan susah melampau di satu era kehidupanku dahulu....masa tu..aku emotionally breakdown, mentally breakdown..semua pun breakdown..tapi tak fizikal aku yg pada ketika itu aku biarkan pesat membangun...(pelik tul..org lagi susah hati lagi kurus..aku lagi besar...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pada ketika itu...aku tak ada tempat nak ngadu..kawan2 semua aku tinggalkan kat KL, dan aku sendiri tak nak hubungi kawan2 sbb aku rasa mcm...entah dia org pun ada masalah sendiri..lagi mau fikir pasal masalah aku...ada satu kawan si roha pulak pada ketika itu berada nun jauh di Melbourbe...zaman tu..FB tak didiscover lagi kat mesia nih...aku masa tuh dah tak ada apa2..kecuali anak2. Hidup pun menumpang dgn mak abah aku..dgn enche jay pun..tak berapa nak bertegur sapa...hmmmmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lalu, di ketika hidup aku tak keruan dan tak ketahuan itu...aku terbaca citer pasal Si Dede ni dalam newspaper....aku baca berulang-ulang kali..aku tgk gambar si dede tu berulang kali....seorang lelaki yg ditinggalkan keluarga sendiri, merempat di jalanan, wajah Dede masa tu dah seolah-olah dah tak ada masa depan...makan pakai pun dah sangat2 tak terurus...lalu tiba2 aku terpandang diriku sendiri...sesusah-susah aku pun...takdelah seteruk mana kalau nak dibandingkan dengan manusia yg hidup dgn kutil yg meriah gila seluruh badan..sehingakan dah sampai tahap..mcm akar pokok kayu dah rupanya..kan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tu lah...kalau kita susah..ada org lagi yg lebih susah dari kita...jgn ditengok org yang lebih senang..sbb kita pun tak tahu keseluruhan hidup dia camana...alhamdulillah..segalanya dah pulih...dan Dede juga semakin sembuh.....Iya Pak Dede..semoga hidupmu terus dirahmati...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7709025902674324787?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7709025902674324787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7709025902674324787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7709025902674324787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7709025902674324787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/08/insaf-sekejap.html' title='Insaf sekejap.....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Solco8jjc1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ujvAUNftGIs/s72-c/tree-man-wants-to-marry-dede-koswara-has-4lb-of-bark-removed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5864924603560625762</id><published>2009-08-09T20:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:15:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadiah Hari Jadi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nak kena hadiah ke..dah tua-tua macam ni? Tu lah persoalannya..tapi kalau tak dapat hadiah cam tak best..cam tak special...ye..ke? 3/8 yang lalu ialah hari jadi aku yang ke...banyak lah jugak nombornye...beberapa hari sebelum tu aku terbangun di tengah malam..lalu aku terfikirkan banyak perkara.....banyak tahun dah aku hidup, apa dah pencapaian aku, lama lagi ke aku nak hidup...cukup dah ke kebaikan yang aku buat kat dunia ni...dosa2 yang lalu camne...dah taubat ke....? Kalau mati esok camne? Kalau hidup berpuluh2 tahun lagi camne pulak...cukup dah ke duit saving..ada saving ke? Aiyo..pening dn sebak jugaklah hati aku memikirkannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harijadi aku dihadiahkan dengan sessi demam syncronize berirama oleh enche Jay n anak2. Maka pada hari jadi aku, aku tak pergi opis sebab menjaga Enche Jay yg demam. Enche Jay jarang sakit...tapi kalau dah sakit...teruk juga..lambat nak baik...sementelahan pulak demam di mengkala virus H1N1 ni menular..so baiklah berjaga2. Sepanjang harijadi aku hari tu..aku tak buat apa2 hanya menjaga Enche Jay yang demam. Tengahhari tu pulak...Juanna start demam. Maka aku pun tak ubah macam Dr Grey dalam citer Grey's Anatomy..ke hulu ke hilir menjaga pesakit...Naqeesya..hmmmm....setakat tolong bawak Vicks tu boleh la.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pagi2 tu aku dah terima byk ucapan hari jadi yang penuh bermakna dr kawan2 n family. Ada jugak ucapan yang "ada makne disebaliknya" dr Loccitane, Jusco, Seng Heng, Mac..dll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7JMAQS7LI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AEApw8JgVig/s1600-h/harijadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367949013936172210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7JMAQS7LI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AEApw8JgVig/s200/harijadi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(From left, Zuhaina, Noraini Rahman, Wawa, Aku, Baya. Meen..)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku teringat plak harijadi aku masa aku umur 17 tahun...hari tu hari sabtu, aku ada class tambahan sempena nak SPM. Pagi2 aku masak Mi goreng..sebab aku n the geng dah ada plan. Sementelahan pulak aku celebrate birthday dengan Wawa (Rosdawati). Habis class tambahan hari tu, Syazmeen..member menguap dalam kelas aku..ajak kami celebrate kat rumah dia. Dia yg drive secara haram hari tu bawak kami pergi beli kek kat kedai kek sebelah KITASAMA jalan Beserah..(ada lagi ke kedai tu?), lepas tu kami beli kodak / filem (Pergh..mana ada lagi memory kad zaman tu..) then...kami pun seronok selebrate birthday kat rumah Meen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7JZwgwvuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P6hc13QkU94/s1600-h/harijadi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367949250228436706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7JZwgwvuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P6hc13QkU94/s200/harijadi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Manalah Si Wawa minah Felda Chini ni pergi...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hari tu jugak..Meen pedajal kami yg innocent ni dengan menyiarkan kepada kami movie Pretty Woman uncensored...kekekekeke. But Meen..Thank You So Much..for wonderful experience hari tu.... amongst birthday celebration yg paling seronoksss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tahun ni..takde gift pun tak pelah...so aku decide nak bagi gift pulak by donating my blood....Happy 35 Birthday Nani... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7I_Ovzj7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KCq8Vf2R3Ac/s1600-h/darahaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367948794488131506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7I_Ovzj7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/KCq8Vf2R3Ac/s200/darahaku.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darah aku...donate kat Pusat Darah Negara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5864924603560625762?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5864924603560625762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5864924603560625762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5864924603560625762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5864924603560625762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/08/hadiah-hari-jadi.html' title='Hadiah Hari Jadi...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sn7JMAQS7LI/AAAAAAAAAXs/AEApw8JgVig/s72-c/harijadi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1863667116662678789</id><published>2009-08-03T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:14:55.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau Dah Jodoh.....(Untuk Zuridawati!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SnYqwFzIK7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/wlHilG6JCTE/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365523011737234354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SnYqwFzIK7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/wlHilG6JCTE/s200/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Err...lama dah rasanya tak makan nasi minyak kawan-kawan. Last nasik minyak kawan2 yang aku makan ialah masa along n akhbar kahwin..org tu pun dah ada anak 2 dah pon. Masa kawin Sha n Pak Abu aku tak dapat datang....masa tu duduk kat kuantan..zaman ekonomi aku sangat-sangat gawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu lepas aku jadi saksi kepada satu majlis pertunangan kawan aku Zuridawati a.k.a wati. Majlis bertunang dirahsiakan dr pengetahuan kawan-kawan lain sebabnyeeeee....kenduri nye kecik2 aje. Sementelahan tu, nak memeriahkan suasana...sempatlah kami menunjukkan gambar wati duduk membelakangkan kamera dan aku duduk disebelahnye di yahoogroups and FB aku....dan mintak kawan2 masscomm teka..siapakah yg bertunang itu.. Riuh jugaklah sekejap FB dan yahoogroups serta YM dengan tekaan2 yg berdasarkan akal logik semata2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang bestnya, wati ni sangat2 tinggi orangnya 5'7" kot tingginya (betul ke wati..?) So memang kalau menengokkan tingginya..sapa2 pun boleh teka, so utk menyusahkan lagi aktiviti teka-teka nih...wati terpaksa merendahkan badannya sikit masa dia duduk sebelah aku tuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Firman Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;'Maha suci Allah yang menjadikan kejadian semua berpasangan dari sesuatu yang tumbuh di bumi, dari mereka (manusia) dan dari sesuatu yang mereka tiada mengetahui.'&lt;br /&gt;(Yaasin: 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SnYqcnyc4aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BP2LRzueXpM/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365522677263819170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SnYqcnyc4aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BP2LRzueXpM/s200/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maka, begitulah jugak kejadiannya bagi Wati dan pasangannya Encik Sulaiman...duduk sama rendah, berdiri sama tinggi..menyandar sama besar...kekekekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk Wati..selamat bertunang...untuk yg belom-belom lagi tu...cari-carilah di mana2 yang patut..aku berdoa byk2 mintak korang semua ditemukan jodoh yg baik dan bahagia sehingga ke akhir nyawa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803322732687566806-1863667116662678789?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1863667116662678789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1863667116662678789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1863667116662678789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1863667116662678789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/08/kalau-dah-jodohuntuk-zuridawati.html' title='Kalau Dah Jodoh.....(Untuk Zuridawati!)'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SnYqwFzIK7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/wlHilG6JCTE/s72-c/IMG_2839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4656797336265104180</id><published>2009-07-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:20:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Hengget baru...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvK87CUleI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D90Cd7tZL6k/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362602929303098850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvK87CUleI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D90Cd7tZL6k/s200/IMG_2831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvK0rpQUoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oMIoMOqC2wk/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362602787732476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvK0rpQUoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/oMIoMOqC2wk/s200/IMG_2830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semalam or kelmarin or yesterday...(aku ada masaklah dgn penggunaan istilah ni..) kami sekeluarga keluar ke Summit...asal usulnya nak tengok movie...tapi tu tak penting...bukanlah main highlight aku utk hari ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dari habis tengok Transformers..(boleh ke..anak aku si Naqeesya tertidur....tengok citer tuh..punya meletup sana sinih...dia tido.. )aku pun nak lah mengeluarkan duit dr mesin ATM. Mesin ATM kat Summit tuh dah lah terletak di ceruk2..dengan keadaannya yg agak tak terurus..Sebaik aku sampai kat mesin tuh..aku nampak ada segerombolan warga indon sedang menelek-nelek..mesin tuh.. lepas seminit they all pun blah dan aku pun mencucukkan kad ATM aku dan menekan2 apa yg patut...tak lama kemudian duit pun kluar dr mesin..yg peliknya duit tu..lain dari yang lain.....aku pun jadi macam bengong skit..aku tgk je duit tuh..dalam hati aku sempat lagi nak fikir.."eh! ni bukan duit aku..ni duit lain ni, lain jer rupenye...ni duit indon ke..(sambil terfikir kat geng indon tadi)..eh..eh..duit apa ni....?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kot 10 -20 saat aku tenung duit tu kat mesin tanpa menariknya keluar...then enche jay datang.."yang.. tu duit baru tuh..wah bestnya dapat duit baru..." then baru aku macam kena penampar ...tersedar sendiri..ohhhh....tu duit 50 hengget baru ingat kan duit indon.......sabar je lah...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4656797336265104180?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4656797336265104180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4656797336265104180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4656797336265104180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4656797336265104180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-hengget-baru.html' title='50 Hengget baru...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvK87CUleI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D90Cd7tZL6k/s72-c/IMG_2831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8841543860111929933</id><published>2009-07-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:05:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aktiviti memasak dan Main guitar sambil berlunjur...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvFrMHjkoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YcMDzYeUAOE/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362597127092671106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvFrMHjkoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YcMDzYeUAOE/s200/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvFbncQ-PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hvvFCJWHH5k/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362596859549382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvFbncQ-PI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hvvFCJWHH5k/s200/IMG_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayam masak halia and Mix Vege with butter prwan...sedapp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heheheh...macam-macam berlaku minggu ni...minggu ni aku cuma melepak kat opis di bandar tasik selatan selama 2 hari..3 hari lagi..aku lepak je kat rumah. Hari Rabu dan Khamis, Nori n kak norzie datang ke rumah aku...bukannya apa..saja2 nak buat aktiviti lain sikit dari yg lain...aktivitinya ialah..MEMASAK....siap record lagi...korang tunggu je lah..bila dah siap "projek" kami ni..kami akan tunjukkan cara-cara memasak beberapa lauk pauk yang mudah..siap masuk You Tube lagi...Hari Khamis pun aktiviti sama, tapi "artis" jemputannya lain pulak..iaitu Puan Intan Mazliah..seronok jugak dapat masak-masak n makan2 dengan kawan2 lama nih. Nori, mcm biasak lah..akan mensponsor semua bahan yg hendak dimasak..termasuk ikan bawal putih kecik monet yg layak dipanggil mak sedara ikan bilis tu dan ikan bawal hitam yg uzur benar kelihatannya...tapi bila dah goreng masak sweet sour..sedapppp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvGbi5ujoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IVkgDL4T8XE/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362597957842407042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvGbi5ujoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IVkgDL4T8XE/s200/IMG_2783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bawal Sweet Sour..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain dari memasak..kami jugak ada aktiviti2 lain..iaitu aktiviti mengupdate diri dengan kisah kawan2...bukannya mengumpat..hanya nak update je...jgn esok bila org tu dah meninggal baru nak tanya khabar berita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvG3PfigKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/49eHY-kxn8s/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362598433668628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvG3PfigKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/49eHY-kxn8s/s200/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kangkung Belahchan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then..acara kemuncak ialah bila aku n nori main gitar...kemudian cik intan pun sama2 lah jugak nak try..so kami pun ajarlah intan chord2 asas...yg paling best sekali...oleh kerana kami duduk atas lantai..dengan saiz perut masing2 yg menggiurkan sangat tuh...kami tak larat bersila...terpaksalah kami main sambil berlunjur kaki kanan...kalau besok-besok korang nampak 3 org wanita main guitar sambil berlunjur...tak lain tak bukan kami lah tuh....hehehehehe. Jangan lah malu2 nak tegur ye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Maaf..gambar kami main guitar sambil berlunjur tak dapat nak di siarkan atas sebab-sebab peribadi hehehehehehe......)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8803322732687566806-8841543860111929933?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8841543860111929933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8841543860111929933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8841543860111929933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8841543860111929933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/aktiviti-memasak-dan-main-guitar-sambil.html' title='Aktiviti memasak dan Main guitar sambil berlunjur...!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmvFrMHjkoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YcMDzYeUAOE/s72-c/IMG_2737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5413302318118728288</id><published>2009-07-18T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:03:31.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Kasih sepasang Kasut Reebok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmEsD16vFcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5qyp6_xBadQ/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359613476072265154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmEsD16vFcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5qyp6_xBadQ/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huhuhuhu...inilah aku...selepas insiden beli Ipod jenama ALIKE tuh..ada satu lagi insiden happend caused by my clumsiness......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan semangat kesokanan yg tinggi..aku berhajatlah nak beli kasut sport baru. SO..., adalah satu hari tu aku merayau kat KLCC and Sport Shop kat Kinokuniya tu..apa namanya..Studio..Stadium?? tak ingatlah...Tapi kedai tu sedang buat sale. Bijik mata aku pun terbeliaklah melihat perkataan SALE yg besar dengan background yang bewarna putih tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rakusnya...aku mencari2 sepasang kasut sport....Syarat2 yang aku letakkan mesti berjenama tapi harga mesti murah punyer...Shop asisstant tu pun menunjukkan aku beberapa pasang kasut, ada brand Nike RM150 je, Adidas RM230..dan Reebok RM90. Reebok RM90!!! murah lah tu...so apa lagi ...dengan confident jer aku order kat adik shop assistant tu mintak saiz 6.  Sai6 tu sebenarnya saiz kasut berjalan dan kasut opis aku...masa tu aku dah tak terfikir dah yg betul ke tidak saiz tu? Ok ke tak saiz tu dgn aku? Kasut ni Saiz 6 UK ke, US ke Japan ke...? Aku hentam je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik tu pun bagilah kat aku sepasang kasut tuh..aku pun try ala kadar je..sambil mata aku melilau-lilau menengok2kan manalah tahu ada lagi kasut2 lain yg berjenama, yg cantik dan yg murah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sampai 2 minit aku try kasut tuh..aku pun decide nak beli. Keesokkan harinya, aku pun excited lah nak pakai kasut tu utk sessi jogging and panjat tangga yg aku buat 4 kali seminggu tuh...lima minit je aku try pakai kasut tu...tiba2 aku rasa kaki aku macam tak selesa...so aku pun pakai stokin selapis lagi (stokin tebal tuh..) jalan2 lagi tetap tak boleh..bila aku jalan bahagian tumit tetap nak terkeluar dari kasut ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun bagitahu encche jay.."kasut ni sakit lah..tumit saya..selalu terkeluar-terkeluar bila saya jalan.." Dengan tak yah pikir2 panjang2 pun Enche Jay pun bagilah komen..."bukan saiz dia lah tu.....mesti besar..." Alamak! mamat ni ada 6th sense lah....so terpaksalah aku mengakui keclumsiness aku ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..sapa nak beli kasut...? Sport Shoes..Saiz 6 UK, Baru pakai 10 minit je...free lagi sock dari SOXWORLD sepasang....Aku jual RM80 jer siap dgn original box.... Sapa nak beli call/SMS/Message aku ye....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5413302318118728288?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5413302318118728288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5413302318118728288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5413302318118728288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5413302318118728288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisah-kasih-sepasang-kasut-reebok.html' title='Kisah Kasih sepasang Kasut Reebok!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SmEsD16vFcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5qyp6_xBadQ/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-9130186123428516843</id><published>2009-07-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:59:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USJ-BEHRANG-TELUK KUMBAQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltUFHnhMrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7lXdRWNJfiU/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357968628608217778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltUFHnhMrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7lXdRWNJfiU/s200/IMG_2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sessi Berposing kat toilet Tapah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-kisah...dah lama teringin nak makan angin a.k.a menziarahi adik beradik yg ada kat Penang. Sementelahan Enche Jay kerja kat KTB ni, dah beberapa kali berangan2 nak naik bas NICE EXECUTIVE COACH yg dua tingkat tu...(ada ke bas NICE 2 tingkat pergi PNG) tapi..macam tak berkesempatan je.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltUYlTlPkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/M7vzI0tTcBw/s1600-h/IMG_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357968962995174978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltUYlTlPkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/M7vzI0tTcBw/s200/IMG_2599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al-kisahnye adik lelaki bungsu aku, si zamil dapatlah tawaran ke Politeknik Behrang. So sapalah lagi nak menghantar mamat satu ni pergi pendaftaran kalau tak aku. Abah dan amil pun dtglah dr kuantan pada hari ahad minggu lepasnya. Enche Jay pulak ambik coti 2 hari. Arakiannya, seisi keluargalah kami (Juanna n Naqeesya ponteng sekolah le..) berangkatlah ke Behrang..Aku ingat jauh bebenor lah Behrang ni..tapi ropenye..tak sempat nak berdengkur..kami dah sampai dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proses pendaftaran tu...takdelah berapa lancar sangat..lembab makngut jugak...pihak pengurusan kata ada masalah tak cukup bilik...tapi yg peliknya..takkanlah korang dapat list nama bebudak yg baru nak masuk ni hari semalam..mestilah at least sebulan atau beberapa minggu dahulu? Kenapa masa tu tak selesaikan masaklah tak cukup bilik tuh? Hari pendaftaran tu lah..baru nak buat mersyuarat nak selesaikan masaklah ...abah aku pun apa lagi...mulalah dia memberi ceramah &lt;strong&gt;motibasi &lt;/strong&gt;percuma kepada pentadbir dan pendaftar yg ada hari tu...ngalahkan Menteri Pelajaran pulak gayanye bercakap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politeknik Behrang tu..cantik jugaklah ropenye...permandangannya bertubirkan bukit bukau yg kelabu asap sikit diselaputi jerubu...aku dan enche jay pun terimbau lah kembali kenangan hari pendaftaran kat Uitm Lendu ..15tahun yg lampau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltU2WEhnCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/V899DMNzQqw/s1600-h/IMG_2630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357969474301565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltU2WEhnCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/V899DMNzQqw/s200/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abah n Iman Naqli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selesai segala huru hara kat politeknik behrang..kami pun berlepas ke Teluk Kumbaq. Asal tujuannya abah aku nak menziarahi cucu barunya Iman Naqli..anak kedua adik aku si Iwan Nasir dan juga menziarahi Damia Dayana anak sulung adik aku tu..yg kebetulannya disahkan keracunan makanan sehingga beberapa hari terlantar di spital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltVSOL22EI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yf8En9B0CaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357969953221171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltVSOL22EI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yf8En9B0CaQ/s200/IMG_2633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damia Dayana and Naqeesya...(err...bukan slaah ibu mengandung ye..yg jadiknye anak aku tu posing terover..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perjalanana ke Penang..lancar...macam biasa ..abah aku wajib singgah kat Tapah dan Sg Perak...kami sampai ke atas Penang Bridge dalam pukul 4 petang dan kami langsung teruskan perjalanan ke teluk Kumbaq. Dengan berharapkan daya ingatan aku yg tak berapa nak ingat ni, dan diselang selikan dgn cerita2 abah aku bahawa teluk Kumbaq itu juga adalah kg penyanyi AF..Mila, Enche Jay dengan penuh yakin je..memandu, mencari rumah mak mertua adik aku....yg akhirnya membawa kami ke tengah hutan mana tah..menghala ke Balik Pulau...tu lah...dok sibuk cari rumah Mila Af..last2 kami yg sesat...Nasib baiklah kesesatannya taklah jauh sgt..sempat lah patah ke pangkal jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai di simpang rumah mertua adik aku..aku nampaklah si Iwan yg badannya kecik sikit dr Sully dari cerita Monster Inc. tu sedang melambai-lambaikan tangannya....kat belakangnya berdirilah si Damia Dayana..kesian pulak aku tengok tangannya yg masih berbalut dgn jarum drip... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak buah aku Si Damia ni..mengikut lapuran bapaknye adalah sangat sakit..tapi ..kami tengok dia macam sihat je..melompat2 tak ingat dunia bila jumpa Juanna and Naqeesya. Adiknya pulak yang baru berusia 3 minggu...pada pandangan mata aku sangatlah besar saiznya..seolah2 budak yg dah umur 2 bulan...alhamdullillah..kesemua seisi keluarga itu beserta mak dan pak mertua adik aku (Pakcik Che MAy) adalah sihat walafiat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seterusnya, kami pun ambik keputusan nak cari tempat tido..tapi Iwan cakap..jgn susah hati..dah beres..dalam pukul 6pm Iwan dan isterinya si Fizah yg masa tu masih dlm pantang pun membawalah kami ke Hotel Tabung Haji yg terletak berhampiran dengan airport Bayan Lepas dan hanya jaraknya..seketut tak hilang bau lagi..dari rumah mak mertua adik aku...amboi..tidur kat hotel kami..kagum sungguh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltVwO0ePMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/G6FUZSoW-k4/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970468787600578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltVwO0ePMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/G6FUZSoW-k4/s200/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kat hotel Tabung Haji&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adik aku bookkan utk kami bilik Deluxe Suite...pergh! cam raja ..bilik besar 1 queen bed 1 single. Tapi bapak aku nak jugak bilik lain so kami ambik Superior deluxe..dgn 2 single bed. Yg bestnya, hotel setinggi lima tingkat dgn..aku rasa ada lebih dari 100 bilik tapiii..hanyalah kami sahaja guestnya...korang bayangkanlah...! kami dapat bilik di tingkat 4..sunyi je..tak nampak orang lalu lalang seperti hotel2 lain..takde lagu2 sentimental kat lobby..senyap je...tapi hotel ni best jugak. Deluxe Suite tu hanya RM160 semalam...superior deluxe tu hanyalah RM100..semua peralatan lengkap..TV pun ada Astro....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltWKfaL-GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ycOqYVYopLY/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970919917353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltWKfaL-GI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ycOqYVYopLY/s200/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enche Jay dgn sabarnye..menggunakan equipment yg berkruk krek..bunyiknyer tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam pun menjelmalah..cewah...dah boring2 tgk tv, kami pun bercadanglah nak pergi ke gym..dah alang2 kami je guest kat situ..so apalah salahnye utk kami meronda2. Dalam gambar kat lift..gymnye adalah amat canggih..tapi bila kami pergi....kekekekekekek...undescribable ..ada 3 jer equipments....dan setiap satunya dtg dengan pakej bunyi2an...agaknya takde sapa guna, and tak pernah servis..jadi equipmentnye semua berkruk..krek bila diguna. Aku rasa malam tu memang aku berpeluh..tapi bukan sbb penat exercise tapi penat gelak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltWgeu8ndI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Zp9LvL9H8vo/s1600-h/IMG_2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971297693113810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltWgeu8ndI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Zp9LvL9H8vo/s200/IMG_2645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apa2 pun..seronoklah jugak makan2 angin walaupun short term...takdelah nak bercuti meriah..... Tapi Penang sgt berjerubu..dari Bayan Lepas dan Queensbay..kami tak nampak pun Penang Bridge dgn jelasnye...akibatnye..kami balik ke USJ dgn batuk2 dan demam2. Insya allah nanti kami dtg lagi ke PNG! next time nak naik NICE Executive Coach...&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/8803322732687566806-9130186123428516843?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/9130186123428516843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=9130186123428516843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9130186123428516843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9130186123428516843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/usj-behrang-teluk-kumbaq.html' title='USJ-BEHRANG-TELUK KUMBAQ!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SltUFHnhMrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7lXdRWNJfiU/s72-c/IMG_2589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1773709448552288757</id><published>2009-07-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:21:36.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 15th Anniversary - The Helmetz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skzlo9cKd0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CsYd62nqdjk/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353906548886894402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skzlo9cKd0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CsYd62nqdjk/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lepas menari lagu Sekapur Sirih...kat foyer..(aku pakai baju Haiman!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353906063291628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzlMsdOu4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/eXzyjWeWtzE/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sessi baling tepung masa induction part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan 7 ni, genaplah 15 tahun usia perkenalan kami2 bebudak (Bebudak lagi ke ??) masscomm uitm batch 94-97 atau lebih dikenali sebagai Helmetz. Lama dah rupa2nya kami bersama. Dari zaman slim menyelim ke kembang semangkuk, dari zaman single mingle ke beranak pinak..alhamdulillah, kebanyakannya masih lagi tak terputus hubungan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzoaIBNMZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qKza14hKv0E/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353909592563462546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzoaIBNMZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qKza14hKv0E/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yg bestnye lagi, antara kami ni..ramai yg kahwin sesama sendiri..(bukan sesama jantina..ko nih!)..maksud aku sesama batch la..Ada jugak yg duduk sebatch bertahun2 tapi tak berchenta2 ..bila dah bekerja..alih2 kahwin dgn classmate tu juga..dan macam2 lagi. Ada yg masih sihat walafiat, ada yg dah lebih dulu pergi berjumpa Yang Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmfdeDYHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tLKVAGvitBA/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353907485197688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmfdeDYHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tLKVAGvitBA/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami dulu belajar zaman2 takde handphone, takde Laptop..PC pun..kalau ada sebijik je..kongsilah berpuluh2 orang. Zaman kami belajar takde PTPTN...ada lah Yasan Pahang atau JPA.. (korang dah habih bayar ke belum??) tak pun Yayasan FAMA (Father Mother) .Uitm Shah Alam pun..takde lah sepadat cam sekarang. Dulu..releks je..takdelah penuh dgn traffic macam le nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmLjgtilI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hf1wCMtzj4A/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353907143222069842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmLjgtilI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hf1wCMtzj4A/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teringat plak aku masa mula2 register kat Uitm dulu..mula2 kami kena masuk Uitm Lendu Melaka..buat pre diploma. Belajar English and typing..TYPING!!..bukan belajar guna komputer..tapi guna mesin taip. Kebanyakan hari kat Lendu tu..dipenuhi dgn gelak ketawa dan melepak je..aku pun tak berapa hengat..apa ke jadahnye yg aku belajar kat sana, melainkan cara2 nyanyi lagu SACRIFICE (Elton John) dengan betul!.....It's a human signnn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353907318998699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmVyVIDmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fmUFwc-92T4/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iklan Colgate nilah yg nyebabkan akhbar suka kat along..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dulu masuk 2 minggu lebih lewat dari org2 lain. Dengan kata lainnya aku ni budak 2nd intake..MSR (Minggu Silaturrahim) pun seminggu je..budak2 1st intake 2 minggu...tu yang dia org jeles, siap gaduh2..ketuanya Noni and Aishah....!!. Kat Lendu, aku dimasukkan ke KOMSIS A..mengadap tasik..dekat dengan KOOP. Hari pertama masuk kelas..tak silap aku kelas agama...dalam kelas agama aku duduk dengan Mastura Othman a.k.a MAS, bila habis je kelas agama..tiba2 aku terdengar kat belakang aku ada org panggil kami.."org kat depan..orang kat depan..tak nak berkenalan ke dengan org kat belakang ni, org kat belakang ni handsome2 tau.." huhuhu...itu lah cara-cara Chot n Farami nak berkenalan dgn kami. Sabar jelah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzoxUXbdJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wsPUo7WITt8/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353909991014888594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzoxUXbdJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wsPUo7WITt8/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Al-kisahhhhh..suatu masa dahulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa hari lepas tu...kami duduk tempat yg sama, tapi kat belakang kami ada 2 org budak lelaki lain plak...sorang tu asyik pakai topi je..yg sorang lagi pakai cermin mata..asyik dok belek muka guna cermin pengasah pensel yg bulat tuh..tiba2 org belakang gerak2-gerakkan kerusi aku..tapi dia panggil nama aku Mastura..Mastura..ala2 P.Ramlee panggil Saloma dlm cerita 3 abdul...Dlm hati aku pun peliklah..pehal mamat ni goyang2kan kerusi aku..tapi panggil nama Mas...bila aku pusing belakang..tu lah kali pertama aku terlihat muka Encik Jay nih...(Tapi masa tu takde rasa apa2 lagi tau...!) Aku lebih byk sembang dgn Si Rodzan sbb dia mcm friendly sikit dr Enche Jay yg lebih byk diam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habis 6 bulan kat Lendu, kami pindah ke Kampus Shah Alam dan aku pun dimasukkan ke Kolej Seroja 3 bilik 404. Tu lah antara intro hidup aku bergelar graduan Masscomm (Advertising) Uitm Shah Alam, dan tu lah intro perkenalan aku dengan Enchik Jay and kawan2 se mass comm yg lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmAPTq0BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tYHwiN43bHQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353906948820094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkzmAPTq0BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tYHwiN43bHQ/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boling masscomm.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidup sebagai Masscommite..rasa2nya takdelah semenderita budak2 course2 lain. Yg aku banyak ingat...sepanjang aku study tu..lebih banyak kisah gembira dr kisah duka..duka pun apalah sangat setakat memanjat tangga ke tingkat 11-13 ketika bulan pose, sbb lift tgh dibaik pulih...kalau nak cakap pasal kisah lucu...kena buat pulak entry2 lain ..sbb byk sgt...sementelahan lagi aku ni duduk di kelas Advertising dgn hanya 7 org perempuan dan lebih kurang 17 org budak lelaki (17 ke?). Kalau dihimpun kisah2 lucu tu..boleh buat novel hikayat 1001 kisah lucu batch helmetz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, syukur alhamdulillah. Kalau aku terima tawaran masuk USM yg aku terima lepas 2 minggu masuk Lendu...gamaknye....lain lah cerita entry aku kali ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 15th Anniversary frenz...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-1773709448552288757?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1773709448552288757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1773709448552288757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1773709448552288757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1773709448552288757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-15th-anniversary-helmetz.html' title='Happy 15th Anniversary - The Helmetz..'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skzlo9cKd0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CsYd62nqdjk/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7437071059837189997</id><published>2009-07-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:44:04.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku yg "PANDAI" sangat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skx_VMWy1yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8Jnvc5lVDyA/s1600-h/IMG_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353794059107489570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skx_VMWy1yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8Jnvc5lVDyA/s200/IMG_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yg belah kiri bawah tu lah MP4 player iPhone ALIKE...yg hijau tu MP4 player iPod Apple ALIKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasib baik ada yg atas tu..intenet tablet hadiah dari kak z...tapi itu pun kalau ada wifi atau connected dgn hp baru boleh cek tenet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awal minggu ni, oleh sebab takde kerje sangat kat opis client aku tu..dan aku yg pada ketika itu sedang berpuasa dan asyik menguap je..( buruk benor)..maka aku pun menggodek2lah website2 ebay dan lelong.com. Konon2 nak tengok2lah apa yang ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam ketika membelek2 tu ternampak patik yg "bijak pandai" sgt ini akan lelongan satu telephone ni, rupe parasnye macamlah iphone yg sedang sibuk sakan Maxis gembar gemburkan tuh..terniat lah hati aku ni utk try bid..tengok2 kat situ harga yang sedang dibid ialah Rm138 hengget, tapi kalau tak sanggup nak bid boleh beli pada harga RM150 sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maka aku pun yg pandai sangat ni..konon2nye..dengan hajat hati nak beli handphone baru..teruja sangatlah..!  Kalau dapat beli iphone pada harga RM150 je..kelessss..tak kira lah made in china ke, monggolia ke..asalkan boleh berfungsi as iphone dgn touch screen plak tuh..kira bagus lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku pun bacalah produk description..tapi baca pun ala sekadar je sbb dah teruja sgt nak beli i phone ni, antara produk descriptionnye ialah 7GB memory dgn games, video, pictures dan macam-macam lagi..nama phone pula iphone &lt;strong&gt;ALIKE.&lt;/strong&gt; Pada fikiran aku yg bijaksana amat inih..nama brand iphone tu ialah ALIKE...sementelahan lagi melihat rupa parasnye yg memang macam iphone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku pun place order..dengan rasa bangga dan kagumnya..dan tak sabar2 lah aku nak menunggu iphone ku sampai.. Godek2 lagi lelong.com, aku jumpa plak ipod &lt;strong&gt;ALIKE&lt;/strong&gt; dgn harga RM100 sahaja..pada fikiran aku, terniat lah jugak nak beli untu si Juanna, takyah lah dia asyik nak godek2 handphone kami..bila dlm kereta especiallynya. Dah harga murah lah kononya aku pun belilah jugak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengah hari tadi..produk yg ditunggu2 pon sampailah..aku pun bukaklah sampul plastik SKYNET. Di dalam bungkus plastik, tukang jual iphone dan ipod tu..bungkus2 lagi items tu dgn surat2 khabar yg tebal amat..aku pun dgn gelojohnye bukak2 surat khabar tu..tak sabar beno nak nengok iphone kononnye....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengok2..rupe2nye..iphone yang dikatakan bukanlah iphone..ianya adalah sebuah MP4 player dengan fungsi touch screen dan berupa paras seperti iphone..tu sebab tukang jual tu tulis kat situ iphone ALIKE...bukan name brandnye ALIKE...sabor jer lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ipod yg aku beli pun..dapatlah jugak, dri jauh macam ipod apple siap dgn warna hijau pucuk pisang nye....tapi bila dekat mcm ipod mempelam masam je..oklah setakat nak dengar lagu, radio, simpan files dan ebook..bolehlah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kesimpulan talinya...bila nak beli barang online..bacalah descriptionnye betul2..janganlah gelojoh amat..kalau tak jadilah mcm aku ni..iphone brand ALIKE konon...ambik nak ko!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7437071059837189997?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7437071059837189997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7437071059837189997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7437071059837189997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7437071059837189997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-yg-pandai-sangat.html' title='Aku yg &quot;PANDAI&quot; sangat...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skx_VMWy1yI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8Jnvc5lVDyA/s72-c/IMG_2566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5523463664319978035</id><published>2009-06-30T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:13:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dan Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm4ut96kKI/AAAAAAAAATk/hZ-Z454rLkE/s1600-h/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353012744859324578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm4ut96kKI/AAAAAAAAATk/hZ-Z454rLkE/s200/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceh! bunyiknya macam aku ngan dia ni kawan baik jer kan..Hari Khamis yang lalu dunia dikejutkan dgn berita Pemergian MJ. Benda pertama yg aku buat iala Meng"Search" internet..nak cari status keislamannya... sebelum ni memang dah pernah dengar, tapi aku buat endah tak endah je...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.religionnewsblog.com/17555/michael-jackson-islam"&gt;http://www.religionnewsblog.com/17555/michael-jackson-islam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupa2nya, banyak pulak link dan site2 yang menulis tentang keislaman MJ. Maka, hati aku pun berdetup detap memikirkan..di manalah kaum keluarganya nak kebumikannya nanti..? Sepanjang hujung minggu lalu, aku pun sibuk lah jugak mencari2 sumber, mendengar berita di E News dan sebagainya, tak tau naper tapi hati aku nak sgt tahu..kat mana lah kuburnye MJ ni, ada org baca yasiin utk dia ke atau org nyanyikan montuary songs utk dia...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course lah, benda2 macam ni...kalau dibincangkan secara lanjut...akan jadi bahan perbincangan yg serius, contohnya di You Tube yg ada siarkan video2 clip MJ, banyak sgt caci maki yg aku baca bila saja ada org hantar comment mengenai keislaman MJ..seolah2nya ada pihak uyg tak mahu terima POP Legend ini seorang muslim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm5Z6JAciI/AAAAAAAAATs/KW8BJoJU7l4/s1600-h/mj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353013486861447714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm5Z6JAciI/AAAAAAAAATs/KW8BJoJU7l4/s200/mj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kemungkinan jugak..buat masa ini..kaum keluarga MJ sedang bertekak sesama sendiri..bagi menentukan di manakah kuburnya MJ ni..abangnya si MJ yg telah masuk islam mungkin mahu Mj dikebumikan cara islam..tapi family dia yg lain..mungkin tak moh...Agaknye..pada fikiran mereka.."Ape kellessss...kebumi cara islam..pakai putih bungkus semua...kalau cara yg satu lagi tu..boleh pakai baju kilat2, gloves kilat2, cermin mata besar tu..n stokin putih kasut hitam..." atau pun, mungkin jugak kaum keluarganya tgh fikir patut kah they all awet saje mayat MJ..sbb dulu aku MJ pernah ckp dia nak diawetkan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm6xmhwKuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yKBL9kWIemE/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353014993425017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm6xmhwKuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yKBL9kWIemE/s200/Michael%2BJackson.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebut pasal MJ ni, teringat plak..adik aku Zamil nyanyi lagu Bad..dgn versinye sendiri...dari jauh bunyiknya macam bunyi kambing ..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Embek..Embek..u know it..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lepas tu kami adik beradik dok nyanyi lagu black or white..sambil beratur lepas tu sorang2 akan lari2 ke tepi..konon2 macam video klip lagu tu lah..boleh tukar2 muka..konon.... masa darjah 4-5 pulak..budak2 lelaki sibuk buat monnwalker atas simen kat sekolah..sampai koyak rabak kasut sekolah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa2 pun MJ dah takde..dan Allah swt sahaja yg tahu status sebenar dirinya....MJ dah sama level dgn Elvis, Marlynn Monroe dan Beattles skrg ni...dan kita yg hidup ni ingat2 lah..hari khamis lepas hari MJ..esok lusa tak tau turn sape...&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/8803322732687566806-5523463664319978035?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5523463664319978035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5523463664319978035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5523463664319978035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5523463664319978035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-dan-michael-jackson.html' title='Aku dan Michael Jackson'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Skm4ut96kKI/AAAAAAAAATk/hZ-Z454rLkE/s72-c/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-9147453429936021527</id><published>2009-06-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:19:56.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Motivasi Seorang Abah..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkBz8KN87LI/AAAAAAAAATc/fkBJFWfoLds/s1600-h/abah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350403834688367794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkBz8KN87LI/AAAAAAAAATc/fkBJFWfoLds/s200/abah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah sampai ke saat aku menulis blog ni, abah masih hidup..walaupun takdelah sehat sepenuhnya, tapi ..bolehlah..tak sehat pun sebab kencing manis yg baru nak memperkenalkan dirinya kat abah dan sakit angin2 sana sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku dah pencen dah, baru je 3-4 tahun yg lalu. Dulu abah kerja kat Taman Pertanian Indera Mahkota Kuantan, abah pergi kerja naik moto je..geh..geh..geh..dari dulu pun macam tu. Masa kecik2, kalau time petang-petang..kepulangan abah dri opis memang dinanti2kan sebabnya....kami nak baca newspaper! kami adik beradik akan berebut nak baca newspaper yg abah bawak balik. Kadang-kadang abah balik bawak goreng pisang atau kerpok lekor..tak pun bawak limau manis dia beli kat pekan sari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku darjah 4, kat SK Permatang Badak..abah pernah xcident. Kepala dia terhantuk dengan lori yang bawak papan lapis yg panjang tuh..lalu terjatuh kat tepi jalan. Akibatnya, kepala lutut abah pecah..terburai. Doktor cakap..abah mungkin tak boleh jalan lagi..apatah lagi nak membengkokkan lututnya yg dah pecah tuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak bulan jugak abah terlantar kat spital. Masa tu aku rasa aku dah 4 beradik. Bila abah keluar dr spital, abah masih tak boleh kerja..ye lah..kepala lutut tak boleh nak bengkok..nak jalan macam mana..masa ni mak lah yg bertungkus lumus jaga abah, dia yg mandikan, dia yg lap kan....cucikan dan sebagainya, kena bagi gak kredit kat Pn Siti Zaharah tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu aku ingat lagi abah kena buat fisioterapi kat spital kuantan, minggu pertama abah pergi..tapi kemudian abah tak pergi dah..sebabnya..aku rasa mengikut tafsiran aku sendiri..takde sapa boleh tolong hantar abah pergi spital, kawan2 n jiran2 pun nak kerja..kalau dah hantar kang nak balik plak mcm mana? last2 mak pun mengambil tanggungjawab menjadi pakar fisioterapi tak bertauliah..mak pecah2kan batu bata, isi dalam stokin buruk...dan abah pun mulalah membuat latihan sendiri..dari batu size kecik..bertukar size besar..sampai tak muat stokin tuh, lama2 tukar pulak taktik lain, dengan menggunakan batu bata yang diikat kat takal dan disangkut kat tali...hari-hari abah exercise, bengkok2kan kakinya...lama kelamaan, dengan izin allah..abah pun bolehlah nerjalan seperti biasa, dan boleh duduk seperti orang biasa..nak duduk tahhiyat pun boleh, nak panjat2 tangga pun boleh....no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai orang terkejut, doktor pun terkejut..secara logiknya..sapa2 yang kehilangan tempurung lutut memang tak boleh dah nak berjalan dan melakukan xtvt seperti orang normal...paling2pun terdengkut-dengkut. Kalau tak caya..cuba korang ikat lutut korang kuat2..senang ke nak berjalan, nak duduk..nak buat aktiviti mencangkung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu..aku ingat, sebab abah rajin bersenam, sebab tu abah cepat sembuh..tapi bila aku dah besar panjang ni..aku rasa aku dah faham...dengan izin allah abah sembuh sebab abah kuat semangat, abah terus jugak bersenam dan berfisioterapi sendiri..walaupun memamg amat payah dan menyakitkan..supaya abah kembali pulih dan boleh bekerja seperti biasa. Kami adik bradik masa tu kecik2 lagi. Sapalah nak bagi kami makan, pakai dan bersekolah kalau abah tak kerja? Sapalah nak bagi kami cukup semuanya sampai kami jadik orang sekarang nih..kalau abah tak kerja? Sapalah lagi kalau tak abah..sebab tu lah abah kuatkan semangat dia dan berusaha supaya dapat berjalan dan bekerja seperti orang biasa...huhuhuhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu lah cerita seorang abah...walaupun mungkin kala ini dia sibuk menghadap game kat PC rumah, dan kadang2 dia membebel2 pasal adik2, pasal emak, pasal kawan2 kat surau, pasal politik dan sebagainya..tapi itu lah abah saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk adik2..ingatlah cerita pasal seorang abah kita nih...walaupun dia selalu jugak buat "lorat" dia tu..tapi sapalah kita kalau takde abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tima kasih bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga, ucapan selamat hari bapa untuk bapa mertuaku Tn Haji Moksin Sadiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan..kepada Enche Jay, ayah kepada 2 orang anak2 kami. Walaupun nampak pendiam, tapi bila dah marah kat 2 orang manusia kecik kat rumah tu..terjegillah jugak bijik matanya dan terkeluarlah jugak serak2 tarzannya...Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-9147453429936021527?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/9147453429936021527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=9147453429936021527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9147453429936021527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9147453429936021527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/06/kisah-motivasi-seorang-abah.html' title='Kisah Motivasi Seorang Abah..!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SkBz8KN87LI/AAAAAAAAATc/fkBJFWfoLds/s72-c/abah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4836170324446701789</id><published>2009-06-16T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:55:02.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jom..Sapa nak Ikut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SjdOd4cXmeI/AAAAAAAAATM/qreaB3ETKTo/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347829357800298978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SjdOd4cXmeI/AAAAAAAAATM/qreaB3ETKTo/s200/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hari Khamis lepas..konon2nya dgn niat nak mengakhiri cuti sekolah dengan meriahnya..tiba2 Enche Jay termakan kata-kata Juanna untuk pergi watch movie...so, tanpa booking kami pu terjah je lah Sunway Pyramid..then we all decided nak tgk night at the museum 2 sbb citer tu bersesuaian dgn peringkat umur manusia kecik 2 org ni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So, kami pun beraturlah beli tiket show pukul 9.40pm (org sibuk baca yassin mlm jumaat..kami pg tengok wayang..kalau lah mak abah aku tau..huhuhuhuhu). Tu dia......duduk kerusi no 1,2,3,4 barisan depannnnnn sekali..melangutlah kepala jawabnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Juanna kata, that was 2nd time lah kami duduk depan..dulu pernah sekali masa tgk Shrek..duduk depan jugak. tapi yg paling aku ingat masa zaman2 form 6, tgk Jurassic Park dgn Myzul n Remy..dekat Cinema depan Benteng tu...lepas tu tgk Denise the Menace dgn Myzul n Remy jugak..sampai terjatuh2 dr kerusi..gelak kaw..kaw punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SjdOn_BNMuI/AAAAAAAAATU/ytlbDSW1rmY/s1600-h/dennis_the_menace_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Zaman kat Melaka, tgk Lion King dgn Enche Jay..1st time tu tgk movie sama2 dgn dia n Fidah Shariff dan Farami..malu2 kuching lagi, then tgk Tragedi Oktober dgn Fidah jugak..sambil mengobat hati yg luka masa tu lah..Enche Jay punya pasal jugak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tgk Mr Bean dengan Nori pun best..masa tu part 4 atau part 6, balik dari NST..malas nak pergi kelas..terus tgk movie kat cineplex belakang CM...huhuhuhuhhu..dgn selambanye saja..ponteng kelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lamanya tak tengok movie ngan kawan2...apa kata..23hb ni..Transformers 2..jom? Sapa nak ikot!!! (bayar sendiri lah... ye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4836170324446701789?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4836170324446701789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4836170324446701789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4836170324446701789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4836170324446701789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/06/jomsapa-nak-ikut.html' title='Jom..Sapa nak Ikut?'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SjdOd4cXmeI/AAAAAAAAATM/qreaB3ETKTo/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7390547664500599396</id><published>2009-06-09T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:45:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Climb....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2trF3MMuI/AAAAAAAAASk/EcE8efMVuDQ/s1600-h/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345119288578290402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2trF3MMuI/AAAAAAAAASk/EcE8efMVuDQ/s200/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga panjanglah umur aku n Jay..aku nak posing sakan kat depan puncak ni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mendengar lagu dendangan Miley Cyrus a.k.a Hannah Montana ni buatkan bulu roma aku meremang...Bukan sebab lagu ni berpuaka ke..hapa ke..tapi mengenangkan cita-cita aku nak mendaki Gunung Kinabalu September nanti. Banyak cerita yang aku pernah dengar..bukan senang wooo..nak conquer Gunung tu...ada yg sampai termuntah2..ada yg half way jer lepas tu siap kena dukung bawak turun, ada yg sakit2 lutut..ada yg demam terus ..ada yg menggigil kesejukan..dan mcm2 lah lagi... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Preparation? Hmm....adalah aku cuba 'mendaki' atau lebih tepat lagi memanjat tangga2 apartment 4 tingkat aku tu..panjat naik tangga..turun naik lift..boleh?? 4 kali turun naik..aku dah tercungap2..kadang2 kena selang selikan engan brisk walk keliling blok aku..then panjat tangga balik...Tapi ada lah jugak kemajuan dari dolu2...kalau before this, naik sampai tingkat 2 pun penat macam nak tercabut jantung...huhuhhuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2vxpGmRnI/AAAAAAAAASs/igon2F7-5eE/s1600-h/climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345121600140625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2vxpGmRnI/AAAAAAAAASs/igon2F7-5eE/s200/climb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banyaknye tangge..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Last Sunday..aku try panjat tangga 6 kali non-stop...huhuh..masuk2 dlm rumah..siap rasa nak termuntah and siap ketar kepala lutut lagi..dah tu camana nak naik gunung kinabalu...?? Takpe2..aku akan work harder..yeah..mesti boleh punya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2wHEYAJSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fnrdj6lwMbg/s1600-h/sabah_gunung_mount_kinabalu_laban_rata_mountain_hut10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345121968238634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2wHEYAJSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fnrdj6lwMbg/s200/sabah_gunung_mount_kinabalu_laban_rata_mountain_hut10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At least, semenjak 2 menjak aku menceburkan diri dalam xtvt memanjat tangga ni...adalah sikit pengurangan berat badan kelihatan....dibantu dgn susu Alpha Lipid tu..pusing2 keliling blok rumah aku pun ..dah berpeluh2 cam jogathon 10 km..heheheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lagu Miley Cyrus ni..akan aku jadikan lagu tema hp ku nanti..dan jugak kalau chord guitarnyer senang..bolehlah jugak aku..mensumbangsihkannya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Package mountain climbing dah book...ticket flight dah beli....tunggu panjat je...semoga aku selamat naik dan selamat turun dari puncak tertinggi kat mesia tu...dengan selamatnya...amin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7390547664500599396?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7390547664500599396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7390547664500599396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7390547664500599396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7390547664500599396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s The Climb....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Si2trF3MMuI/AAAAAAAAASk/EcE8efMVuDQ/s72-c/DSC00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3623269192740916151</id><published>2009-06-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:42:53.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 10th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVGbdGPBPI/AAAAAAAAASU/UzOUWlsbepo/s1600-h/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342753970426152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVGbdGPBPI/AAAAAAAAASU/UzOUWlsbepo/s200/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni lah bopren, ni lah best pren..ni lah suamiku..sama tak gigi taring kami tu...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gedebak, gedebik gedebuk..tup..tup kami menyambut ulang tahun perkahwinan ke 10 pada 29/5 yang lalu. Tiba-tiba aku teringat 10 tahun dolu..ketika kami bernikah..kami kahwin cowboy je...takde sanding manding, takde ambik gambar canggih manggih mcm sekarang, takde salin baju sampai 5-6 pasang..satu helai tu je..warna hijau muda ala2 nak ke turqoise macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVC2grm2mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F6KYWqwqDQY/s1600-h/lrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342750037198166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVC2grm2mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F6KYWqwqDQY/s200/lrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Konon nak celebrate kat KLCC, bawaklah 2 orang hamba allah ni naik LRT dr Kelana Jaya....1st time naik LRT...mula lah tak reti duduk diam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami kahwin hanya setelah setahun lepas konvo, kerja pun ala-ala baru nak hidup masa tu..bapak aku suruh kahwin, kami kahwin. Bagi pihak lelaki semua Jay uruskan sendiri, dari menukar kewarganegerian dari IC Sabah ke IC KL, semuanya kerana nak memudahkan urusan pendaftaran nikah kahwin..kalau tak jenuh nak balik KK hanya sebab nak dapatkan pengesahan bujang dsb. Masa kami dekat2 nak kahwin, Jay ada mintak postpone dgn abah aku, katanya tak cukup duit lagi..bapak aku cakap..gunalah apa yang ada...tu yang ala-ala cowboy tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kahwin..jatuh sama tarikh dengan hari Wesak. Dan sama tarik juga dengan 13 Safar..maka terdengarlah suara2 sumbangsih mengatakan perkahwinan kami ini tak baik sebab buat di bulan Safar...Mak abah aku buat dekkkk je..apa kena mengena kahwin bulan safar dengan kebahagian rumah tangga? Kalau dah tuhan takdirkan takde jodoh..kahwin hari raya pun bercerai juga..wallahualam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rombongan Jay dtg dr KL, sedihnya sbb keluarga dr KK tak dapat hadir..ongkosnya banayk dong..masa tu air asia pun takdak lagi....hanya emak2 sedaranye, cousin2 nya yang mana2 tinggal di sekitar KL masa tu..datang menjadi pengiring jay, termasuklah si Ramlee Awang Murshid dan Kak Amy. Takde paluan kompang, takde PA system..takde apa..yang ada cuma khemah kenduri yang sama panjangnya lebih kurang 3 buah rumah, dgn tetamu yang ramai amat...sehinggakan pukul 8-9 mlm pun ada org datg lagi ke rumah..termasuklah kakitangan Mydin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan aku ni anak sulung, maka sakanlah mak dan abah aku membeli itu ini, abah siap renovate rumah lagi..beli tikar getah baru...langsir warna hijau, tikar getah warna purple..boleh!..mak pulak mintak makcik sebelah tolong jahitkan langsir ropol-ropol. Yg bestnya, mak pergi Terus Maju nak beli senduk, sudip, kuali besar..dapur gas baru...dan macam2 lagi...siap bawak lori 1tan Pakcik Po, suami Mak teh Han sepupu abah...huhuhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nikah tu..Jay sampai lambat sbb adik sepupu dia yg masa tu baby lagi demam, satu lagi..dia kata itu taktik dia supaya Ustaz Mat Din tu tak tanya banyak2 soalan..nanti kang tak terjawab..Aku masa tu cool lagi kat dlm bilik..(skrang bilik tu jadi bilik Emak n Ija). Mak Andam pun takde..mak2 sepupu aku yang bedalkan muka aku..kartun sungguh la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila terdengar je adik aku kata enche jay dah sampai..aku releks jer lagi..dan bila orang kata akad nikah dah nak mula...Adoi! time tu lah jantung aku macam nak pecah..gedebup gedebup semua ada..takut ada..risau pun ada..suka pun ada...betul ke aku nak kahwin ngan jay ni..? Ke salah orang? Aku tiba2 jadi berpeluh..mak aku cepat2 bagi aku minum air zam zam..mak aku kata..setan banyak lah masa ni..nak menghasut org menjadi syak wasangka...ye lah tu agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay pulak...ketika nak lafazkan aku terima nikahnya, dia pergi bantai sebut nama aku Nani Binti Koraiza.....huhuhuhuh haru-haru...tapi nasib baiklah tak kecoh sangat...tapi part nak bayar Mas Kahwin RM25.50 tu yang lawak..dah lah duit tu taruk dalam envelope je..tiba-tiba 50 sen tu hilang pulak dah..masa nak bagi kat ustaz untuk diperiksa...meraban pulak cari duit 50 sen..nasib baiklah Pak sedara jay ada 50 sen masa tuh...(Semua ni ada direkod dalam VHS..) huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan-kawan ada jugak yang dtg...tapi masa tu..ramai lagi kawan2 yg tak kerja n takde kereta..so susahlah mereka nak ke kuantan yg dulu rasanya sangatlah jauh dari KL ni...hadiah kahwin bertambun2..alhamdulillah...ada yang masih tak sempat guna sampai hari ni! especially gelas dan cawan..Periuk nasik letrik tu pun masih sihat keadaannya sampai hari ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu lah ceritanya serba sedikit..apa yg berlaku 10 tahun dulu..Sepanjang 10 tahun ni..banyak jugak dah kami tempuh, turun naik, suka duka..macam-macam...alhamdulillah segalanya berjalan lancar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVDTWaUyQI/AAAAAAAAASE/0zQT_NaI6N0/s1600-h/hadiah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342750532657531138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVDTWaUyQI/AAAAAAAAASE/0zQT_NaI6N0/s200/hadiah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Dariku untuk muu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena hari ulang tahun perkahwinan kami yang ke 10 ni, aku belikan Enche Jay hadiah special sikit...sbb aku teringat segala pengorbanan dia..usaha keras dia...susah senang yang dia alami sepanjang hidup bersama aku n anak2..nak menahan diri dia hidup dengan aku yg banyak songeh ni bukannye senang..menuntut banyak kesabarannn...huhuhu..teringat zaman2 jual nasik lemak sama2 kat Masjid Sunway masa bulan pose..zaman menjual krepek ke hulu kehilir...malam2 tidor 2-3 pagi untuk bungkus krepek...teringat plak kisah duka depan Ampang Point dan Great Eastern Ampang tu...huhuhu sedih sungguh masa tu...tapi Enche Jay sentiasa ada...walaupun dia tak banyak cakap..tapi nengok muka dia pun aku dah rasa lega lah jugak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVDr5SjIyI/AAAAAAAAASM/3vFglNGUpwU/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342750954337018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVDr5SjIyI/AAAAAAAAASM/3vFglNGUpwU/s200/IMG_2523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempat dinner kat Chilli's KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enche Jay pun ada belikan aku hadiah yang sangat2 lah special nye...tak sangka jugak Enche Jay terfikir nak beri benda tu (tak yah lah cakap..benda apa...). Aku ingatkan kalau dia nak bagi mesti kerongsang ke..atau teddy bear ke..(dah tua lah..) tapi benda yg dia bagi tu really big surprise..Tima kasih bebanyak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap-harap Allah swt...panjangkan jodoh kami hingga ke penghujung nyawa dan boleh menyambut anniversary ke 20,30,40,50,60,70..insyALLAH dan sentiasa dilindungi oleh Allah SWT...amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVHxpoH7tI/AAAAAAAAASc/bslkAmCVx5E/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342755451258269394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVHxpoH7tI/AAAAAAAAASc/bslkAmCVx5E/s200/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3623269192740916151?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3623269192740916151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3623269192740916151' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3623269192740916151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3623269192740916151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-10th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 10th Wedding Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SiVGbdGPBPI/AAAAAAAAASU/UzOUWlsbepo/s72-c/IMG_2502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8339918545791180252</id><published>2009-05-25T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:50:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOTOBIAN TADAO KAAMATAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoQXImsqJI/AAAAAAAAARc/lcQ30bxjAjM/s1600-h/mount_kinabalumount+kinabalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoQXImsqJI/AAAAAAAAARc/lcQ30bxjAjM/s200/mount_kinabalumount+kinabalu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339598297833973906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu 'ni hati aku teringat sangat kat keluarga in-law aku kat KK.  Mesti ada yang pelik, ada orang tak boleh bertemu muka dengan mak mertua dan ipar2 (mcm adik ipar aku yg orang N9 tu lah..!!)tapi, bagi aku alhmadulillah..maybe sebab dia org duduk di hujung borneo sinun..aku lak di seberang lautan sinin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih-lebih lagi bila adik ipar aku yang bongsu , Lili namanya..dtg ke  KL ni, dia ada kursus sebulan di Akademi Percukaian Malaysia, Buat masa sekarang ni dia bekerja di LHDN Tawau.  Sempat lah kami menjemput dia dan kawannya di APM dan bawak ronda2 di KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila fikir-fikir...macam manalah pulak aku ni boleh terjodoh dengan orang Sabah, jauh bebeno..tapi itu lah dinamakan jodoh.  Sebeenornya, Jay tu sebelum berjumpa aku kat Uitm Melaka..dah beberapa kali ditawarkan ke Uitm utk course Art &amp; Design, tapi dia tak terbukak hati nak pergi, masa tu dia bekerja di Arkib Negara Sabah, then dia dapat offer ke beberapa pejabat kerajaan tapi dia tolak jugak..katanya nak kerja di Arkib Negara Sabah, nak tolong adik2 dia yg ramai...tapi tiba2 tup2 masa intake July 04, dia terbukak hati nak terima tawaran ke Uitm Lendu..di sana lah kami bertemu dan berchenta2 huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis je part 6 di Uitm Shah Alam, jay ajak aku balik KK jumpa family dia...huhuhu..1st time naik kapal terbang, macam nak tercabut jantung ditambah lagi dengan membayangkan nak jumpa bakal mak mertua...berdebup2 rasanya hati aku (dah lah masa tu zaman2 berambut merah dan berkuku panjang nyee..).  Ingat lagi masa tu, aku sampai ke KK lewat malam...yang paling best, bila sampai di Kg Masjid Telipok tu...dah gelap gelita, jalan kampung pulak tu..tiba-tiba..huhuhu..terpaksa naik jambatan gantung yang merentangi sebatang sungai...bila sampai kat tengah2 jambatan..jambatan tu mula berhayun2...huhuhuh dengan deburan air sungai kat bawah tu..aku rasa cam takottt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kat rumah..adik2 ipar menunggu-nunggu.  Comel-comelnya adik2 ipar aku masa tu..kecik2 lagi masa tu..sekolah2 lagi...Sekarang di dah jadi "sumandak" (anak dara dlm bahasa dusun..)Keesokkan paginya, huhuhu..barulah dapat beramah mesra dengan dia orang...masa tu mak mertua aku panggil aku "Nong" yang maksudnya sayang...huhuhu. Tempat pertama aku melawat ketika kat sana ialah Balai Polis Telipok, pasal apa? Pasal sorang adik ipar aku yang lelaki dah beberapa hari hilang,tak balik rumah..masa tu dia nakal2 lagi..sekarang dah beranak bini...masa kat situlah aku rasa cam pemes habis...sbb setiap kali kawan2 mak mertua aku jumpa kami, mak mertua aku akan cakap "ni kawan Maen, dari semenanjung.." Masa tu, kalau org semenanjung dtg sabah glamour habisss...tak hengat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu Jay bawak aku (Ditemani oleh adik2 dia lah..) ronda2 KK.  Sempat lah aku jeling kat Burger King KK tempat dia cerita dia berdating ngan gepren lama dia huhuhuhu...then, Jay bawak aku pergi jalan2 ke ranau, jumpa mak dan bapak sedaranya kat sana.. (ditemani oleh adik2 nya jugakk le..)Sepanjang jalan tu, kami ditemani oleh cousin jay si Abak, dia yg drive kami..dan dia orang bergumbira ria nyanyi lagu2dusun dlm kereta tu..seronok bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoReEMGO1I/AAAAAAAAARk/PJkd5MLO4So/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoReEMGO1I/AAAAAAAAARk/PJkd5MLO4So/s200/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339599516419373906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time aku nampak Gunung Kinabalu..whoaaa!!!!!  macam nak nangis..punya lah besar..tak terbayangkan..semenjak tu lah aku bercheta-cheta nak naik gunung, lebih2 lagi Jay selalu mengeksyen kan dirinya sbb dia dah 4-5 kali naik gunung tuh..huhuhu.  Insya allah, tahun ni aku akan berusaha nak naik...dan turun of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiket raya tahun ni kami dah beli...(nak dapat harga murah nye pasal).  Insya allah kalau umur panjang, berayalah kami di KK tahun ni, di rumah baru keluarga mertua aku hasil usaha pembelian bersama adik2 ipar aku.  Rumah dia org yang lama di Kg Masjid tu dah kena radu (roboh).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak kami berkahwin, kami usahakan balik ke KK setahun sekali...(tapi ada lah satu era kesusahan melampau tu kami tak balik sampai 4 tahun...)Abah n mak aku pun aku rasa berbangga lah sebab ada menantu dari Sabah, dan sehingga kini di RRM Permatang Badak tu..hanya Jay seorang je lah org Dusun Sabah.  Setiap kali dia pergi surau mesti orang akan kata.."Ni! menantu cik yaacob yg dari sabah tu ye.." huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoR6Ss1J-I/AAAAAAAAARs/fL1-0mhsAlg/s1600-h/Zoom!Sabah_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoR6Ss1J-I/AAAAAAAAARs/fL1-0mhsAlg/s200/Zoom!Sabah_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600001351100386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau korang nak melancong, pi lah ke sabah...dari pi bali ka, pi medan ka..sabah tu tak ada kurangnya.  Orangnya baik2, perempuan2nya ayu2 dan chantek2....pergilah ke ranau dan saksikan lah dengan mata kepala korang sendiri kecantikan gunung kinabalu, atau ke Pulau2 di sekitar KK seperti pulau Manukan...Kalau tak caya meh tengok rancangan &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOM SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; setiap hari Sabtu 7.30pm di TV3.  Congratulation nak di ucapkan kepada kawan2 aku yang bersosah payah membuat rancangan &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoom Sabah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tu... Norharlida Abu Bakar (penerbit), Isnawan Lamidi (Production Manager kot?) and Intan Mazliah Jamaluddin...Caya lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah memang cantik, bandar KK tu bertubirkan laut berpaksikan gunung Kinabalu...pada hari2 yang terang, korang akan nampak air laut membiru dan gunug Kinabalu tegak berdiri di kejauhan..pergh..cam bagus ayat aku..!  Kat sana, ada banyak ethnik so, korang akan dengar beberapa bahasa yg korang tak paham..macam bahasa Dusun, bahasa Kadazan..(Beza tau 2 bahasa ni), Bajau, Bugis dan..Timurrr...ada jugak philippin especially yg byk berjual di Pasar Philippines n kedai ikan masin sebelah2 tu..Anak2 dara kat sini..ala2 pelakon2 Korea gitu mukanya, cute d' miut..kecik2 jer..lelakinya pulak..ala2 muka cina cam gitu..(tu yg aku tersoka kat jay tu..sbb konon2 nak dptkan bopren chinese look..especially masa zaman2menengok cerita Police Cadet dan zaman2 mengendap Tee Yong Heng..budak Vokay kuantan..huhuhu)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat sini nak ambik kesempatan nak ucapkan kepada warga Kadazan Dusun di Sabah dan seantero malaysia/dunia, terutama utk Jay n my inlaw's family..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kotobian Tadau Kaamatan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Selamat Menyambut hari Gawai/Kaamatan..walaupun korang tak sambut tapi at least public holiday lah kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi jom pg Sabah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-8339918545791180252?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8339918545791180252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8339918545791180252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8339918545791180252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8339918545791180252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/kotobian-tadao-kaamatan.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOTOBIAN TADAO KAAMATAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShoQXImsqJI/AAAAAAAAARc/lcQ30bxjAjM/s72-c/mount_kinabalumount+kinabalu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6727718595401458964</id><published>2009-05-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:27:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI GURU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAsPEJAz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/e1acmAQq7co/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAsPEJAz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/e1acmAQq7co/s200/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336814195755241298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANGIT TERANG BEDERANG DI SUNWAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlebih dahulu, aku nak ambik peluang ni untuk ucapkan Selamat Hari Guru kepada guru2 sedonia terutama kepada guru2 aku dulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Cikgu Siti Fatimah - TABIKA KEMAS PAYA BESAR - 80&lt;br /&gt;2)  Cikgu ZAINUN - SK Batu Tiga Kuantan 81-82&lt;br /&gt;3)  Cikgu SITI FATIMAH, CIKGU ROSLAN TAIB, CIKGU MAJID BIN LONG, CIKGU JAAFIR, dan semua cikgu yg mengajar di SK Permatang Badak dri 1983-1986&lt;br /&gt;4)  Cikgu Faridah Kazi, Cikgu Faridah Yahya, Mrs Lai, Ms Phua, Mrs Phua, Mrs Ong, Mr Lam, Cikgu Norhaimi, Cikgu Norehan, Cikgu Maheran, Cikgu SIti Kadel Laut, dan semua cigu2 SMTA 1987-1991&lt;br /&gt;5)  Ms Chan, ..alamak tak ingat lah..(apa punya anak murid!)  Cikgu Baizura (cikgu yg suruh aku berdiri dlm kelas..dah tingkatan 6 pun nak kena berdiri!), san cigu2 di SM Alor Akar 1992-1993&lt;br /&gt;6)  Puan Rosni, En Ismail Sudin, En Adnan, Puan Parween, Ustaz dan Ustazah, En Meor (Mejeremen- Measurement!), dan semua lecturer2 Fakulti Komunikasi Massa terutamanya lectiurer2 kelas MC 14 / Advertising 1994-1997, termasuk Mrs Rosalind..lecturer masa buat Pre-Dip -Uitm Lendu..July 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAslrx6UrI/AAAAAAAAARU/QR6Vj5blCek/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAslrx6UrI/AAAAAAAAARU/QR6Vj5blCek/s200/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336814584352887474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENJA AT USJ - GAMBAR DI AMBIL DARI TINGKAP BILIK APARTMENT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada semuanya saya nak ucapkan Terima Kasih Cikgu...Mintak maaf..halalkan ilmu yg saya dapat, saya mengaku ada kalanya saya jahat..huhuhu terutama kasa kat Uitm...Jasa cikgu akan saya kenang!  Sebab cikgulah saya jadik orang skrg ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merujuk kepasa sambutan hari guru nih, aku nak citer sikit pengalaman kami sekeluarga membeli barang dapur di Carefour Alamanda...di celah-celah keramaian manusia berpusu-pusu membeli barang. aku nampak seorang budak lelaki dalam lingkungan usia 9-10 tahun, marah-marah lalu menempelak seorang dewasa yg ada bersama dengannya dengan kata2 "Oi! Pekak ke aku kata aku nak Koko Crunch!"  lalu, si dewasa tersebutr mengambilnya, dan meletakkannya ke dalam troli..tanpa sebarang kata, mungkin juga dia terasa aku dan beberapa org lain sedang memerhati dgn mata terbeliak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana budak kecik mcm tu boleh kata org dewasa pekak di kalayak ramai.  Waima tak di khalayak ramai pun seorang budak kecik tak sepatutnya nak menutur kan kata2 sekeras itu...Aku rasa macam tak percaya apa yg aku dengar!  Dalam kes seperti ini, siapakah yg bersalah..ibu bapanya, kaum keluarganya, guru2nya...!  Sedih ada..nak bagi penampar pun ada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman2 aku kecik dulu..kalau buat perangai depan tetamu dtg ke rumah aje pun, akan dibalun dengan sekorang2nya penyapu bulu ayam yg dibuat dr rotan, atau pun hanger beraneka warna, ataupun batang penyapu gandum...inikan pulak di depan khalayak ramai mcm ni?  Aku pernah kena kejar dgn mak aku, bersama sebatang penyapu sampai terpaksa menyorok di bawah rumah hanya kerana aku beria-ia nak makan tembikai ketika mak aku sedang berbual..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramaikah bilangan kanak2 yang seperti ini di luar sana..kalau ramai..adui..tak dapat nak bayangkan masa depan kita nanti, mungkinkah bila aku dah tua aku akan dibanjiri dengan manusia2 yg biadap macam ni...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada guru-guru sekelian..kami faham, tugas guru skrg kian memberat.  Tapi di zaman yg serba mencabar ini, sudilah kiranya para guru mencurahkan bakti yg lebih sikit dari kebiasaanya..kalau nampak apa yg tak kena, carilah jalan untuk menegur utk kebaikan bersama...kebijaksanaan dan kepakaran anda amat kami hargai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6727718595401458964?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6727718595401458964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6727718595401458964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6727718595401458964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6727718595401458964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-hari-guru.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI GURU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAsPEJAz1I/AAAAAAAAARM/e1acmAQq7co/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2347911062687119009</id><published>2009-05-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:58:52.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are ou looking for female swimming instructor?</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya....tamatlah 10 kelas renangku.  First class bulan February hari tu, setiap jumaat 10am..tolak cuti, tolak waktu2 "bulan mengambang"  akhirnya habis lah jugak sessi belajar berenang.  Aku pun tak tahulah apa yg aku fikir, tiba-tiba je, satu hari tu aku terasa nak belajar berenang.  Sebelum ni ada gak terfikir, tapi macam2 alasan aku bagi kat diri aku sendiri...takde kolamlah, takde instructor lah, takde swimming suit lah...macam-macam.  Tp semenjak berpindah ke Goodyear court 10 ni, di mana kolam renangnya terletak di hadapan bijik mata..maka berkobar-kobarlah semangat aku nak belajar berenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau sebelum ni aku berenang ala2 kucing kelemasan, menggelepar tak tentu pasal..skrg ni..bolehlah ..berenang cara berhemah!  Mula-mula tu, jenuh jugak aku nak cari swimming instructor, nak cari yg lelaki..malu..dgn bentuk badan yg sangat "menggiurkan" ni..heheh, nak pergi swimming class kat luar..hmm..malas..so aku pun nekad nak cari private swimming instructor..(pergh..cam bagus je bunyiknya..).  Di era Google ni,senang aje nak mencari maklumat, type saja apa yg nak di cari di ruangan SEARCH, sekejap lagi keluarlah macam2 info yng berkaitan dan yg tak berkaitan...tapi masaklahnya nak mencari private swimming instructor, female, preferebly malay, dgn ongkos yg boleh dirunding..memang susah..macam mencari contact lense dalam air kolam..huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhari2 jugak aku Search for female malay swimming instructor...kalau ada yg chinese mahal nak mampos..RM100 per class..10 kelas??? taknye RM1000, baik beli handbag Coach!  Kalau ada yg murah pulak, kita kena pergi tempat dia, bukannya dia nak pergi tempat kita...leceh..akhirnya..aku jumpa di portal Hotsfrog sorang instructor ni..Namanya Maz, muda lagi orgnya, graduate law school Uitm, tp katanya malas nak practise law..so baik lagi ajar berenang.  Maz ni cool je orangnya, dia tak push sgt,kalau dah tengok aku termengah-mengah..dia akan kata.."releks je, bila dah ready baru kita start.."Yg penting, kosnya sangat2lah berpatutan..dah lah sanggup datang ke kolam renang apartment aku nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dengan latihan pernafasan, ke latihan technical n practical breastroke, then free style..dan akhirnya dive n terjun..pergh..seronok!  Kelas Dive yg paling seronok...seronoknya part bila kita boleh swimm sampai ke dasar kolam...kalau dari dulu aku pandai berenang, takde lah aku jadi mangsa lemas kat Lubuk Sg Pahang kat rumah tok aku dulu..nasib baik Mak Uda sempat selamatkan aku..kalau tak..tak sempatlah aku nak tulis entry nih..heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAkIQmRSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GQar0vbw2z4/s1600-h/michael_phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAkIQmRSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GQar0vbw2z4/s200/michael_phelps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805282747074626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kalau nak dibandingkan aku dgn si Michael Phelps tu..ibaratnya bagai..hmmm...Langit ke tujuh dengan kerak bumi/nasik...tapi  at least aku retilah berenang...takdelah setakat menguak2 air di pinggiran kolam..satu lagi, berenang ni good exercise...tak seteruk jogging n panjat2 tangga yg menyebabkan kesakitan lutut..berenang ni macam cool jer...ceh..tapi mengah jugak lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAkWaiunTI/AAAAAAAAARE/GGuydOSUNZQ/s1600-h/Michael%2520Phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAkWaiunTI/AAAAAAAAARE/GGuydOSUNZQ/s200/Michael%2520Phelps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805525934742834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesapa yg berniat nak belajar swimming boleh call &lt;strong&gt;MAZ di 0162758186&lt;/strong&gt;.  Ongkosnya bermula dari RM150 ke atas, bergantung kepada lokasi.  Maz jugak ada menawarkan kelas di public pool seperti kat shah alam n Pantai Dalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2347911062687119009?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2347911062687119009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2347911062687119009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2347911062687119009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2347911062687119009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-ou-looking-for-female-swimming.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Are ou looking for female swimming instructor?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/ShAkIQmRSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GQar0vbw2z4/s72-c/michael_phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3191478753680831540</id><published>2009-05-15T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:55:08.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Belajar Bermain............ Gitar!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...ada org tanya aku, macam mana aku mula minat belajar main gitar?  Ada org cakap aku dah buang tebiat ..tetiba jer nak belajar main gitar...ada org menyokong aku, ada jugaklah suara2 sumbang...Tak kisahlah, dr aku di sekolah menengah sebenarnya..aku dah berminat nak belajar main gitar, lebih2 lagi bila tengok adik lelaki aku yg masa tu sekolah kat RMC pandai main gitar sikit-sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sguenuw34nI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ofk4fmg_16w/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sguenuw34nI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ofk4fmg_16w/s200/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335532588955591282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My guitar....(Beli kat Sunway Pyramid...duit sendiri tau!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kat Uitm, aku dikelilingi oleh jejaka2 classmate aku yg belajar takde lah berapa pandai (Ngelentong je kerjanya..!!) tp bab-bab menyanyi n main gitar..memang terror...kalau kami tak grad, maybe kitorang akan tubuhkan satu kumpulan musik dan merantau ke LA menjadi pemain musik..(sampai sudah tak pergi LA..sakan jual bunga nak kumpul duit, konon....)...Nasir, Zul, Kachang, Pak Non..set-set suara yg sedap..Jasman, farami, Hazil (lakinya si Nadia Mustafar..ala pelakon tuh..), LokLaq, set2 yg terror main gitar..kami pompuan2 ni..setakat suara latar jer le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tambah pulak dengan latar belakang keluarga..mak aku pon pandai nyanyi, dolu2 dia pernah nyanyi denagn Ahmad Jais..skrg ni..dia mengaji dah aje..Bopren aku plak (laki aku lah..) pun pandai gak main gitar, sekejap jer dia belajar masa cuti semester part 2 nak masuk part 3..tup2 bukak semester dia ckp dia dah pandai main gitar, adik2 ipar aku pun terror main gitar..yang pompuan2nya suara lunak merdu sungguh terutamanya adik bongsu jay si lily sufy  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( http://sufy-destiny.blogspot.com/)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....dah berapa kali menang pertandingan menyanyi dan mengaji...huhhuuh...kalau masuk AF tu..dijamin pergi final, sekorang2nya..tapi dia org ni pemalu yang amat...kalau balik raya ke Sabah, mesti ada karaoke..teringat kat Pakcik Maidin, bapak sedara jay..yg soka sangat berkaraoke lagu Dusun kat rumah orang kawin..huhuhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapa-sapa yang teringin nak belajar main gitar tapi tak tahu nak mula kat mana..senang je..mula-mula, belilah sebijik gitar...yg Kapok Brand tu below RM100 boleh dapat...kalau tak pun ada mcm2 brand lagi sekitar RM150 - RM riban-riban..(yg dibuat dr kayu pokok hapa tah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgue7sfVz8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9UrrAQ1ECh8/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgue7sfVz8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9UrrAQ1ECh8/s200/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335532931942567874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgufMBLXOHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YzFa3Qs29xI/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgufMBLXOHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YzFa3Qs29xI/s200/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335533212373825650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buku Panduan Bermain Gitar..Jay punya, dibeli pada tahun 1995...lama tuh...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sila potong kuku..kuku tangan kiri especially.  So bila tekan tali gitar tu tak dalah tersangkut kat kuku, dan senang sikit nak menggerak2kan jari dari satu tali ke satu tali dan dari satu fret ke satu fret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, boleh lah belajar chord2 basic macam A,B,C,D,E,F,G..macam mana nak belajar?? Boleh layari website-website cara-cara nak belajar bermain gitar yang banyak bersepah...siap ada cara2 nak strum dan dgn videonya sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgufmvFPhuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lihHFcKcHGA/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgufmvFPhuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lihHFcKcHGA/s200/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335533671372785378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buku Latihan..siap salin tu..dah ink printer takdek!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah rasa dah hafal basik chord tu..bolehlah try main beberapa lagu yg senang seperti lagu Zombi, Lagu Pudar dr Rossa, lagu T-shirt dr Shontelle, lagu Berdua Pasti Lebih Baik dr Acha (Buah!) Septriasa, Chord-chord lagu ni semua boleh dicari di laman2 web..taip jer chord lagu..(tajuk) (nama Penyanyi)..jumpa lah nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaran utama bila belajar main gitar ini ialah kesakitan di hujung2 jari tangan kiri yang selalu digunakan untuk tekan2 tali gitar...tapi try lah bungkus jari jemari tu dengan selotep kertas. Lama kelamaan, bahagian hujung jari tu dah makin keras sikit..so dah tak sakit tapi dia mungkin akan menggelupas sikit..macam jari aku sekrang nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada kawan/bopren/suami yang pandai..bolehlah mintak tunjuk ajar...Sib baik Enche Jay ni tak kedekut ilmu...so bolehlah dia menunjuk ajar dan menunjukkan keterorrannya kepada aku..huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah terror dgn chord asas..try lah explore chord2 major n minor...semua pun boleh dicari kat web, dan boleh lah try lagu Aku Lebih Tahu dari Mila, Hanya Kau Yang mampu dr Aizat..Kujuga Mencentai Dirimu dr Saiful...dan terus mencoba dan coba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sguf8queklI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DJ39j_Hd4ms/s1600-h/W-390-Range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sguf8queklI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DJ39j_Hd4ms/s200/W-390-Range.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335534048160682578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt;Gitar Idaman..yg warna pink tuh...huhuhuhu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat setakat masa ni, aku masih lagi belajar..cabaran aku sekarang ialah nak mempercepatkan jari jemari aku ni bila nak tukar dari satu chord ke chord lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course..kalau kita mahu..semua pun menjadi..kalau tak mahu..main kompang pun tak Jadi..!!  Selamat Belajar...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgukEmCPAHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uLO3GiXN4qw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgukEmCPAHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uLO3GiXN4qw/s200/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335538582386835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3191478753680831540?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3191478753680831540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3191478753680831540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3191478753680831540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3191478753680831540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/mari-belajar-nermain-gitar.html' title='Mari Belajar Bermain............ Gitar!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sguenuw34nI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ofk4fmg_16w/s72-c/IMG_2467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6412839657325475050</id><published>2009-05-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:21:03.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan-jalan ke Balai Seni Lukis Negara</title><content type='html'>Jumaat minggu lalu, aku rasa macam keboringan yang amat...pagi-pagi aku bangun dan aku tanya diri aku.."apalah benda yang aku nak buat hari 'ni.."  Tiba-tiba semangat free spirit aku ni..dtg dan memberitahu aku..apa kata hari ni ko pergi jalan KL sorang diri..aku pun SMS Jay, mintak izin dan dah dapat green light aku pun chow lah.  Yg bestnya, aku naik bas...dr USJ ke Bas Stand Klang (wujud lagi rupanya tempat tu). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrfSqWu7lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HDm7BYxn_xU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrfSqWu7lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HDm7BYxn_xU/s200/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335322220274052690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama aku tak naik bas mcm tu, selalunya, asal nak berjalan start je enjin kereta.  So rasa mcm keterujaan yang amat bila dapat naik bas..Ya Rabbi..rupa-rupanya naik bas zaman sekarang berbeza dari zaman to nek masa aku kat Uitm Shah Alam..dalam bas penuh dengan Bangla,Indon dan Pakistan je..kalau ada Melayu pun, mungkin budak sekolah atau student college.  Sampai kat Bus Stand Klang, aku jalan kaki sikit ke CM dan naik Teksi dr situ ke Balai Seni Lukis Negara...huhuhhuu akhirnya sampai lah jugak kaki aku ke situ..bertahun2 duduk di KL ni lah 1st time yang pertama kalinya aku sampai ke BSLN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSLN Lengang-selengangnya.  Aku rasa maybe sebab hari tu hari Jumaat, pelawat tak ramai sbb ramai org bekerja.  Sesampai je aku kat tangga, ada seorang perempuan tanya aku "Ya dik, boleh saya tolong."  Syok betul dengar org panggil aku adik..padahal aku rasa aku lebih tua dari dia..aku pun bertanyakan perempuan tu apa pameran yg sedang berlangsung sekarang dan sebagainya.  Ooo..rupa2nya byk pameran yg ada..macam-macam dan tak semestinya pameran lukisan sahaja.Mula-mula aku pergi melawat pameran Our World Your Move, pameran photography gambar-gambar mangsa peperangan dan penganiayaan yang berlaku di seluruh dunia.  Pada setiap gambar, ada ditulis cerita ringkas mengenai gambar terbabit..ada satu tu sgt merengsakan hati dan perasaan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrgIt4w19I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PSU-wwStCF4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrgIt4w19I/AAAAAAAAAPM/PSU-wwStCF4/s200/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323148935026642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita seorang wanita di Ghana atau mana tah..aku pun dah lupa, yg ketika ini tinggal di rumah sakit jiwa, dia selalu menyanyi dan bertepuk tangan..tapi bukan sebab dia gembira.  Pada suatu ketika, rumahnya pernah diceroboh oleh pengganas, pengganas memintanya menyanyi dan bertepuk tangan dan ketika dia menyanyi lakinya disembelih hidup2 dan anaknya yg berusia 12 tahun dirogol sehingga mati!  Manalah tak gila perempuan tu..Ada lagi gambar seorang perempuan yang mendukung anak dgn tangan sebelahnya kudung.  Pada suatu masa dulu, rumahnya dibom pengganas ketika dia menyusukan anaknya...! dan macam-macam cerita sedih lagi yang buatkan aku bersyukur...hidup di malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian aku pergi melawat pameran lain yang bertajuk Separuh Masa...lebih kurang la..aku tak ingatlah..nyanyuk dah aku ni..kat sini aku dengan selambanya mengambil gambar2 lukisan yg dipamerkan sebelum security guard tu tegur aku "Dik, tak bleh ambik gambar kat sini.." aku pun rasa syok sekali lagi sebab dia panggil aku 'adik' huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrgVysWFJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/P-Q74oTVh-8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrgVysWFJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/P-Q74oTVh-8/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323373563417746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Sapa lah nak simpan Arca mcm ni kat rumah..SERAMMM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrhB9kfoQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SqPzhiH66KA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrhB9kfoQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SqPzhiH66KA/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324132397523202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gambar ni bertajuk MENUNGGU SUAMI PULANG...Tingkap tu real punya tau..bukan lukisan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgrh750Gb_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Bh382uT0Njs/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgrh750Gb_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Bh382uT0Njs/s200/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325127821651954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Teringat zaman kecik2 dulu..main tarik upih pinag..sakit tangan oo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrieIfCGcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JGkApURg6hw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrieIfCGcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JGkApURg6hw/s200/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325715875371458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gambar ni bertajuk &lt;strong&gt;HARI JUMAAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian aku pergi ke pameran lukisan batik.  Aku ingatkan lukisan ni berkenaan corak2 batik mcm corak kain batik, kaftan batik dsb tapi aku tersasar..rupa2nya pelukisnya yg berasal dari China tetapi dah berhijrah ke malaysia dari zaman tok kaduk dulu menggunakan teknik seperti membuat batik utk melukis gambar2 yg aku rasakan sgt unik dan bercirikan kemalaysiaan..seperti biasa..aku pun dah lupa nama pelukis tu..tapi ..memang menarik n cantik..lukis gambar lembu guna teknik canting batik..unik apa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aku pergi ke pameran suara palestin..huhuhuhu...ada lukisan dr anak2 palestin dipamirkan di sini bersama lukisan2 lain yg membantah tindakan rejim Zionis dan sekutunya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa kalau korang ada masa..pergilah ke BSLN..dah lah free, tak yah bayar tak ramai org...korang boleh tenung lukisan tu selama mana korang nak selagi tak pening, takde sapa heran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrjSck-VgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sHGhp6Qea_I/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrjSck-VgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sHGhp6Qea_I/s200/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326614622197250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgrjh9g6VtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YVl9ixMvGf8/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sgrjh9g6VtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/YVl9ixMvGf8/s200/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326881161565906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrjxuFaGmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bbH30EJgmZM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrjxuFaGmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bbH30EJgmZM/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335327151897582178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis melawat BSLN aku ke Galeri Petronas, sama jugak free dan satu pengalaman yang menenangkan pikirin..tapi yg syoknya..dri BSLN ke KLCC aku naik cab...uncle cab tu tanya aku..adik sekarang belajar mana...huiyooo dia ingat aku studen lagi..ni yg best nih!  tapi aku tak tipu dia..aku mengaku je..aku dah kerja ada anak dua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSLN and pakcik teksi tu really make my day lah...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6412839657325475050?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6412839657325475050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6412839657325475050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6412839657325475050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6412839657325475050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/jalan-jalan-ke-balai-seni-lukis-negara.html' title='Jalan-jalan ke Balai Seni Lukis Negara'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgrfSqWu7lI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HDm7BYxn_xU/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1472363585746274867</id><published>2009-05-12T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:23:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIKHAIL</title><content type='html'>Minggu ni minggu yg membosankan.  Kerja amatlah tak banyaknya.  Aku asyik melengung ke kiri, melengung ke kanan..sighh...Hari Jumaat lepas, punyalah boring..aku pun merayau ke Balai Seni Lukis Negara and Galeri Petronas.  Oi!  Syoknye..Walaupun aku ni setakat reti lukis orang lidi saja tapi aku rasa aku pandailah juga menghargai lukisan dan hasil seni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada tangkap gambar2 yang dipamerkan di Balai Seni Lukis Negara sebelum security guard cakap "adik! tak boleh ambik gambar ye..".  Naib baik dia panggil aku adik..so takdelah nak marah..heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti aku akan loadkan gambar2 tuh..insya allah minggu nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, merayau2 di KINOKUNIYA..tempat tu memanglah best utk org yang ada byk masa mcm aku nih..akhirnya..aku pun belilah buku MIKHAIL karya Abg Pek..hajat hati konon-konon nak ambik yg free siap autograp dr dia...tp..takde masa nak pergi rumahnya, lebih2 lagi dia sekeluarga pun asyik sibuk...kak amy pun kata, dia n anaknya si abg Udin pun sibuk...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgkVlVw8CFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hmXtHN7DAWA/s1600-h/mikhail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgkVlVw8CFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hmXtHN7DAWA/s200/mikhail.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334818964838811730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takpe lah..yg penting buku ni dah menyelamatkan aku dr keboringan tahap melampau..kat opis ni.  Kalau kat rumah boleh juga lah aku practise menjahanamkan kan lagu Aku Lebih Tahu,Pudar serta Love Story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesapa yg rasa boring amat mcm aku..atau pun just nak refreshkan otak..pergilah beli buku2 Ramlee Awang Murshid...tapi dlm byk2 buku tu &lt;strong&gt;Satu Janji&lt;/strong&gt; tetap my favourite....heheheh (Abg Pek..saya promote ni..jgn lupa belanja nasik ayam kat kajang tuh....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-1472363585746274867?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1472363585746274867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1472363585746274867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1472363585746274867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1472363585746274867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/mikhail.html' title='MIKHAIL'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SgkVlVw8CFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hmXtHN7DAWA/s72-c/mikhail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2323273312203537425</id><published>2009-05-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:00:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time..when I was thin...</title><content type='html'>Huhuhu..balik kuantan, sempatlah jugak korek gambar2 lama nih, zaman2 kat SMTA..Ya Allah Ya Karim..seronoknyer lah hidup masa tuh...maaflah, gambar2 ni kualitinya tak berapa bagus...scanner takde so aku snap jer balik..tatapilah..waajah2 aku yg pernah kurus suatu masa dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8K7oEjmoI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnaAJ7uClNE/s1600-h/IMG_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8K7oEjmoI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnaAJ7uClNE/s200/IMG_2449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331992503315044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni gambar masa form 5 Gamma, cikgu kelas..Pn Norhaimi (rasa2nya).  Kelas aku ni dari pintu ke langsir ke notice board kat belakang..semuanya kuninggg....Pn Norhaimi pun selalu pakai baju kurung kuning.....aku duduk kat depan sebab aku jadi AJK BM, Monawati tu Bendahari..kutip duit je kerjanya...Lin Chin Hwa..amoi tinggi lampai duduk sebelah Pn Norhaimi tu dah jadi mendiang dah pun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8L5CYXRlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Umd28BvR3Yk/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8L5CYXRlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Umd28BvR3Yk/s200/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993558349465170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MHPeUzEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wk1dLLIu0uQ/s1600-h/IMG_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MHPeUzEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wk1dLLIu0uQ/s200/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331993802382298178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni gambar Kadet Laut..pergh!..Zaman2 tu sapa masuk Kadet Laut cam bagus jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MqdRfYKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/babVFVoSUeE/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MqdRfYKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/babVFVoSUeE/s200/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994407381983394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MiKa6KuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F9FKJQgWEQc/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8MiKa6KuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F9FKJQgWEQc/s200/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994264882260706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...gambar aku dengan Kamariah Ramli..kamilah 'jejaka" paling hensem kat girl school tu dok berlakon cerita sumpah semerah padi...satu lagi tu gambar aku ngan Yong menari lagu Frankie..o...frankie..do you remember me..frankie...zaman2 form 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8NdlVWZEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yDvpu1HKK3w/s1600-h/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8NdlVWZEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yDvpu1HKK3w/s200/IMG_2459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995285718983746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8NQZ6psKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5SNS9XohsoE/s1600-h/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8NQZ6psKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5SNS9XohsoE/s200/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995059315912866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni gambar masa form 3...sakan!! manalah perginya Along dan Jue, lost kontek dah...Azuraini tu ada jugak jumpa dia kat Kuantan Parade few years back, Nani Ahmad tu ada kat FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8OArxcpyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ozvlnP0Ua-4/s1600-h/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8OArxcpyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ozvlnP0Ua-4/s200/IMG_2445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995888742868770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak hengat pun yg aku pernah menang main hoki...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Od4VGhcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ghI0IfWrW_8/s1600-h/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Od4VGhcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ghI0IfWrW_8/s200/IMG_2448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996390329845186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar masa form 2 Dahlia kat SMTA, nama cikgu tu..ermmm Haslina, Roslina,.tah hapa tah..garang yang amat.  Ajar Math pulak tuh..takut betul kat dia..pernah satu hari disebabkan terlalu takut nak jumpa dia, kami pergi mandi hujan lepas tu basah2 kuyup duduk bawah kipas..konon2 supaya demam, so tak yag pergi sekolah...tapinya Harammmm!..tak demam pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Qj5ni5gI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OPWdNOooOJU/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Qj5ni5gI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OPWdNOooOJU/s200/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331998692778108418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahli bilik Alpha 1988..Paling aku ingat Kak Long and Kak Aziah dr Kg GUNUNG SENYUM..katil tepi surau, bila kami dok melepak sama2..mesti orang kat surau ketuk dinding kami..sbb kami bising sgt...masa aku form 2, kak aziah n kak long tu dah form 5, kak aziah tu mata kecik je..rockers gila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2323273312203537425?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2323273312203537425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2323273312203537425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2323273312203537425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2323273312203537425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-upon-timewhen-i-was-thin.html' title='Once upon a time..when I was thin...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8K7oEjmoI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnaAJ7uClNE/s72-c/IMG_2449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1038446248662535622</id><published>2009-05-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:29:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayah  Dan Ibu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8G69xzalI/AAAAAAAAANE/dpXVSLbPTxg/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8G69xzalI/AAAAAAAAANE/dpXVSLbPTxg/s200/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331988093915589202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi Jumaat 1st May, kami berangkat ke kuantan.  Mcm biasa Jay akan cakap.."Sesudah subuh kita akan jalan.." tapi hmmm..dekat2 pukul 8 jugak kami bertolak.  Mula-mula aku pikir mcm tak nak balik kuantan, hajat hati nak juga ziarah mak2 sedara Jay yg ramai di KL ni, tapi sbb adik aku cakap abah kena kencing manis, kami pun decided nak balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8GvbfjtpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LLy0xNtwaXo/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8GvbfjtpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LLy0xNtwaXo/s200/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331987895733696146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, perjalanan lancar..taklak seteruk balik raya aidilfitri atau Chinese New Year.  Sampai2 kat Permatang Badak tu, tgk abah aku kurus sikit dari selalu...muka pun moyok je...mak aku pun apa lagi, bercerita..."manalah abah tu tak dapat kencing manis, lepas subuh kat surau minum kopi, pukul 10 kang lepak kat kedai pakcik saharani lagi, lepas tu beli Cola Radix lah..itulah inilah, kalau boring2 lepas Isyak dia pergi makan kat kedai Man.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8HvwsrXAI/AAAAAAAAANM/YWa_xcLBA14/s1600-h/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8HvwsrXAI/AAAAAAAAANM/YWa_xcLBA14/s200/IMG_2409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989000937495554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...abah..abah...tak bleh lah mcm tu oi...kalau rajin bersenam takpe lah jugak.,ni asyik dok menghadap game Pokemon tu..nasib baik internet dah takdak..kalau tak...dok menghadap segala online newspaper pulak...Mak tu, walaupun dia selalu sakit2 sendi, lututlah, bahu lah tapi dia byk buat kerja, angkat pasu yg ini, letak kat sana, angkat pasu sana letak kat sini..dia memang tak boleh duduk diam..kalau diam2 sama ada dia akan tido, mengaji atau tengah jahit baju kurung kedah dia...Lagipoun mak rajin puasa...makan pun roti ajer..abah!! hmm..udang lah,sotong lah, ikan tenggiri lah kari, masak lemak kuah banjir. Tu semua makanan ruji dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8IGNiXFkI/AAAAAAAAANU/8dSq2ELmbBY/s1600-h/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8IGNiXFkI/AAAAAAAAANU/8dSq2ELmbBY/s200/IMG_2412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989386635974210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak ckp, abah sakit seminggu menegluhnya mcm org sakit bertahun...itu tak betul, ini tak kena macam2.  Mak cakap tak tahulah kalau kena sakit teruk sampai masuk spital..macam manalah agaknya?  Hari Sabtu, Jay bawak abah n mak pergi cek darah lagi kat Klinik Sakinah Sungai Isap, kencing manis abah dah turun dah..mungkin agaknya dgn izin allah sebab minum air misai kucing yg mak rebus.  Yg bagus tu, lepas kencing manis dah turun..mulalah dia dok imagine nak makan mcm2.  Petang tu pulak pekan sari gilang gemilang kat Sg Isap...hmm..mulalah tak hengat.  Aku beli Sata kecik mentot RM2 - 3 bijik, aku cakap kat abah makan 1 je..dia tibai 3 agaknya, sama jugak dgn mi kasar goreng, orang cakap jamah je..dia tibai sebungkus..dah tu macam mana?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Ibny7OoI/AAAAAAAAANc/dHPo-xzZJH8/s1600-h/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8Ibny7OoI/AAAAAAAAANc/dHPo-xzZJH8/s200/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989754462026370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Ahad kami balik KL, emak siap bekalkan kami ikan patin masak tempoyak, ikan patin masak lemak n ikan patin goreng..aku beli kat Pekan Sari Sg Isap..3 ekor RM19..ok aper?  Dah lah ikan patin ternak kat Sg Pahang, jauh berbeza kesedapannya dengan ikan patin kat GIANT..huhuuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8It1s3s8I/AAAAAAAAANk/Y8DO_XBb1OU/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8It1s3s8I/AAAAAAAAANk/Y8DO_XBb1OU/s200/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331990067432371138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima Ksihlah kat mak n abah...bak kata kak sakinah kassim kat FB, makanlah apa yg mak masak tu, sementara dia larat nak masak,.huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:  Gambar2 adalah real, kepunyaan mak..yg dijaga bagai nak rak..dapat kat aku, sepokok pandan pun boleh mampus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-1038446248662535622?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1038446248662535622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1038446248662535622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1038446248662535622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1038446248662535622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/05/ayah-dan-ibu.html' title='Ayah  Dan Ibu...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Sf8G69xzalI/AAAAAAAAANE/dpXVSLbPTxg/s72-c/IMG_2410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6381849716507647039</id><published>2009-04-30T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:01:47.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Juanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SflFEXXVdrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nk4CiySP7ms/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SflFEXXVdrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nk4CiySP7ms/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330367575263377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SflB3PRIJQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AnoWAtKtqLQ/s1600-h/keknana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SflB3PRIJQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AnoWAtKtqLQ/s320/keknana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330364051216672002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE MOIST CAKE..SEDAP YG AMAT! SAPA NAK ORDER CALL ROZIAH 0136935270&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari 'ni birthday Nana yang ke-9.  Sekejap je rasanya, dah besar panjang dah anak sulung aku.  Teringat 9 tahun dulu hari aku nak terberanak kat dia.  Hari tu jugaklah si Maroha kahwin, kawan2 tgh sakan kenduri rumah roha kat bagan datok, aku tgh meneran kat hospital besar kuantan.  Ingat lagi, pagi2 subuh tu tengah tidur tiba2 aku rasa kain aku basah, aku kejut Jay, aku kata kat dia "Bang.bang..saya terkencing!"  Jay meraba-raba dalam kesamaran lampu tidur.  "Ini bukan air kencing 'ni yang, water bag pecah ni!"  Dia lagi arif dari aku!  Mulalah aku start contraction. Sakit Wooo..!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari sebelum sakit, kami balik kuantan.  Masa tu kami takde keter lagi, kami sewa bilik je kat damansara, Jay pergi opis jalan kaki, sbb dekat, aku naik cab atau bas..sbb opis kat TTDI.  Kami balik ke kuantan untuk bersalin pun atas bantuan Office mate Jay (sapa nama mamat tu bang...).  Sepanjang balik ke kuantan (masa tu ikut jalan lama, LPT tak wujud lagi)  aku berdoa supaya jgn terberanak dlm keter kancil biru tu.  Ya lah karak higway tu byk lobang-lobang dan bengkang bengkuk...baik je aku sampai petang tu, pagi esoknya waterbag aku pecah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku pun takde keter, ada motor je..jadi bila aku dah sakit bapak aku n Jay pun pergilah ke Klinik Desa Permatang Badak untuk memanggil bidan..yang peliknya..sekejap lepas tu abah aku balik, abah aku panggil mak aku "Zah!.Zah!  klinik dah roboh!..heheheh abah aku dah panik.  Klinik Desa tu bukannya roboh tp dia org tgh renovate besar-besaran.  Akibatnya bapak aku pun call ambulance, ambulance tu pulak datang siap dengan sirennye ...macam nak selamatkan org sakit jantung je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 9 pagi aku masuk wad.  Suami aku menemani aku sampailah waktu aku beranak.  Syabas lah kat Jay yg berani masuk teman aku beranak.  Masa tu sakit memang nak gila,  mulut aku ni byk kali minta ampun dan maaf kat Allah swt...dan berdoa supaya dipermudahkan.  Akhirnya lepas 3 kali teran alhamdulillah lahirlah Juanna Nafeesa Jumaien seberat 2.95kg..kecikkk jer masa tu (Sekarang..35kg!).  Yang paling aku ingat..dalam sedar tak sedar lepas beranak tu, ada seorang nurse kejutkan aku dari tidur/mamai katanya "Dik, nak minum? nak minum Milo ke Horlicks".  Aku pilih Milo dan itulah Milo yang paling sedap aku minum dalam hayat aku ni..maklumlah..dah penat2 meneran dalam bilik bersalin yang sejuk tu, tiba-tiba ada org offer Milo panas..uh lalala..Aku sempat ucap terima kasih tapi mata aku dah tak boleh bukak nak tgok siapakah manusia berhati mulia tuh..Semoga Allah swt membalas jasanya, dan murahkanlah rezekinya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas 2 hari aku dah boleh balik ke rumah, tapi kemudian Makcik Hawa bidan Klinik Desa (Maknya si ROhaizat budak SMART! yang sekarang ni pun kerja kat Spital Kuantan) nasihatkan kami supaya bawa baby ke hospital, kerana Juanna menghidap Jaundice.  Kami di sana beberapa malam jugaklah, kesian kat Jay yang terpaksa tidur kat surau dengan nyamuk dan sejuknya.  Yang Uniknya, Mak Cik Hawa ni dulu, ketika mak aku bersalinkan aku, dia juga yang membantunya, dan sekrang dia jugak lah yang menguruskan aku dan anak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, aku habiskan masa berpantang kat rumah mak abah aku di Permatang Badak.  Kesian kat Mak, pagi-pagi dia akan bangun dan nyalakan salai dan panaskan tungku.  Tapi, masa tu aku rasa mak macam nak menyiksa aku.  Aku tak boleh makan macam-macam. Semua tak boleh, tapi abah tu curi-curi juga bagi aku makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah ceritanya.  Kepada Juanna, Selamat Hari Lahir...ibu doakan Juanna cemerlang di dunia dan di akhirat.  Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6381849716507647039?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6381849716507647039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6381849716507647039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6381849716507647039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6381849716507647039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-juanna.html' title='Happy Birthday Juanna'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SflFEXXVdrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nk4CiySP7ms/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1907842057126463861</id><published>2009-04-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:11:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1228566511579373791</id><published>2009-04-22T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:40:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my new hobbies..</title><content type='html'>At 35, when you have new hobbies..hmm..macam pelik lah pulak.  But that's the fact.  I am learning how to swim skrang ni..dah boleh buat breaststroke n free style, and the best part,  tengah belajar main gitar dengan husband aku.  And dia siap perli laku..konon2 aku nak jadi Yuna..oi..please lah..I just nak belajar.  After few weeks, ok lah boleh lah main lagu Zombi and Viva Forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tgh tulis novel jugak..DIARI SEORANG AMEENA ZAHARA..(amboi, banyak nye benda nak buat!).  Ala-ala Bridget Jone's Diary..tapi... I've submitted sinopsis and 1st few chapters kat satu publisher ni, and they said they can't publish it since my novel "menggunakan kata nama pertama". Anda perlu merombak kesemuanya jika mahu kami pertimbangkan...Kat oversea boleh la..but not here..ADOIII!!! Try lah dulu..mana tau BOOM..meletup kat sini..takpe..takpe..aku nak buat juga, nak siapkan jugak.  kalau takdak sapa nak publish aku buat e-book aatu aku print jer guna A4...ahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this September, I will climb gunung kinabalu with my husband Jay  sempena meraikan 10th years wedding anniversary..melampau tak?  So, skrg ni tengah train, naik tangga apartment 4 tingkat 'ni and jogging. Hopefully, larat lah sampai ke puncak n turun balik ke tanah  rata ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point..bila kita ada cita-cita nak buat benda2 macam ni, swimming ke, main gitar ke apa ke..kita rasa my life re-energize.  Bangun pagi..kita ada benda baru untuk dilakukan, tak lah buat benda yg sama jer berpuluh2 tahun.  Lagipun zaman skrg di Googles era ni..kita perempuan have to be extra knowledgable..kalau tak, sampai bila-bila lah org ingat perempuan tempatnya di dapur only...Betul tak?  SO..saya menyeru kpd rakan-rakan yang ada cita-cita dan impian (Ceh! macam fadhilah kamsah pulak)  FOkus kepada cita-cita anda, dan ambillah langkah satu persatu, untuk mencapai impian anda...ingatlah lagu Ayu..Cita-citaku..Di Mercuuuuuuu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-1228566511579373791?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1228566511579373791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1228566511579373791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1228566511579373791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1228566511579373791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-my-new-hobbies.html' title='Me and my new hobbies..'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2625510085503029680</id><published>2009-04-16T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:29:07.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here they are..the original collections of Muslimah Chantik, own designed own tailored.  1 of it's kind.  After been waiting for few months, finally it is here. Thank u Roziah,  in between baking cakes n sewing my collection she made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy shopping!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2625510085503029680?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2625510085503029680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2625510085503029680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2625510085503029680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2625510085503029680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_4450.html' title='New Original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4583691112513638995</id><published>2009-04-16T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:26:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrjNpYvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uw0yKsofU2k/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrjNpYvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uw0yKsofU2k/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202599603387426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft Satin Shirt - Brown.  Suitable as office wear - XL/Size 16 Only.  RM55 inclusive post.  SMS 0122171431 for details.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4583691112513638995?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4583691112513638995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4583691112513638995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4583691112513638995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4583691112513638995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_8172.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrjNpYvCI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uw0yKsofU2k/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4720636051752280323</id><published>2009-04-16T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:24:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrGCDUuAI/AAAAAAAAALk/_OvEJdKlVTI/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrGCDUuAI/AAAAAAAAALk/_OvEJdKlVTI/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202098274744322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft Satin Shirt - Maroon.  Suitable as office wear.  XL/ Size 16 Only.  SMS 0122171431 for details.  RM55 inclusive delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4720636051752280323?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4720636051752280323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4720636051752280323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4720636051752280323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4720636051752280323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_7877.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebrGCDUuAI/AAAAAAAAALk/_OvEJdKlVTI/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3506833637668500753</id><published>2009-04-16T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:22:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebqGlFQ8KI/AAAAAAAAALc/wI0bFpsK2Oo/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebqGlFQ8KI/AAAAAAAAALc/wI0bFpsK2Oo/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325201008166498466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft Satin Shirt - Blue.  Suitable for office wear.  XL or size 16 Only.  RM55 inclusive Postal charges (POSLAJU)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3506833637668500753?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3506833637668500753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3506833637668500753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3506833637668500753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3506833637668500753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_7429.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebqGlFQ8KI/AAAAAAAAALc/wI0bFpsK2Oo/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7681105124679220729</id><published>2009-04-16T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:18:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebppMF0NPI/AAAAAAAAALU/6t3fHgKIpJ4/s1600-h/nky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebppMF0NPI/AAAAAAAAALU/6t3fHgKIpJ4/s320/nky1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325200503241716978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacquard long blouse, black n white, with tie back - L Size only.  RM 45 inclusive postal charges (POSLAJU).  Not inclusive long t-shirt inside.  SMS 012-2171431 for details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7681105124679220729?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7681105124679220729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7681105124679220729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7681105124679220729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7681105124679220729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_3342.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebppMF0NPI/AAAAAAAAALU/6t3fHgKIpJ4/s72-c/nky1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7777169273138520038</id><published>2009-04-16T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:02:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Seblx7OIKII/AAAAAAAAALM/zBCruXWWeyc/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Seblx7OIKII/AAAAAAAAALM/zBCruXWWeyc/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325196255285487746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacquard long blouse - polka dot.  RM 45 inclusive post (POS LAJU).  L Size only.  With tie back.  Not inclusive long-t-shirt inside. SMS 0122171431 for details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7777169273138520038?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7777169273138520038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7777169273138520038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7777169273138520038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7777169273138520038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_4793.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Seblx7OIKII/AAAAAAAAALM/zBCruXWWeyc/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2487846978675784077</id><published>2009-04-16T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:00:31.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SeblJQmSQnI/AAAAAAAAALE/Exs-2Ds9uWU/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SeblJQmSQnI/AAAAAAAAALE/Exs-2Ds9uWU/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325195556649321074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacquard long blouse- green, RM45 inclusive post (POSLAJU).  L Size Only.  SMS 012-2171431 for details.  Not inclusive long t-shirt inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2487846978675784077?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2487846978675784077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2487846978675784077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2487846978675784077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2487846978675784077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik_6959.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SeblJQmSQnI/AAAAAAAAALE/Exs-2Ds9uWU/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8346989500130874462</id><published>2009-04-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:57:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New original Muslimah Chantik Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebkslMBekI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Br2TojbE7mY/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebkslMBekI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Br2TojbE7mY/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325195063960107586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COtton Blouse, Flowery.  L Size Only.  RM40 inclusive post.  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L Size Only RM 40 inclusive post (POSLAJU) . 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For details please SMS 0122171431&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6931274580798892749?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6931274580798892749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6931274580798892749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6931274580798892749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6931274580798892749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-original-muslimah-chantik.html' title='New original Muslimah Chantik Collections'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SebjVJztxYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oEgEdT44Z7E/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8477294665034050541</id><published>2008-12-16T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:10:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know how...</title><content type='html'>Sigh...I feel so down today.  How people can claimed they are so sincere, so not judgemental but yet that what they're doing?  And I don't know how to stand for it..I just nodded and keep people doing the same thing to me over and over...(I bukan apa nani, I ingat you mcm adik I sbb tu I tegur, kalau I tak tegur tu maknanya you is nobody to me..) but it is not tegur it is accusing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look for the best part or the positive side but I can't because I knew I am not wrong.  The toughest part, I cannot or unable to fight or to speak up because People will say I try to justify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is test...Allah just want me to keep low, keep my big mouth shut up..I'll try my best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-8477294665034050541?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8477294665034050541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8477294665034050541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8477294665034050541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8477294665034050541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-dont-know-how.html' title='I just don&apos;t know how...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6079370735649443455</id><published>2008-10-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:27:16.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we thought we have the worst....</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started doing HR Consultant job at one of my client's office.  Dah lama tak workg 9-5, so a bit panas punggung jugak at first.  Luckily, it's only 3 days per week and Kak Zakiah and I selalunya won't come sharp 9am in the morning...This time much easier, I don't have to take LRT like last time, I just need to drive to Salak South through KESAS then park dekat rumah Kak Zakiah and from there naik Neo Orange kak Zakiah to Jalan Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAst Saturday, We all dok menghabiskan saki baki raya by pergi open house, first rumah auntie kat Kajang, then rumah Norbaya (class mate masa form 4 and form 5) kat TTDI Jaya, then from Baya's house, we all pergi rumah Azrina kay Kuang,  Baya, since dah tak jumpoa dia for almost 2 decades banyak benda we have to catch...she hasn't change, she is lecturer kat Poli Shah Alam, since ramai orang so tak dapat cakap banyak..but dia sempat bagitahu she got 4 kids but only 3 yg hidup.  The eldest, past way after just few days she came back to works.  The baby passed away coz chocking milk kat child care.  She told me and Jay how hard both of them suami isteri nak go through those moments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came across Kamariah Ramli punya blog, she also my old fren, masa kat SMTA.  I always remember her, so I try to search her name kat Google and jumpa her email addess kat Unitar.  I read her blog, then I got to know that she has 1 son, authisme. And she told how her life and the challenges both of them suami isteri to face unyuk membesarkan anak.  Then I realised, I thought all this kind of things won't happen to me, or to my frens because when we we're young, we're so happy, healthy, no worries..we just laugh..laugh..laugh..buli cikgu..few worries lah bila nak delat exam..but we survived all that..then, Allah berikan ujian yg macam tu.  I realised, Allah nak uji umatnya tak kira who they are..."kun Fa Ya Kun..." then it's happen.  The al-mighty allah has His own ways to test us..and we have to be ready and to accept it if we are good muslim.  We shouldn't be doubtful, we shouldn't questioned His action and decision.  The test maybe to increase the level of our iman or because of our old sins or because Allah wants us to realise something..or anything only Allah knows, but it is not our job to question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we on top, don't compared ourselves with someone higher than us, there are many more unlucky than us...Dulu, when bad things strike..I am lost, I blame everybody, blame my husband especially.  But, takde gunanya...then I realise maybe because of my sins, then I start bertaubat, doa, zikir..and everything till one day Allah swt gave us something un imaginable.  But I realise, the gift also might be some kind of test from Allah, we can't be takbur and riak, and boros, and bakhil etc, because Allah can take it back in split second.  He wants us to syukur..syukur with what we have....because all these are from Allah..it is not our right to question it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Baya and Kamariah...may you all strong and may Allah gives all the best dunia akhirat to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6079370735649443455?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6079370735649443455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6079370735649443455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6079370735649443455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6079370735649443455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-we-thought-we-have-worst.html' title='When we thought we have the worst....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3541180238302701823</id><published>2008-10-19T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:39:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When severe heartburn strike....erkkkkkk.....</title><content type='html'>Since pregnantkan Naqeesya, I always kena heartburn.  Tp as long as I can remember when I was in my 20s, there was one period of time when I was attacked by stomach ulser (yes..sampai few years tak minum gassy drink..telan soya bean jer..) doctor tu dah warning,. that's going to be the "1st chapter" of may GERD syptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..to spice it up..the current medication for "the current one" that I have adding up to GERD Symptoms..dah lah  additional medication tu is steroid base...hhuhuhuhuhuhhuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite I can't sleep.  Rasa macam banyak asid kat perut..causing my esophagus to taste masam-masam...eiweeii!! so I log in, and search more info..I guess now is the time for me to take serious action..ngeh..ngeh..ngeh..for those who wants to know more about heartburn, can visit this site.http://heartburn.about.com/cs/notdiagnosedyet/a/050503.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there are certain things I can eat moderately and food I have to avoid...ANDDD.....I need to lose weight (Huaaa.....!!!!).  Put on weight is one of the reason people can get heartburn...ok..ok..breath in..breath out...breath in..in..in..iNNNNN...out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take it seriously..so since next week dah start balik turun naik LRT pergi KL, I guess that is going to be good exercise for me, puasa maybe every odd date (Calender hijrah la..).  And try to use Blood Type Diet..huhuhu...I am B+ so I will try Blood B Type Diet..(which means no chicken...!).  I will try my best..nanti I will update here my progress... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Allah tu nak suruh I sedar..dah..dah la..enjoy food..ni bukan dah tahap makan utk hidup, but hidup utk makan..kalau dah sampai Black Canyon Coffee punya staff kat Summit USJ tu dah boleh ingat last menu kitorang..hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who interested to try, Blood Type Diet..just click this link..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thewolfeclinic.com/bloodType/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3541180238302701823?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3541180238302701823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3541180238302701823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3541180238302701823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3541180238302701823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-severe-heartburn-strikeerkkkkkk.html' title='When severe heartburn strike....erkkkkkk.....'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7974852476305945975</id><published>2008-10-18T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:57:37.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wealth..</title><content type='html'>Ada org cakap health is wealth..&lt;br /&gt;ada org cakap wealth is when you can do what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;ada org cakap wealth is being super rich&lt;br /&gt;ada org cakap wealth is equally sucessful between dunia and akhirat..&lt;br /&gt;ada org cakap wealth is when you can sent you kids to what ever scholl they want, and go holidays without packing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me..wealth is being able to not to think about it..able to stay at home and watch how fast my kids grew up, able to count my husband's white hair or able to check how bold he is day by day, able to talk on the phone or YM my frenz as long as we can stand, able to say no to my fussy client, able to put my family on the first place before anything else, able to enjoy watching tv in my living room until late nite without thinking about how tomorrow gonna looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually, that is major reason why I quite my job.  Ada kawan2 yg tanya, mcm mana aku make decision to quite..entah..aku pun tak ingat..but I guess because the 'tak tahannes" feelings bekerja dgn org tu dah too strong till it really push me to make final decision.  How I survived after berhenti kerja?  Memang susah lepas tu..ada pulak incident2 yg tak disangka2...tp actually think back about that..itu kerja tuhan and actually itu adalah new gate to what ever I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I am happy...happy to do what ever I want to do and happy to do..if you've been working years and hari-hari you feel like macam nak hempuk somebody's head je...think back...are you happy with what you're doing right now and can you get it going till next week, next month, next year, next decade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, when you fell happy, hidup tak de nak sumpah seranah boss, office mate, client, org yg hon keter kita on the way to kerja , etc.....will be more blessed and things will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7974852476305945975?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4647444012174378683</id><published>2008-10-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:40:45.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's veil...Hijab Sang Pencinta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdR2Yw-O8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IIA_N8MBw_s/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdR2Yw-O8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IIA_N8MBw_s/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257761084780985282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done again to Ramli Awang Murshid..this time..I bought this book..selalunhya aku dapat free...saje2 nak fired up myself..yg tak bestnya..I already knew the ending before I read it..dah dia asyik citer jer jalan citer kat aku...sebelum buku tu publish lagi..ngeh..ngeh..ngeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers don't know how dia dapatkan ending to..aku jer yg tau..kekekkekek .  he said..after discuss with the publisher and the team, abg pek told me he solat hajat..to cari idea. nak spice up kan laksamana sunan punya ending.see...manalah tak murah rezeki..siap solat hajat lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday nite last week, pergi beraya rumah dia...cam biasa abg pek dok citer yg how bless he was with the increasing number of sales, sambil selit2kan perli dia kat aku lah..suruh aku write a novel as well...hem..tulis list barang nak shopping aku terrorlah....takpe2...ni tgh buat lah ni..masuk chapter 4 dah..ok apa? dari tak start langsung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sapa2 yg tak baca lagi..jangan malu2..pergilah beli..and sapa2 yg tak tahu..this is trilogy novel..so better baca ikut kronology 1) Bagaikan Puteri, 2) Cinta Sang Ratu 3) Hijab Sang Pencinta.. kalau tak dapat beli..kontek me..i'll try to get it but with extra charge lah..tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4647444012174378683?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4647444012174378683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4647444012174378683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4647444012174378683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4647444012174378683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovers-veilhijab-sang-pencinta.html' title='Lover&apos;s veil...Hijab Sang Pencinta..'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdR2Yw-O8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/IIA_N8MBw_s/s72-c/IMG_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6778100797201497523</id><published>2008-10-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:24:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when facebook make my world bordeless....</title><content type='html'>how do you fell when you wake up one morning and..tu dia..your inbox filled with hai n hello messages from old friends....ex-musuh ketat, ex-kakak angkat, ex-classmate, ex-schoolmate, ex-doommate, ni semua facebook nyer pasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt syukor..at least bolehlah mintak maaf dgn kawan2 lama nih..mana lah tau zaman2 dolu tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slowly, I rememberd all the cerita sedih n cerita happy masa zaman sekolah dulu..cerita kak mimi n aku n geng2 main hoki tahun 1990..panjat pagar hostel nak tengok konsert ekamatra punya pasal..balik2 kena tangkap dgn cikgu siti..akibatnya sebulan lebih tak bleh tgk tv..during that time hp, internet, sms, astro, tv9, tv7, tv 8 not yet exist...jadik bayangkanlah...terseksanya jiwa raga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jumpa pulak kawan2 masa form 6..macam2 citer..but nice to see you all...ada yg kecik ada yg besar..ada yg macam tu je dr dulu..ada yg dah beza dr dulu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6778100797201497523?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3644393192836179092</id><published>2008-10-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:03:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aidilfitri..the ambush!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdI2skrn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NHr0V7FlB8Y/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdI2skrn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NHr0V7FlB8Y/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257751194493493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdIfmUFkWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V7pIfkURtNw/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdIfmUFkWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/V7pIfkURtNw/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257750797676286306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday..My family n I've been invited to attend intan's open house.  Don't know lah..why intan buat open house on Friday evening..it ends up we all dok melepak until 1am..the best part, the kids langsung tak mengantuk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, we wnt to selayang to visit my hubby's auntie..teruknya jam..it takes 2 hours from usj to selayang..mcm nak pergi melaka lah pulak..we drop by at mdors punya kedai cermin mata kat bandar selayang..bila sampai je..I can see that she has something in her mind...and right before I balik she said..esok jom pergi rumah nori..and we all pun plan lah..not to inform nori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose to jumpa maroha since she just came back from melbourne..lama tak jumpa dia..,but she has stuck in Shah Alam and I have to stop by at another friend's house at Taman Dagang..itu pun take 2 hours from selayang to taman dagang,,,gile..ngeh..ngeh..ngeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I informed maroha, that mdor n I plan to ambush nori's house, roha pulak cakap ajaklah dee sekali..we all pun ajak lah dee.it's hujan lebat..but ambush tetap ambush..after pusing2 cari jalan suakasih 3 bandar tun hussein onn..jumpalah, very nice house...baik jer..sampai kat pagar rumah nori I called her.."nori ko ada kat rumah ke, buat apa tu..bukak pintu jap..aku ada kat luar pagar rumah ko ni.." kekekekek Berjaya!!!..missi nak ambush nori..tu pun dia tak tau lagi roha pun ada n dee on the way to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat rumah nori..udang n rendang mak dia dah sedia dah..macam tau2 jer..tu yg best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik dr rumah nori, roha n i went to rumah mak datin dina kat semenyih selepas sesat-sesat...heh...nasib baik sampai..dina yg sarat nak beranak tu masih sempat melayan kitorang ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seronoknya raya tahun ni...alhamdullillah..hopefully still got chances till raya next year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3644393192836179092?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3644393192836179092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3644393192836179092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3644393192836179092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3644393192836179092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/10/aidilfitrithe-ambush.html' title='aidilfitri..the ambush!!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdI2skrn0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NHr0V7FlB8Y/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-5329552564127753338</id><published>2008-10-16T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:45:14.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidilfitri this year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdFVW01GOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gz0egxNxiZA/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdFVW01GOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gz0egxNxiZA/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257747323185076450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdFIXWQ4HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eOOo1hClyro/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdFIXWQ4HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eOOo1hClyro/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257747099987009650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...syukur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidilfitri, recently bring true  and new meaning of celebration to me, I mean in my 30s..normally aidilfitri just like normal family occassions... all this while I celebrate aidilfitri but this year it is much different.  This year I went back to Kuantan, last year I celebrate in KK.  My sister in law in KK said, their aidilfitri this year quite slow since they moved to new housing area and nobody came to raya like when they were in Kg Masjid, Telipok KK.  But still..they were happy since celebrating it in new house, double story..congratulation to Ida, Fey and Ley (my sisters in law)..willing to share to buy this house since their house in kg Masjid telipok has been demolished due to government land issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday before aidilfitri, I cooked rendang daging and kuah kacang and my sister, amy cooked rendang ayam.  This year, we cooked ourselves in the front yard of my parent's house..my mom's just gave instruction to us..quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st raya after zohor we went back to Kg Ganchong, Pekan and 2nd raya going back to Kota Gelangi Jerantut.  On 2nd raya, my aunti cu Asiah who came back from Saudi Arabia (She worked as nurse for +-1 year) brought back daging unta n my makcik robiah cooked masak lemak daging unta for us...quite special hahahah..then we've been served with rendang daging pelanduk campour daging kerbau...ahahahahhah...so on that day I have all kinds of meat in my stomach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we came back to KL on saturday. no traffic jam as usual..and my brothers n sister who lived in Penang (3 of them) spent one nite before continue their journey to penang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, I went for solat aidilfitri and pray right beside my mother, for the 1st time,  and the khutbah given by my primary school classmate ustaz ridzuan bin mohd yussof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syukur I've been given chances to enjoy all these..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-5329552564127753338?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/5329552564127753338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=5329552564127753338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5329552564127753338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/5329552564127753338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/10/aidilfitri-this-year.html' title='Aidilfitri this year..'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SPdFVW01GOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gz0egxNxiZA/s72-c/IMG_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6486919789950858991</id><published>2008-08-18T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:35:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When perfect disaster strike!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having own business is not easy.  Trying too hard to satisfy client infinity needs doesn't mean they really happy.  Maybe they will for split seconds, but then..it still depend in our capability to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, it involves many.  You suppliers, assistant, and as freelancer your helpers come all over the world...though communication is not a boundary but still..we have different timing, diferent sunrise and sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when perfect disaster strike...what can you do?  You can't blame others, you can't blame different sunrise n sunset, you can't blame your server provider...it's you to blame.  Sorry En. Jeff...the launch of masum.com.my is disaster....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6486919789950858991?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6486919789950858991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6486919789950858991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6486919789950858991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6486919789950858991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-perfect-disaster-strike.html' title='When perfect disaster strike!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-6795696636792755780</id><published>2008-08-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:28:27.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to all muslimah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQKKoGhXSnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQKKoGhXSnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-6795696636792755780?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/6795696636792755780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=6795696636792755780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6795696636792755780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/6795696636792755780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/08/tribute-to-all-muslimah.html' title='Tribute to all muslimah.'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-2812538533211166825</id><published>2008-06-23T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:46:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to SRI SERUMPUN SPA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Kak Niza..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9TdnOuyZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/y9rzTt7WtH8/s1600-h/puanhaniza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978661730404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9TdnOuyZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/y9rzTt7WtH8/s200/puanhaniza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9RyqTsYFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WfgW2HwmgIA/s1600-h/webss_01.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214976824310521938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9RyqTsYFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WfgW2HwmgIA/s200/webss_01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9QXnOgBpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yzlK0iCnYC0/s1600-h/Spa-%26-Boutique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214975260115338898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="106" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9QXnOgBpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yzlK0iCnYC0/s200/Spa-%26-Boutique.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spent my Sunday Afternoon at Kak Niza's Spa, SRI SERUMPUN...I went to a spa few times but this is different. Maybe because we know each other and Ayu, kak Niza's assistant really nice and experienced, so the facial n pedicure experienced were more relax and casual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sri Serumpun Malaysia Holistic Spa, located at Mutiara Damansara. For me, it is a nice place to relax and to let your body beeing pampered. The most important, this is Muslimah Spa so, you no need to worry about being asked to wear disposable thong like what practices by other non-muslim spa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      I like the way Ayu did my face. I think RM45 for 1 and half hour more than worth it. And she is very good in massaging my face n my double chin ..(he..he..) as well...Part from that, Sri Serumpun also has boutique that offers wide range of female clothing, accessories, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the way Shira massage by big left leg (kak niza..urut kuat sikit lagi ye..) really makes my blood run through! Need to go there again...Would like to invite u as well. You can call Kak Niza for appointment at 0133449517.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      I am also amazed with Kak Niza's strong will to run a spa n boutique..a lady that used to be a credit controller now have move forward yer..kak.  Should invite Tengku (Her ex-boss) to  come.. n bring his wife..(got wife ke?)  Congratulations to Kak Niza, may your effort will be berkat from Allah swt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-2812538533211166825?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/2812538533211166825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=2812538533211166825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2812538533211166825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/2812538533211166825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-sri-serumpun-spa.html' title='A Trip to SRI SERUMPUN SPA...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SF9TdnOuyZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/y9rzTt7WtH8/s72-c/puanhaniza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-7551918526202108339</id><published>2008-06-10T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:24:12.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part and parcel of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went back to Kota Kinabalu last week to attend my dear sister in law (Solehah Moksin - may she become solehah wife as her name!!) wedding.  This pretty sister became somebody's wife already, upgrading herself to Puan Solehah Moksin.  I am in the middle of downloading her wedding pictures to my laptop, lots and lots of them..will share with all of you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have chances to visit Pulau Manukan, subhanallah..what a nice view..thanks to Awang Ku Mohd Rodzan from Sabah Parks who has arranged for free boat fees two ways from Jesselton Point Jetty, for 8 persons...if Rm 30 per head X 8...hmmm...may you murah rezeki awang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then, as usual we went to Kundasang and Ranau.  My dream to climb Gunung Kinabalu have to be put on hold since my dearest husband keep telling me "you must be 100% fit to go up there, not easy tau...last time when I went up there for the 2nd time, I have no problem to climb up but my knee so aching on the way down....." and few more not so encouraging stories.  But I will be up there..tengok lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few good things happen, Kartini from Perth put bulk order on Muslimah Chantik Collections, we also on our way to have own brand, MC Jeans,the denim blouse also on the way, the sample was done..and I am happy with the workmanship...alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PDS network website also done you can visit them at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pdsnetwork.biz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.pdsnetwork.biz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, now I am doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sriserumpun.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.sriserumpun.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (boutique and spa) and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masum.com.my/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.masum.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, website for umrah and islamic travel fair..organised by MATTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything sounds great, I believe it is and really syukur for that...life so wonderful.  Keep reciting ayat seribu dinar...insya allah, everything will be smooth, murah rezeki.  Nowadays, everything so bizzare...oil price go up, rice go up, TNB go up, nothing is going down..( except the share market..of course!)  but, still syukur...I told myself don't forget those who in needs, I was there once..and people said life is like a wheel..be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not so good news, Jay's cousin is in critical situation in Hospital Tak Seng?? in Singapore.  He has been diagnosed with lung cancer and in final stage.  My father in law and his father flew from KK last week, and still in Sing till now. Now this cousin is 100% supported by machine, doctors pronounced TOD last nite but few hours later they said he's back..what a miracle??  And now again supported by machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have been prepared for Qada n Qadar, I already contacted Muslim Cascade in Singapore.  Thanks to Roha who has told me that if we transfer the human body by air cargo, they have to suck out all the body liquids, and I was shocked...totally forgot about it.  I though it's only happen in US, but it is actually in international transportation law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jay n Abak (his cousin's brother) will go to SING to do what ever they can from there.  K Amy in the process of getting all the related procedure from Balai Polis Bangi and I am in contact with En. Iskandar from Muslim Cascade Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just pray the best for him.  If better for him to 'go', we redho, and we hope he will go easily.  If better for him to stay we pray that the best for him and he will be more in iman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This cousin just about 27 years old.  Never fall sick, just few weeks ago he got high fever and when his twin brought him to hospital and the doctors did test on his tissue sample, they confirmed it is final stage cancer..since then, all internal organs start to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think, we all ready for what ever circumstances.  Just something to share, if Allah want to take us back, we don't know when..scary ..to think about it but have we prepare to see Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-7551918526202108339?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/7551918526202108339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=7551918526202108339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7551918526202108339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/7551918526202108339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-and-parcel-of-life.html' title='Part and parcel of life...'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-9008620565716970112</id><published>2008-05-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:36:43.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New collections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9MATq6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LO6yV9NREF0/s1600-h/muslimahchantik2001005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195988439343016866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9MATq6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LO6yV9NREF0/s200/muslimahchantik2001005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0rVGnLFg3xc/s1600-h/muslimahchantik2001009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195988443637984178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/0rVGnLFg3xc/s200/muslimahchantik2001009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OlZfZb089VA/s1600-h/muslimahchantik2001010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195988443637984194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/OlZfZb089VA/s200/muslimahchantik2001010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pq3fYh-3XEo/s1600-h/muslimahchantik2002005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195988443637984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9cATq9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pq3fYh-3XEo/s200/muslimahchantik2002005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9sATq-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/h3YWx3H71S8/s1600-h/muslimahchantik2004004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195988447932951522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9sATq-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/h3YWx3H71S8/s200/muslimahchantik2004004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New collection from muslimahchantik.com. 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We sell clothes that suit female muslim/muslimah, fast, cheap and reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-9008620565716970112?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/9008620565716970112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=9008620565716970112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9008620565716970112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/9008620565716970112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-collections.html' title='New collections!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/SBvb9MATq6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LO6yV9NREF0/s72-c/muslimahchantik2001005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-8587716679392057933</id><published>2008-04-06T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:53:01.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramlee awang murshid.'/><title type='text'>Ramlee Awang Murshid &amp; Ungu Karmila</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R_hDtu0hqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yIGRczKiHu8/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185969423858641106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R_hDtu0hqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yIGRczKiHu8/s200/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R_hCA-0hqMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sqwoNKNBSKw/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185967555547867330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R_hCA-0hqMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sqwoNKNBSKw/s200/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He did it again. My family and I was at his home while he was writing his latest novel, Ungu Karmila. We stayed with him and his family for a month during last July. I don't really know when actually he wrote it, but maybe when others were sleeping. Though all the sleepless nite, he still can wake up early every morning and continue working at national broadcasting company, RTM. I admire his ambition, courage and spirit. Though he is now top or number 1 thriller writer in Malaysia, he is humble...he still driving his old repainted Proton Iswara WDJ****. He doesn't mind walks arround in public area, buy groceries and food from local stalls, and watch movies at his favourite spot in Kajang. Through the changes of his life, Allah showed me how He can transforms somebody's life from good to bad, from bad to good in a blink of second. And how with hard work and doa and tawakkal, Allah will answer our prayer...I know, that what Ramlee's (Abg Pek) keep doing. From nobody (who wear spider man t-shirt on his first date!!!) to somebody famous but he still keep his feet on the ground. He is&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Allah bless Abg Pek, Kak Amy, Izuddin and the rest of family. Thank you for the book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muslimahchantik.com/"&gt;http://www.muslimahchantik.com/&lt;/a&gt; (online boutique for muslimah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-8587716679392057933?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/8587716679392057933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=8587716679392057933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8587716679392057933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/8587716679392057933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramlee-awang-murshid-ungu-karmila.html' title='Ramlee Awang Murshid &amp; Ungu Karmila'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R_hDtu0hqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yIGRczKiHu8/s72-c/IMG_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-1703456014398911306</id><published>2008-03-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:56:14.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say.... thank you, Allah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R-0Fr-0hqLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EkOpvHFvoek/s1600-h/nik+aziz.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182804999329130674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R-0Fr-0hqLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EkOpvHFvoek/s320/nik+aziz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Assalamualaikum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;In our busy routine, we forgot to say thank you to our Creator. We always look at our selves and compare it to those who are much better than us. We asked God, why they can have new car and we don't, why they easily can go travel overseas, while you only can afford to go local, and so many more of why......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;I've been in both situations. I've been on top but I still compare myself with those richer than me and I've been down below and of course....I compare myself with those much better...and, that questions Why Me??? What else??, What's next?? easily comes out from my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Till I drop so deep down, then God, whom I always blame for what ever bad things happened to me, give me an answer. The answer that makes me realise, how wrong I am before, how I mess up my life with munafiq's habits.. nauzubillah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Since then, I grew up. I change my life. I decided to be good, and things change accordingly. I got the idea to sell clothes online, though it haven't makes me local millionaire..heheh, but things go well. God then met me with Zaman, the great guy who have web hosting business, then God give me idea to teach friends to do online business, or at least to support and guide them on first few steps on doing business online...And I am happy with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, now we (me and Zaman, the web hosting guy..) busy with creating sample web site for UMRAH Travel Fair, then kainkurung.com (selling textile online) will come soon, then sis Niza, halal spa followed by few other things. Alhamdulillah, I am hands full!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;I say my gatitude every moments now. I thank for great day I have, for being healthy and wealthy, for being success, for being loved and so many things..just do that, and God will give more. Say your prayer, everytime , everywhere. Remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-1703456014398911306?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/1703456014398911306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=1703456014398911306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1703456014398911306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/1703456014398911306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-thank-you-allah.html' title='Say.... thank you, Allah.'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R-0Fr-0hqLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EkOpvHFvoek/s72-c/nik+aziz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-3799341762973637737</id><published>2008-02-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:48:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Farra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R8QYWOIwR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gE9MbBG2JK0/s1600-h/Studio+pic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171285042159175586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R8QYWOIwR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gE9MbBG2JK0/s320/Studio+pic+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, I went to Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) just to say goodbye to my sister cum ex-office mate cum friend, Farra. She will migrate to other countries to stay with her husband. She's going to stay in a country that I believe not easy for anyone to make decision to live and stay, she's going to Kabul, Afghanistan. Unless she is working with NGO or Red Cross or Mercy or UN, otherwise people will think she's going nuts. Kabul?? What is there except her husband Sifatullah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No one should judge her, no one should question her decission. As good muslimah, it is her must to follow her husband. It is! And that is what she is doing. I said goodbye to Farra without a shed of tears (I thought there will be drama with running tear drops like river at KLIA when we say goodbye!) but not single tear drop, because I knew she will be happy. Her place is right to her husband and I knew Sifatullah will take a good care of her. She so happy to see me and my family we haven't met for quite sometime after I quit my job. Alhamdulillah we still have Yahoo Messenger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few days after her flight to Kabul, we spoke in YM. She sound so happy and she said she never thought Kabul will be that pretty, though army and millitary everywhere and few tanks arround the corner, the rest is just normal. I asked her if she needs to wear Burqa as potrayed by those media, she said no one, no single woman that her met on the street in Kabul wear Burqa, they wear hijab, nice and proper covered they aurah, they wear make up, the woman can go to work, can shop, anything, the woman can do anything just same like us in Malaysia. So, where are those illustrations about how people in Kabul are suffering come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Farra said, no one is sufferring, no beggar, no drug addict, no nothing. Kabul practice Hudud, so no one there dare to steal because if one cought stealing even their neighbour has right to cut his hand!! And, just imagine she went to her husband office, with good office equipment plus (this is so not in Malaysia), there is a cook in the office. The cook start prepare lunch at 10am so by lunch hour everybody can eat together, the boss, the clerk, the cleaner, the executive they eat together, everyday..no one need to buy lunch. All on the boss!!! And we said ours is so good. Subhanallah... I am amaze on how such media give so much negative impression on Islamic country...they make us blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attach photos of beloved Farra. She is pretty but she said all muslimah is Kabul much,much prettier than her. Next time when she email me photos of her life in Kabul, I'll let you have a look and we can have a real picture of Kabul, Afghanistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wassalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-3799341762973637737?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/3799341762973637737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=3799341762973637737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3799341762973637737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/3799341762973637737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-farra.html' title='Goodbye Farra!'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R8QYWOIwR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gE9MbBG2JK0/s72-c/Studio+pic+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-262384103521054810</id><published>2008-02-05T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:20:09.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to be great muslimah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum dear readers and friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am currently reading "The Secret". You know those famous books from AU, written by Rhonda Byrne. That book is quite expensive actually RM79.90 about USD 21.00. I know few people that think that book is nothing more than another motivation book. Yeah! it is, but what make's it different is the action that you take after you read all those books. If you read any motivation books 100 times, but you don't practice what has been tought in the book, so you'll become same OLD you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Secret tought me how to use our mind, to activate our brain to help us to achieve our dream. The Secret tought me few things, I listed it here so we can share it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. It is important to have positive mind, positive thinking and positive feelings because what and how we feel and think will attract what we want. Ever wonder why sudenly we wake up late in the morning and have bad hijab/hair day and suddenly all traffic light turn red, public trasnport late, coffee spilled on our clothes, boss scream at us, kids fighting between each other, husband shows sour face..one bad thing after another...because we keep thinking bad things. Bad thinking, bring bad feelings, bad feelings affect things and contact around us. How to manage this, try to keep positive thingking, say all positive words, smile, feels good. If you have a dream to become somebody, use your imagination and vision to become that somebody, change yourself to somebody that you want to be. If you want to drive that new 5 series BMW, imagine you is driving it, keep that thought, feel it. Once, my friends told me "If you want something, or if you want to change something, just ASK from Allah because Allah swt said, "ASK from me, I WILL granted your wish". Allah didn't say MAYBE, He says WILL so why we don't ask from HIM? Of course, it is matter of how fast our wish will come true and it may not comes in what we want for example if you ask for money, of course you won't get it straight from the sky? Right? maybe Allah will gives you ideas on how to start business that will succeed or will give you ways to start a business or will open your heart to be insurance or unit trust agent or...He knows what He is doing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Say you gratitude..Syukur, though we may not as rich as millionaires but there're millions of people suffers from poverty, hunger , war and diseases not too mention natural disaster in other countries. I read an article in our local newspaper "The Star" few weeks ago about how people in one African country turn dirt (Soild add with water) and baked it to become a biscuit!!! I still remember the face of child potrayed in that articles, showing his tounge eating dirt biscuit...Ya Allah!!! While we are enjoying the luxury of food in our own and nice place, somebody out there maybe never eat for more than weeks.. (Of course except those who choose to be skinny....!) Please, before you sleep say your prayer, syukur because God give you good day and may tomorrow will be much better than today. Say your thank you to Allah, for your success, your happiness, your being loved, etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stop here. Insya allah will share my knowledge about "The Secret" another time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-262384103521054810?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/262384103521054810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=262384103521054810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/262384103521054810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/262384103521054810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret-to-be-great-muslimah.html' title='The Secret to be great muslimah'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-382500887976190277</id><published>2008-01-31T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:12:35.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to start your day....shine and bright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wake up in the morning feeling there is stone in your head, pile of worries in your heart, you keep sighing!! and you feel lazy. I am sure you did. Sleep functions as a way for our body to rest. So, that's why it is important to have good sleep. There are few things that we can do before we sleep so the next morning when we wake up (insya allah!) we feel shinier and brighter. It is important for us muslimah to be shine always because our glow will give effect people around us, the kids, husband, friends, families. Right? If you moody, you will affected the rest around you and you will have full moody day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Before you go to sleep, as muslimah perform your Solat Isya'. That is most important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get ready for tomorrow, list down what you need to do from the most importatnt to the least impoprtant. Check your schedule for any appoinment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prepare what you want to wear tomorrow, choose the right one, iron it. It save lot's of your time the next morning just to stand infront your closet looking and thinking what you gonna wear, matching colours, matching hijab...huh! ladies is ladies.... so be prepared, at least..think of what you want to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Imagine what's your day gonna looks like. Imagine all the good things, the always green traffic light, the empty parking space at your favourite spots, the appoinment that goes well, the big smile on your boss face, kids listen to you, husband come back early..imagine all good things, imagine what you want and how you want it to happen tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Think about what happened today. Sometimes, bad things happen and you try to forget it. No! you can't. You think about it....what's wrong... try to fix it. Looks for the good side and again use your imagination, imagine how do you want it to actually happen. Then, take a deep breath, hold it for few second imagine that you are holding your problem today, and while you breath out imagine you blow it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Set short term goals for tomorrow. And focus to achieve your goal. Things like, tomorow I will spend 30 minutes to do exercise, jogging, aerobic, etc. Tomorrow I will drink 8 glass of water, tomorrow I will read 2 chapters of this book. Tomorrow I will give sadaqah to.......(and the list goes on) Set target to things that you want to do. And, try to achieve it...tomorow's nite before you sleep you think about your achievement ...sure you will be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Forgive people around you, forgive yourself. Say your Doa', Shahadah, read surah al-fatihan and the 3 Qul and Qursi. And have a nice dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8803322732687566806-382500887976190277?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/382500887976190277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=382500887976190277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/382500887976190277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/382500887976190277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-start-your-dayshine-and-bright.html' title='How to start your day....shine and bright?'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4264716210248356966</id><published>2008-01-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:13:06.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we wear show who we are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, syukur as for today I still have the chance to sit infront of my laptop to share my opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I bought few female magazine especially those related to muslimah because I want to try to send my write up to them. I flipped those magazines but I felt something is not right. Those ladies potray with head scarf in those magazine, I don't know..but they don't seems like really cover their aurah. Wearing jubah, or long dress, long sleeves but with turtle neck and the head scarf just tied up to the back of their neck. It still expose part of the ears and neck...is that consider as properly covered their aurah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They claimed they are muslimah magazine, but they are showing these kind of fashions, they are actually setting a new fashion trend, worst, new muslim fashion trend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then, I went to shopping complexes, I start to notice ladies with head scarf, covered their neck but with short sleeves? Then, pregnant ladies with head scarf and maternity dress that only knee length? Female teenagers with head scarf but to the head scarf thin, from far I can see her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know. I believe what we wear show who we are, at least it's influenced our first impression. I don't know how or what I can do to make muslimah realised how important to wear properly covered (if they decide to wear it, then do it properly, if they don't want to wear it, that is between you and The Creator, right?) But I think, it is good if I have my own magazine. Yes, Muslimah Chantik Magazine for muslimah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to share my experience. This happened to me about 10 years ago when I first started to work in local advertising agency. During that time, I just graduated, young executive, coloured hair...my jahiliah era!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I took public transport to and back from work. I still remember that day I was wearing knee length skirt with a short sleeves shirt. While standing waiting for a bus, I noticed there is one lady in black and white attire, she went from one person to one person whispering something. At first, I thought she is somebody with mental problem till she stop at me and whisper to me "Jesus is son of Allah, follow Jesus and he will save you." (Nauzubillah!) Her voice is so sharp and clear. I can't stop her voice from keep whispering in my mind, it's like you keep playing your favourite song over and over and over again. I repeatedly say the Shahadah, I read Yassin and Quran but still it is there in my mind. I call my friend and later he sister gave me zam zam water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I talk to my fiance (now is my husband) and he said maybe because they way I dress that attract that lady to stand infront of me and whisper those sentences. Maybe because of my appearance. She didn't go and say the same things to other ladies that properly covered her aurah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That moments, I decide to wear head scarf and I did it right after I got married (just few months after that incidence).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hope my story will be useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;See you next time, insya allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4264716210248356966?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4264716210248356966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4264716210248356966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4264716210248356966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4264716210248356966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-we-wear-show-who-we-are.html' title='What we wear show who we are?'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4939180200632196620</id><published>2008-01-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:45:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslimah and missing person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The top news in Malaysia now is about the missing girls Sharlinie, she has been missing for few weeks. Everybody is praying the the nightmare that has happen to 8 years old Nurin Jaslin (who found dead with brinjal in her private part, after few weeks missing) about 4 months ago is not going to disturb our sleep. Of course, it is sleepless night for the kid's parents and families!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let us pray, may Allah swt, protect the girls from the beast and open their heart to return the girl safe and sound. and may Allay protect us and our kids because He is the Protector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tips to muslimah: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Don't ever and ever leave your kids alone. If you really have to go out without them, get some trusted adult to look after them, or just send them to child care center and pay for the few hours service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. If you have to bring them to crowded places, let them have your contact details (name, phone number , etc) in their pocket, bags, etc. Teach them how to use public phone, get them a handphone if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Plan your trip, which area you want to go, which sections and how long it will take. And let them know. Tell them also, if anything happened to them, ask them to wait at certain spots that they familiar with e.g McD, KFC, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Provide them with whistle, they can blow it when they realised their parents is not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. If you found crying kids, lost their parents in shopping complexes, etc, don't just stare at them and pity them, grab them, console them, and bring them to security office. Wait with them until their parents/guardian come. Worst, after few hours nobody turn up, bring them to nearest police stations. Don't leave them alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. If you must go shopping, please bring back pack so you can put your thing in one place and use ur 2 hands to hold your kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. PRAY....for their safety, Teach them few simple zikir, al-fatihah, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Last but not leaset, try to shop online more often, it is safer, faster, easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muslimahchantik.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.muslimahchantik.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comments, please email to &lt;a href="mailto:muslimah@muslimahchantik.com"&gt;muslimah@muslimahchantik.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope this help.&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/8803322732687566806-4939180200632196620?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4939180200632196620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4939180200632196620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4939180200632196620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4939180200632196620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/01/muslimah-and-missing-person.html' title='Muslimah and missing person'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4316281308450462513</id><published>2008-01-25T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:35:29.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is chantik?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and welcome back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I received few questions from other muslimah/readers inquired the meaning of CHANTIK.  CHANTIK is a word form old MALAYSIAN LANGUAGE meaning pretty, beautiful.  But nowadays the spelling has been changed to CANTIK (Without 'h') but the meanings still remains the same.  Many-many years ago Malaysian Language not using current alphabet but using arabic alphabet with few additional alphabet that we call JAWI.  For example, in arabic they don't have 'cha' (looks like jim but with three dots in the middle!) but to associates with our local words somebody has invented 'cha'.  And there is where we got "CHANTIK".  Nowadays, we are using alphabet (like now!) so we dropp off the "H".  For those who doesn't know how to pronounce CHANTIK.. it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CHAN (as in enCHANted) and TIK (as in TICK)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4316281308450462513?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4316281308450462513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4316281308450462513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4316281308450462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4316281308450462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-chantik.html' title='What is chantik?'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8803322732687566806.post-4063443106202112737</id><published>2007-11-15T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:38:50.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://muslimahchantik.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLu4IDiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6Gd0P5crjU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158464060655896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLu4IDiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6Gd0P5crjU/s200/005.JPG" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLvYIDiDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XKhWdiMlSK4/s1600-h/rednwhite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158464069245831218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLvYIDiDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XKhWdiMlSK4/s200/rednwhite.JPG" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLvoIDiEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/it-AaavLXqY/s1600-h/orangejubah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158464073540798530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLvoIDiEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/it-AaavLXqY/s200/orangejubah.JPG" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, I manage to have my own website. Muslimahchantik.com specifically selling islamic clothing for woman. Of coure you are invited to visit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did the website from scratch. Oh Boy! it does cost me sweat and hunger and not enough sleep! Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Irfan Khairi&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rahsiainternet.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.rahsiainternet.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; local milionnaire bloke (he's married la..got kids already) that changed my mind, I though creating website is as tough as building KLCC...duh! Of course with knowledge and little help from here and there things getting better. Also thanks to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxhosting.com.my/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.maxhosting.com.my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Zahari&lt;/strong&gt; (ala..the guy from AF3 or 4 last time...) and also the team especially Wati..that really have good customer service skills, last but not least for Azhar from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anamuslim.com.my/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.anamuslim.com.my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. You did greate job creating my logo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly I realised, I've been receiving helps from all famous people in Malaysia. Maybe, one day I will be like them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I design muslimahchantik.com because I realise how muslimah nowadays has transformed and becoming very active, very busy, full of responsibilities until we ignore ourselves. Ignore the feelings of getting us new clothes, that nice massage and spa, also some facial treatment. So, for the beginning muslimahchantik.com will be specifically selling islamic clothes for muslimah online. Next project, I'll be selling herbs and 'jamu' online....and other line of products online...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also in the process of creating an e-book that loaded with tips for muslimah. But, in terms of making all the tips easily accessible for every muslimah, I'll put some of it in this blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, I hope you enjoy reading this blog and please do visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://muslimahchantik.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://muslimahchantik.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, see you soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, wassalam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8803322732687566806-4063443106202112737?l=muslimahchantik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/feeds/4063443106202112737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8803322732687566806&amp;postID=4063443106202112737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4063443106202112737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8803322732687566806/posts/default/4063443106202112737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muslimahchantik.blogspot.com/2007/11/under-construction.html' title='http://muslimahchantik.com'/><author><name>nani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10561627361249220273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/Se5yNjILu9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Tfke6MLGSik/S220/nani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnJ0R6Crd3A/R5aLu4IDiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6Gd0P5crjU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
